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As the Stravos pressed his lips to Emilia's, he wondered just how many others might have done the same. Elias, certainly, was a jealous man. He distanced Emilia not only from friends and allies, but suitors and romance. The heiress apparent didn't owe him any sort of loyalty, but nonetheless with her hand as his only means to the throne in the moment... he found her company in her isolation, instead. Emilia was stranded within the palace and its grounds, a prisoner in her own home and kingdom. But, it need not feel like imprisonment. After all, though a dictator the Stravos sought to be, he was not without his mercy. The kiss was for but a moment at most, but the expression upon Emilia's face showed that it had its intended effect.
Dazed and confused by his ministrations, Emilia must've looked quite a sight. But, by the time that confusion showed in full, he was already paces away. Confident was the stride of Elias of Stravos as he married his ambition to his talents. After all, he wasn't an ambassador or a warrior. No, Elias was a manipulator of emotions, capable of snaring men and women alike with his words, though in very different ways. "What was that for?" she asked, and Elias found his thoughts flickering to each of the answers in turn. Everything, he landed upon mentally before he led Emilia into the palati. As the two passed the door guards, The Stravos curled his arm about Emilia's shoulders. Intent on pulling her closer, it was a ploy of dual purposes, as well. With a motion of his hand, he commanded the guards to lock the palati behind them, behind Emilia's head lest she not witness the act. They would, of course, heed his command once they'd made enough distance.
There need not be visitors, expected or unexpected. Elias of Stravos had seized the guard with his word and bribery, all but a few sworn to fealty. If Elias' actions resulted in those precious few others who lived as traitors within the palace to wait in the cold, then so be it. He led Emilia towards the wine cellar, having left the both of them in silence. Moments of anticipation, he considered them, but the ploy had lasted long enough. "I've always considered a first kiss to be of paramount importance. A gauge of chemistry," he mused aloud, letting his arm fall from her shoulders as he spun himself towards one of the racks that held bottle after bottle of domestic and foreign wines alike.
"Oh, do forgive me. I haven't forgotten. As I said, a gauge of chemistry. Wouldn't you agree, Emilia? If it's not too bold... how did it feel to kiss me?" he asked, flashing the woman a smile before turning away to peruse the wines once again. Elias played his coy game with the girl, plucking at her heartstrings while also indulging himself in a decidedly impolite interest. It wasn't hard to see beauty in Emilia of Xanthos, who like her elder sister held a beauty that seldom found equal within the kingdom of Athenia. Of course, even if the young royal was hideous, he'd grit his teeth and call her lovely if it meant getting closer to the crown.
Elias plucked a bottle that he found to his liking, admiring the sanguine fluid before he asked,
"Would you drink with me?"
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As the Stravos pressed his lips to Emilia's, he wondered just how many others might have done the same. Elias, certainly, was a jealous man. He distanced Emilia not only from friends and allies, but suitors and romance. The heiress apparent didn't owe him any sort of loyalty, but nonetheless with her hand as his only means to the throne in the moment... he found her company in her isolation, instead. Emilia was stranded within the palace and its grounds, a prisoner in her own home and kingdom. But, it need not feel like imprisonment. After all, though a dictator the Stravos sought to be, he was not without his mercy. The kiss was for but a moment at most, but the expression upon Emilia's face showed that it had its intended effect.
Dazed and confused by his ministrations, Emilia must've looked quite a sight. But, by the time that confusion showed in full, he was already paces away. Confident was the stride of Elias of Stravos as he married his ambition to his talents. After all, he wasn't an ambassador or a warrior. No, Elias was a manipulator of emotions, capable of snaring men and women alike with his words, though in very different ways. "What was that for?" she asked, and Elias found his thoughts flickering to each of the answers in turn. Everything, he landed upon mentally before he led Emilia into the palati. As the two passed the door guards, The Stravos curled his arm about Emilia's shoulders. Intent on pulling her closer, it was a ploy of dual purposes, as well. With a motion of his hand, he commanded the guards to lock the palati behind them, behind Emilia's head lest she not witness the act. They would, of course, heed his command once they'd made enough distance.
There need not be visitors, expected or unexpected. Elias of Stravos had seized the guard with his word and bribery, all but a few sworn to fealty. If Elias' actions resulted in those precious few others who lived as traitors within the palace to wait in the cold, then so be it. He led Emilia towards the wine cellar, having left the both of them in silence. Moments of anticipation, he considered them, but the ploy had lasted long enough. "I've always considered a first kiss to be of paramount importance. A gauge of chemistry," he mused aloud, letting his arm fall from her shoulders as he spun himself towards one of the racks that held bottle after bottle of domestic and foreign wines alike.
"Oh, do forgive me. I haven't forgotten. As I said, a gauge of chemistry. Wouldn't you agree, Emilia? If it's not too bold... how did it feel to kiss me?" he asked, flashing the woman a smile before turning away to peruse the wines once again. Elias played his coy game with the girl, plucking at her heartstrings while also indulging himself in a decidedly impolite interest. It wasn't hard to see beauty in Emilia of Xanthos, who like her elder sister held a beauty that seldom found equal within the kingdom of Athenia. Of course, even if the young royal was hideous, he'd grit his teeth and call her lovely if it meant getting closer to the crown.
Elias plucked a bottle that he found to his liking, admiring the sanguine fluid before he asked,
"Would you drink with me?"
As the Stravos pressed his lips to Emilia's, he wondered just how many others might have done the same. Elias, certainly, was a jealous man. He distanced Emilia not only from friends and allies, but suitors and romance. The heiress apparent didn't owe him any sort of loyalty, but nonetheless with her hand as his only means to the throne in the moment... he found her company in her isolation, instead. Emilia was stranded within the palace and its grounds, a prisoner in her own home and kingdom. But, it need not feel like imprisonment. After all, though a dictator the Stravos sought to be, he was not without his mercy. The kiss was for but a moment at most, but the expression upon Emilia's face showed that it had its intended effect.
Dazed and confused by his ministrations, Emilia must've looked quite a sight. But, by the time that confusion showed in full, he was already paces away. Confident was the stride of Elias of Stravos as he married his ambition to his talents. After all, he wasn't an ambassador or a warrior. No, Elias was a manipulator of emotions, capable of snaring men and women alike with his words, though in very different ways. "What was that for?" she asked, and Elias found his thoughts flickering to each of the answers in turn. Everything, he landed upon mentally before he led Emilia into the palati. As the two passed the door guards, The Stravos curled his arm about Emilia's shoulders. Intent on pulling her closer, it was a ploy of dual purposes, as well. With a motion of his hand, he commanded the guards to lock the palati behind them, behind Emilia's head lest she not witness the act. They would, of course, heed his command once they'd made enough distance.
There need not be visitors, expected or unexpected. Elias of Stravos had seized the guard with his word and bribery, all but a few sworn to fealty. If Elias' actions resulted in those precious few others who lived as traitors within the palace to wait in the cold, then so be it. He led Emilia towards the wine cellar, having left the both of them in silence. Moments of anticipation, he considered them, but the ploy had lasted long enough. "I've always considered a first kiss to be of paramount importance. A gauge of chemistry," he mused aloud, letting his arm fall from her shoulders as he spun himself towards one of the racks that held bottle after bottle of domestic and foreign wines alike.
"Oh, do forgive me. I haven't forgotten. As I said, a gauge of chemistry. Wouldn't you agree, Emilia? If it's not too bold... how did it feel to kiss me?" he asked, flashing the woman a smile before turning away to peruse the wines once again. Elias played his coy game with the girl, plucking at her heartstrings while also indulging himself in a decidedly impolite interest. It wasn't hard to see beauty in Emilia of Xanthos, who like her elder sister held a beauty that seldom found equal within the kingdom of Athenia. Of course, even if the young royal was hideous, he'd grit his teeth and call her lovely if it meant getting closer to the crown.
Elias plucked a bottle that he found to his liking, admiring the sanguine fluid before he asked,
"Would you drink with me?"
For someone so far removed from interaction with others of her kind, it was no surprise that Emilia was quickly enamoured by Elias's gentle treatment of her, that she followed him eagerly in his confident stride, seeking for answers to his actions. She started a little when his arms curled around her shoulders - did men not ask for permission before they began courting? At least, that was what Emilia was used to, and Elias's bold actions now surprised her at every turn, she found herself focused only on him, trying to anticipate his next move.
The wine cellar was a familiar place, for King Minas had a great love for the drink made of grapes. He often had Taengean wine imported in, and Emilia remembered how he had greatly enjoyed the wine she had brought back during her brief trip to the kingdom.
Her thoughts of her father was quickly distracted when Elias finally deemed to answer her question however, and she peered at him from where she was by his side as he spoke. But his question was daring, a boldness that brought a flush she hoped the dimness of the cellar could hide as her eyes instinctively averted itself whilst she hummed uncertainly. "Erm..." she paused, her mind scrambling for words. How does one answer that?
Timidly nodding as he offered a bottle, Emilia turned to find a few chalices made of bronze she knew her father kept in a cabinet in the cellar when he brought friends down to entertain them. Carved with inscriptions, Emilia grabbed two from the nearby cabinet and brought them back to Elias before she finally spoke up hesitantly. "Your kiss felt... nice?" There was a brief pause, before she hurriedly followed up. "I mean, I have not been kissed much, neither have I kissed anyone so what I know isn't much, but I guess it's what a kiss should be... I think."
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For someone so far removed from interaction with others of her kind, it was no surprise that Emilia was quickly enamoured by Elias's gentle treatment of her, that she followed him eagerly in his confident stride, seeking for answers to his actions. She started a little when his arms curled around her shoulders - did men not ask for permission before they began courting? At least, that was what Emilia was used to, and Elias's bold actions now surprised her at every turn, she found herself focused only on him, trying to anticipate his next move.
The wine cellar was a familiar place, for King Minas had a great love for the drink made of grapes. He often had Taengean wine imported in, and Emilia remembered how he had greatly enjoyed the wine she had brought back during her brief trip to the kingdom.
Her thoughts of her father was quickly distracted when Elias finally deemed to answer her question however, and she peered at him from where she was by his side as he spoke. But his question was daring, a boldness that brought a flush she hoped the dimness of the cellar could hide as her eyes instinctively averted itself whilst she hummed uncertainly. "Erm..." she paused, her mind scrambling for words. How does one answer that?
Timidly nodding as he offered a bottle, Emilia turned to find a few chalices made of bronze she knew her father kept in a cabinet in the cellar when he brought friends down to entertain them. Carved with inscriptions, Emilia grabbed two from the nearby cabinet and brought them back to Elias before she finally spoke up hesitantly. "Your kiss felt... nice?" There was a brief pause, before she hurriedly followed up. "I mean, I have not been kissed much, neither have I kissed anyone so what I know isn't much, but I guess it's what a kiss should be... I think."
For someone so far removed from interaction with others of her kind, it was no surprise that Emilia was quickly enamoured by Elias's gentle treatment of her, that she followed him eagerly in his confident stride, seeking for answers to his actions. She started a little when his arms curled around her shoulders - did men not ask for permission before they began courting? At least, that was what Emilia was used to, and Elias's bold actions now surprised her at every turn, she found herself focused only on him, trying to anticipate his next move.
The wine cellar was a familiar place, for King Minas had a great love for the drink made of grapes. He often had Taengean wine imported in, and Emilia remembered how he had greatly enjoyed the wine she had brought back during her brief trip to the kingdom.
Her thoughts of her father was quickly distracted when Elias finally deemed to answer her question however, and she peered at him from where she was by his side as he spoke. But his question was daring, a boldness that brought a flush she hoped the dimness of the cellar could hide as her eyes instinctively averted itself whilst she hummed uncertainly. "Erm..." she paused, her mind scrambling for words. How does one answer that?
Timidly nodding as he offered a bottle, Emilia turned to find a few chalices made of bronze she knew her father kept in a cabinet in the cellar when he brought friends down to entertain them. Carved with inscriptions, Emilia grabbed two from the nearby cabinet and brought them back to Elias before she finally spoke up hesitantly. "Your kiss felt... nice?" There was a brief pause, before she hurriedly followed up. "I mean, I have not been kissed much, neither have I kissed anyone so what I know isn't much, but I guess it's what a kiss should be... I think."
Elias of Stravos had his particular tastes. He preferred his meat served medium-well, his wine a bit sour and his baths lukewarm. He handpicked the grapes he'd suckle from the vine and the ones he'd let the vitners use in their craft. And most of all he preferred his women intelligent but less so than himself. A monger of both power and attention, the Stravos relished the spotlight, and to be lavished in the uninterrupted attentions of the Xanthos heiress in all of her timid glory...
Well, he couldn't help the shiver of pleasure that rolled from the base of his skull to his tail bone. The closest thing that Elias could feel to romantic love had been torn away from him, and in its place was left possession. For Elias of Stravos would not pin his heart on his sleeve, nor would he let another sink their fangs into his chest. The usurper of Athenia's heart was tempered steel, but if all of his youthful years in the theatre bore any fruit, it was the ability to lie.
Endless lies spewed from Elias' lips. He lied to all of Athenia itself, vehemently denying the truth. He fabricated realities and propoganda to shove down the throats of the rabble. He lied about Emilia's health to the world, and lied to Emilia to keep the illusion intact. But, he didn't lie to himself. Love is a trap, he mused as he allowed his gaze to comb along the lovely, youthful form of Emilia of Xanthos. There was admiration in his gaze paired with a flicker of pity. Elias did not relish what he needed to do to this innocent girl, but... he may as well enjoy it as he did. Committing himself to the corruption of the innocent Xanthos sister, Elias allowed his fingertips to brush the dust from the bottle's label. Then, he rubbed the neck and the glass surrounding the cork with the fabric of his chiton.
With the jerking motion, Elias' chiton shifted, dragging the fabric over his shoulder and exposing some of his chest to Emilia's gaze whenever she should choose to return to him. When she did, Elias felt the ghost of a chuckle well against his throat, begging for release. Surely, the unmarried Emilia was a virginal woman, but even those chaste and prudish souls had some kind of desire in them? He wondered how protective her sister and father might have been of her, and the beautiful irony that he'd seek to undo every bit of that protection within the very halls of her home. Elias took both of the bronze goblets from Emilia, each neck between two of his fingers as his other hand carried the bottle. He nodded politely with Emilia's words, allowing patience and consideration to show in his expression as she haphazardly fumbled through her ever-so-eloquent explanation and the moments of silence in between. Then, the Stravos let his feet carry him to a kline in the space adjacent to the cellar shelving.
"I'm glad you think so," he began, letting his gaze flicker about.
Minas had good taste in furnishings, possessing a "tasting room" with all of the finest linens and sleek wood that the royal fortunes could buy. How Elias celebrated his fortunes in being imprisoned within this place (of his own accord). The Stravos threw himself into the kline, the flimsily positioned fabric of his chiton falling entirely, exposing his right nipple and half of his chest, but he hardly seemed to notice it. Comfortable with his position and incredibly so in his own skin, Elias let his head fall back, a breath filling his lungs before being released in jovial, perhaps even playful laughter.
"You've never kissed anyone? You've got to fix that," he mused aloud, winking at the Xanthos heiress before patting the space next to him on the kline. As he awaited her response to that offer, Elias moved to pour the Taengean wine into each of the goblets in turn before setting the bottle on the floor. His own he held in his right hand, the arm slung over the back of the kline, the shoulder exposed and cords of bronze musculature on the display for Emilia to feast her eyes upon. In his left was the goblet intended for Emilia, held out just within reach for her to take should she choose to join him.
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Elias of Stravos had his particular tastes. He preferred his meat served medium-well, his wine a bit sour and his baths lukewarm. He handpicked the grapes he'd suckle from the vine and the ones he'd let the vitners use in their craft. And most of all he preferred his women intelligent but less so than himself. A monger of both power and attention, the Stravos relished the spotlight, and to be lavished in the uninterrupted attentions of the Xanthos heiress in all of her timid glory...
Well, he couldn't help the shiver of pleasure that rolled from the base of his skull to his tail bone. The closest thing that Elias could feel to romantic love had been torn away from him, and in its place was left possession. For Elias of Stravos would not pin his heart on his sleeve, nor would he let another sink their fangs into his chest. The usurper of Athenia's heart was tempered steel, but if all of his youthful years in the theatre bore any fruit, it was the ability to lie.
Endless lies spewed from Elias' lips. He lied to all of Athenia itself, vehemently denying the truth. He fabricated realities and propoganda to shove down the throats of the rabble. He lied about Emilia's health to the world, and lied to Emilia to keep the illusion intact. But, he didn't lie to himself. Love is a trap, he mused as he allowed his gaze to comb along the lovely, youthful form of Emilia of Xanthos. There was admiration in his gaze paired with a flicker of pity. Elias did not relish what he needed to do to this innocent girl, but... he may as well enjoy it as he did. Committing himself to the corruption of the innocent Xanthos sister, Elias allowed his fingertips to brush the dust from the bottle's label. Then, he rubbed the neck and the glass surrounding the cork with the fabric of his chiton.
With the jerking motion, Elias' chiton shifted, dragging the fabric over his shoulder and exposing some of his chest to Emilia's gaze whenever she should choose to return to him. When she did, Elias felt the ghost of a chuckle well against his throat, begging for release. Surely, the unmarried Emilia was a virginal woman, but even those chaste and prudish souls had some kind of desire in them? He wondered how protective her sister and father might have been of her, and the beautiful irony that he'd seek to undo every bit of that protection within the very halls of her home. Elias took both of the bronze goblets from Emilia, each neck between two of his fingers as his other hand carried the bottle. He nodded politely with Emilia's words, allowing patience and consideration to show in his expression as she haphazardly fumbled through her ever-so-eloquent explanation and the moments of silence in between. Then, the Stravos let his feet carry him to a kline in the space adjacent to the cellar shelving.
"I'm glad you think so," he began, letting his gaze flicker about.
Minas had good taste in furnishings, possessing a "tasting room" with all of the finest linens and sleek wood that the royal fortunes could buy. How Elias celebrated his fortunes in being imprisoned within this place (of his own accord). The Stravos threw himself into the kline, the flimsily positioned fabric of his chiton falling entirely, exposing his right nipple and half of his chest, but he hardly seemed to notice it. Comfortable with his position and incredibly so in his own skin, Elias let his head fall back, a breath filling his lungs before being released in jovial, perhaps even playful laughter.
"You've never kissed anyone? You've got to fix that," he mused aloud, winking at the Xanthos heiress before patting the space next to him on the kline. As he awaited her response to that offer, Elias moved to pour the Taengean wine into each of the goblets in turn before setting the bottle on the floor. His own he held in his right hand, the arm slung over the back of the kline, the shoulder exposed and cords of bronze musculature on the display for Emilia to feast her eyes upon. In his left was the goblet intended for Emilia, held out just within reach for her to take should she choose to join him.
Elias of Stravos had his particular tastes. He preferred his meat served medium-well, his wine a bit sour and his baths lukewarm. He handpicked the grapes he'd suckle from the vine and the ones he'd let the vitners use in their craft. And most of all he preferred his women intelligent but less so than himself. A monger of both power and attention, the Stravos relished the spotlight, and to be lavished in the uninterrupted attentions of the Xanthos heiress in all of her timid glory...
Well, he couldn't help the shiver of pleasure that rolled from the base of his skull to his tail bone. The closest thing that Elias could feel to romantic love had been torn away from him, and in its place was left possession. For Elias of Stravos would not pin his heart on his sleeve, nor would he let another sink their fangs into his chest. The usurper of Athenia's heart was tempered steel, but if all of his youthful years in the theatre bore any fruit, it was the ability to lie.
Endless lies spewed from Elias' lips. He lied to all of Athenia itself, vehemently denying the truth. He fabricated realities and propoganda to shove down the throats of the rabble. He lied about Emilia's health to the world, and lied to Emilia to keep the illusion intact. But, he didn't lie to himself. Love is a trap, he mused as he allowed his gaze to comb along the lovely, youthful form of Emilia of Xanthos. There was admiration in his gaze paired with a flicker of pity. Elias did not relish what he needed to do to this innocent girl, but... he may as well enjoy it as he did. Committing himself to the corruption of the innocent Xanthos sister, Elias allowed his fingertips to brush the dust from the bottle's label. Then, he rubbed the neck and the glass surrounding the cork with the fabric of his chiton.
With the jerking motion, Elias' chiton shifted, dragging the fabric over his shoulder and exposing some of his chest to Emilia's gaze whenever she should choose to return to him. When she did, Elias felt the ghost of a chuckle well against his throat, begging for release. Surely, the unmarried Emilia was a virginal woman, but even those chaste and prudish souls had some kind of desire in them? He wondered how protective her sister and father might have been of her, and the beautiful irony that he'd seek to undo every bit of that protection within the very halls of her home. Elias took both of the bronze goblets from Emilia, each neck between two of his fingers as his other hand carried the bottle. He nodded politely with Emilia's words, allowing patience and consideration to show in his expression as she haphazardly fumbled through her ever-so-eloquent explanation and the moments of silence in between. Then, the Stravos let his feet carry him to a kline in the space adjacent to the cellar shelving.
"I'm glad you think so," he began, letting his gaze flicker about.
Minas had good taste in furnishings, possessing a "tasting room" with all of the finest linens and sleek wood that the royal fortunes could buy. How Elias celebrated his fortunes in being imprisoned within this place (of his own accord). The Stravos threw himself into the kline, the flimsily positioned fabric of his chiton falling entirely, exposing his right nipple and half of his chest, but he hardly seemed to notice it. Comfortable with his position and incredibly so in his own skin, Elias let his head fall back, a breath filling his lungs before being released in jovial, perhaps even playful laughter.
"You've never kissed anyone? You've got to fix that," he mused aloud, winking at the Xanthos heiress before patting the space next to him on the kline. As he awaited her response to that offer, Elias moved to pour the Taengean wine into each of the goblets in turn before setting the bottle on the floor. His own he held in his right hand, the arm slung over the back of the kline, the shoulder exposed and cords of bronze musculature on the display for Emilia to feast her eyes upon. In his left was the goblet intended for Emilia, held out just within reach for her to take should she choose to join him.
Like a lost lamb easily misguided by a pack of wolves, manipulating Emilia right now was probably easier then picking out what wanted to eat for dinner. Her cheeks flushed when she returned with the chalices and notice Elias's chiton had changed in its arrangement. Had it always been so exposed, or did she simply not realize until just now when she had been kissed? Emilia tried to wrack her mind, but the young girl simply couldn't recall, her memories of just moments prior overwhelmed by the image of Elias's face being just inches away from her. Was it fair that he was said to be blessed by Aphrodite herself?
Looking for all as if she was a young girl, and not the blossoming young woman of seventeen that she was, Emilia was suddenly at a loss of what to do. Did any of her etiquette or princess lessons ever taught her what to do after she had been kissed by someone she technically didn't solicit it from? Her father's rules had been to not kiss anyone at all unless marriage was arranged, but Emilia had always flew under the radar with that one. And so far, most of her kisses had been welcomed, or at least tolerated.
But in truth, the brunette didn't know how she should feel about this one. Just a month before this, Emilia had not liked Elias at all due to his actions and how it caused her family trouble within the Athenian senate. The younger Xanthos may not know the specifics of senate sesions and how it worked, but she understood as much that Stravos was causing issues for her father and his wishes, his dying wishes as his illness took him.
Yet now, it seemed as if the family was aiding them more then anything, and Emilia in her fit of desperation, could turn to no one else but the family of her father's sister. Surely they would not wish ill on Athenia, would they? That was the logic that Emilia counted on.
Following in the blonde Stravos's steps, she stood awkwardly as Elias threw himself on the kline, her cheeks flushing as the chiton fell further. Emilia had seen undressed men before, but only very rarely, and hardly ever in the confines of the palace. Her guards would never allow such a thing (even if she had seen one of her own guards half dressed before, but that was while he had still been a gladiator, and a story for another day).
Choosing instead to avert her eyes, she gingerly took a seat in the space he patted, and turned to him with a harder edge to her tone. "I said I have not kissed much. That doesn't mean I have not kissed at all." she replied, taking the bronze chalice from him. The girl sipped it a little, allowing the red to stain her lips before she continued. "If you must know, one of them happens to be your very own friend, my lord. Rafail of Marikas thought he would get on my good side... except he also seemed to want to get on the good side of every female in Athenia, something I would not stand for." she paused, and then slid her gaze to him. "Would you agree with me?"
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Like a lost lamb easily misguided by a pack of wolves, manipulating Emilia right now was probably easier then picking out what wanted to eat for dinner. Her cheeks flushed when she returned with the chalices and notice Elias's chiton had changed in its arrangement. Had it always been so exposed, or did she simply not realize until just now when she had been kissed? Emilia tried to wrack her mind, but the young girl simply couldn't recall, her memories of just moments prior overwhelmed by the image of Elias's face being just inches away from her. Was it fair that he was said to be blessed by Aphrodite herself?
Looking for all as if she was a young girl, and not the blossoming young woman of seventeen that she was, Emilia was suddenly at a loss of what to do. Did any of her etiquette or princess lessons ever taught her what to do after she had been kissed by someone she technically didn't solicit it from? Her father's rules had been to not kiss anyone at all unless marriage was arranged, but Emilia had always flew under the radar with that one. And so far, most of her kisses had been welcomed, or at least tolerated.
But in truth, the brunette didn't know how she should feel about this one. Just a month before this, Emilia had not liked Elias at all due to his actions and how it caused her family trouble within the Athenian senate. The younger Xanthos may not know the specifics of senate sesions and how it worked, but she understood as much that Stravos was causing issues for her father and his wishes, his dying wishes as his illness took him.
Yet now, it seemed as if the family was aiding them more then anything, and Emilia in her fit of desperation, could turn to no one else but the family of her father's sister. Surely they would not wish ill on Athenia, would they? That was the logic that Emilia counted on.
Following in the blonde Stravos's steps, she stood awkwardly as Elias threw himself on the kline, her cheeks flushing as the chiton fell further. Emilia had seen undressed men before, but only very rarely, and hardly ever in the confines of the palace. Her guards would never allow such a thing (even if she had seen one of her own guards half dressed before, but that was while he had still been a gladiator, and a story for another day).
Choosing instead to avert her eyes, she gingerly took a seat in the space he patted, and turned to him with a harder edge to her tone. "I said I have not kissed much. That doesn't mean I have not kissed at all." she replied, taking the bronze chalice from him. The girl sipped it a little, allowing the red to stain her lips before she continued. "If you must know, one of them happens to be your very own friend, my lord. Rafail of Marikas thought he would get on my good side... except he also seemed to want to get on the good side of every female in Athenia, something I would not stand for." she paused, and then slid her gaze to him. "Would you agree with me?"
Like a lost lamb easily misguided by a pack of wolves, manipulating Emilia right now was probably easier then picking out what wanted to eat for dinner. Her cheeks flushed when she returned with the chalices and notice Elias's chiton had changed in its arrangement. Had it always been so exposed, or did she simply not realize until just now when she had been kissed? Emilia tried to wrack her mind, but the young girl simply couldn't recall, her memories of just moments prior overwhelmed by the image of Elias's face being just inches away from her. Was it fair that he was said to be blessed by Aphrodite herself?
Looking for all as if she was a young girl, and not the blossoming young woman of seventeen that she was, Emilia was suddenly at a loss of what to do. Did any of her etiquette or princess lessons ever taught her what to do after she had been kissed by someone she technically didn't solicit it from? Her father's rules had been to not kiss anyone at all unless marriage was arranged, but Emilia had always flew under the radar with that one. And so far, most of her kisses had been welcomed, or at least tolerated.
But in truth, the brunette didn't know how she should feel about this one. Just a month before this, Emilia had not liked Elias at all due to his actions and how it caused her family trouble within the Athenian senate. The younger Xanthos may not know the specifics of senate sesions and how it worked, but she understood as much that Stravos was causing issues for her father and his wishes, his dying wishes as his illness took him.
Yet now, it seemed as if the family was aiding them more then anything, and Emilia in her fit of desperation, could turn to no one else but the family of her father's sister. Surely they would not wish ill on Athenia, would they? That was the logic that Emilia counted on.
Following in the blonde Stravos's steps, she stood awkwardly as Elias threw himself on the kline, her cheeks flushing as the chiton fell further. Emilia had seen undressed men before, but only very rarely, and hardly ever in the confines of the palace. Her guards would never allow such a thing (even if she had seen one of her own guards half dressed before, but that was while he had still been a gladiator, and a story for another day).
Choosing instead to avert her eyes, she gingerly took a seat in the space he patted, and turned to him with a harder edge to her tone. "I said I have not kissed much. That doesn't mean I have not kissed at all." she replied, taking the bronze chalice from him. The girl sipped it a little, allowing the red to stain her lips before she continued. "If you must know, one of them happens to be your very own friend, my lord. Rafail of Marikas thought he would get on my good side... except he also seemed to want to get on the good side of every female in Athenia, something I would not stand for." she paused, and then slid her gaze to him. "Would you agree with me?"
There was a delightful sort of petulance in Emilia's voice as she corrected his presumption, and he couldn't help but let the laughter escape his lips, a jovial sound that all too often was quelled by the Stravos. Laughter was one of those sacrifices he made, keeping himself stoic in the face of the many humours of the world that he held dear. There was the misfortune of his enemies, the comeuppance of those who said ill of him, and the many other miseries of those who dared tread in his path otherwise. But, he couldn't laugh at those outside of his own head. This, he allowed that bit of humour to show, a wide smile set upon Elias' lips as he let his lips rest on the ruby tint on the lips he'd just kissed moments before.
The Stravos deigned it appropriate to raise his glass as she spoke of kissing Raf, swallowing quickly to prevent himself to spit out the mess of the spirit in his surprise. Did the innocent and naive Emilia kiss him? Or was the more likely story of him taking whatever he felt like (not unlike Elias himself) the true cause? The Stravos might have asked, but she continued to speak and the words she used lended a great credence to the idea that Raf had simply taken what he desired. Not that Elias could blame him. While Emilia was young, the Stravos couldn't ignore the striking features she held, along with those lips that he'd kissed only once.
It wasn't quite enough.
Emilia posed her question on the fallacies of promiscuity, and he wasn't entirely sure why. Elias of Stravos might well be as renowned as Raf was infamous, taking lovers and releasing back into the world as he pleased. But, of course, such were the benefits of being young and royal. There was the service to the courts that those nobles well into adulthood bore, but the youngest of noblemen, those who inherited the future were truly above such standards. Elias wasn't so naive as to speak truthfully on the matter, instead preferring to raise a hand to brush Emilia's cheekbone with the pad of his thumb. The motion was exceedingly gentle, a precursor to the smooth cadences of his answer as he bled the words into her ear,
"I believe to each their own. But it's different, what he did and what I did. Surely, he stole that kiss away from you. In my case, it might well have been the answer to your question."
The Stravos let the fingers at her cheek dance lower to play along her jawline before he brought the digits to rest just beneath her chin.
"And in my not-so-humble opinion, it was more welcome than you might've let on," he completed the tease before he pressed his lips to her cheek next. Elias had all of the time in the night to coax her into that admission. And certainly, he would bind his time, for the reward in this particular sought after conquest was far beyond what could be gathered from temporary satisfaction. Surely, Elias enjoyed kissing the young Emilia. Her lips held the luscious flavor of the wine she imbibed, and the reactions to his ministrations were amusing as well. But, he'd temper those ambitions and play a loftier game with the remaining princess of Athenia.
"Or am I mistaken, Emilia?" he asked, drawing closer to her anew. His glass of wine lay forgotten as he brought his lips a hair's width from touching hers, the slightest nudge forward bringing a chaste connection between the two. Then, he pulled away, letting a proper kiss place itself upon the jawline he'd toyed with just moments before. Satisfied with his playful jab, he turned, intent on reaching for the goblet within his reach and claiming another sip of divine Taengean wine for his taste buds to experience.
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There was a delightful sort of petulance in Emilia's voice as she corrected his presumption, and he couldn't help but let the laughter escape his lips, a jovial sound that all too often was quelled by the Stravos. Laughter was one of those sacrifices he made, keeping himself stoic in the face of the many humours of the world that he held dear. There was the misfortune of his enemies, the comeuppance of those who said ill of him, and the many other miseries of those who dared tread in his path otherwise. But, he couldn't laugh at those outside of his own head. This, he allowed that bit of humour to show, a wide smile set upon Elias' lips as he let his lips rest on the ruby tint on the lips he'd just kissed moments before.
The Stravos deigned it appropriate to raise his glass as she spoke of kissing Raf, swallowing quickly to prevent himself to spit out the mess of the spirit in his surprise. Did the innocent and naive Emilia kiss him? Or was the more likely story of him taking whatever he felt like (not unlike Elias himself) the true cause? The Stravos might have asked, but she continued to speak and the words she used lended a great credence to the idea that Raf had simply taken what he desired. Not that Elias could blame him. While Emilia was young, the Stravos couldn't ignore the striking features she held, along with those lips that he'd kissed only once.
It wasn't quite enough.
Emilia posed her question on the fallacies of promiscuity, and he wasn't entirely sure why. Elias of Stravos might well be as renowned as Raf was infamous, taking lovers and releasing back into the world as he pleased. But, of course, such were the benefits of being young and royal. There was the service to the courts that those nobles well into adulthood bore, but the youngest of noblemen, those who inherited the future were truly above such standards. Elias wasn't so naive as to speak truthfully on the matter, instead preferring to raise a hand to brush Emilia's cheekbone with the pad of his thumb. The motion was exceedingly gentle, a precursor to the smooth cadences of his answer as he bled the words into her ear,
"I believe to each their own. But it's different, what he did and what I did. Surely, he stole that kiss away from you. In my case, it might well have been the answer to your question."
The Stravos let the fingers at her cheek dance lower to play along her jawline before he brought the digits to rest just beneath her chin.
"And in my not-so-humble opinion, it was more welcome than you might've let on," he completed the tease before he pressed his lips to her cheek next. Elias had all of the time in the night to coax her into that admission. And certainly, he would bind his time, for the reward in this particular sought after conquest was far beyond what could be gathered from temporary satisfaction. Surely, Elias enjoyed kissing the young Emilia. Her lips held the luscious flavor of the wine she imbibed, and the reactions to his ministrations were amusing as well. But, he'd temper those ambitions and play a loftier game with the remaining princess of Athenia.
"Or am I mistaken, Emilia?" he asked, drawing closer to her anew. His glass of wine lay forgotten as he brought his lips a hair's width from touching hers, the slightest nudge forward bringing a chaste connection between the two. Then, he pulled away, letting a proper kiss place itself upon the jawline he'd toyed with just moments before. Satisfied with his playful jab, he turned, intent on reaching for the goblet within his reach and claiming another sip of divine Taengean wine for his taste buds to experience.
There was a delightful sort of petulance in Emilia's voice as she corrected his presumption, and he couldn't help but let the laughter escape his lips, a jovial sound that all too often was quelled by the Stravos. Laughter was one of those sacrifices he made, keeping himself stoic in the face of the many humours of the world that he held dear. There was the misfortune of his enemies, the comeuppance of those who said ill of him, and the many other miseries of those who dared tread in his path otherwise. But, he couldn't laugh at those outside of his own head. This, he allowed that bit of humour to show, a wide smile set upon Elias' lips as he let his lips rest on the ruby tint on the lips he'd just kissed moments before.
The Stravos deigned it appropriate to raise his glass as she spoke of kissing Raf, swallowing quickly to prevent himself to spit out the mess of the spirit in his surprise. Did the innocent and naive Emilia kiss him? Or was the more likely story of him taking whatever he felt like (not unlike Elias himself) the true cause? The Stravos might have asked, but she continued to speak and the words she used lended a great credence to the idea that Raf had simply taken what he desired. Not that Elias could blame him. While Emilia was young, the Stravos couldn't ignore the striking features she held, along with those lips that he'd kissed only once.
It wasn't quite enough.
Emilia posed her question on the fallacies of promiscuity, and he wasn't entirely sure why. Elias of Stravos might well be as renowned as Raf was infamous, taking lovers and releasing back into the world as he pleased. But, of course, such were the benefits of being young and royal. There was the service to the courts that those nobles well into adulthood bore, but the youngest of noblemen, those who inherited the future were truly above such standards. Elias wasn't so naive as to speak truthfully on the matter, instead preferring to raise a hand to brush Emilia's cheekbone with the pad of his thumb. The motion was exceedingly gentle, a precursor to the smooth cadences of his answer as he bled the words into her ear,
"I believe to each their own. But it's different, what he did and what I did. Surely, he stole that kiss away from you. In my case, it might well have been the answer to your question."
The Stravos let the fingers at her cheek dance lower to play along her jawline before he brought the digits to rest just beneath her chin.
"And in my not-so-humble opinion, it was more welcome than you might've let on," he completed the tease before he pressed his lips to her cheek next. Elias had all of the time in the night to coax her into that admission. And certainly, he would bind his time, for the reward in this particular sought after conquest was far beyond what could be gathered from temporary satisfaction. Surely, Elias enjoyed kissing the young Emilia. Her lips held the luscious flavor of the wine she imbibed, and the reactions to his ministrations were amusing as well. But, he'd temper those ambitions and play a loftier game with the remaining princess of Athenia.
"Or am I mistaken, Emilia?" he asked, drawing closer to her anew. His glass of wine lay forgotten as he brought his lips a hair's width from touching hers, the slightest nudge forward bringing a chaste connection between the two. Then, he pulled away, letting a proper kiss place itself upon the jawline he'd toyed with just moments before. Satisfied with his playful jab, he turned, intent on reaching for the goblet within his reach and claiming another sip of divine Taengean wine for his taste buds to experience.
While Emilia was gregarious and smiley most of the times, it wasn't often she was intentionally cheeky, and for the most part, only Persephone and her father got the worst of her tongue in cheek when she was in the mood. What had gone over her to actually show that midly feistier side to Elias, she would never find out, but it was followed by a small smile that was accompanied by a small tilt of her head at his reply. Did Rafail steal the kiss?Well, Emilia didn't exactly struggle against it, but then again, the brunette had been too surprised to say anything.
Her eyes darted to where his fingers travelled to her chin, and then flicked back at the blond lord when he spoke again. The girl raised a brow, and let his question linger between them, but did not struggle when he let his lips brush against her again.
Was she being too loose again? Persephone would no doubt be unhappy at the way Emilia was behave, but confinement in the same four walls had a way of making someone desperate, and right now the brunette was pushing any button she could find on Elias, if only she could find a way to get more news on her sister's whereabouts. Or even for just an unaccompanied jaunt to the Athenian market, really.
"You presume to know me, my lord, but how much time have you spent in my company, aside from the last hour?" It was a challenge in as much as a clarifying question. The Stravos had mostly spent time with her sister instead of her, not a surprise as Persephone was the one who was supposed to inherit the throne. But now that the future wavered, and her possibility of becoming the Queen loom closer with each day her sister was not found.. was that why Elias lingered around her then?
But to say she was not slightly captured by his beauty was a lie. As he leaned to grab the goblet, Emilia found her eyes involuntarily falling to his falling chiton, her cheeks dusting pink before she took another gulp of her wine. "Perhaps you should find a new seamstress, Lord Elias. Your chiton seems to not fit you well."
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While Emilia was gregarious and smiley most of the times, it wasn't often she was intentionally cheeky, and for the most part, only Persephone and her father got the worst of her tongue in cheek when she was in the mood. What had gone over her to actually show that midly feistier side to Elias, she would never find out, but it was followed by a small smile that was accompanied by a small tilt of her head at his reply. Did Rafail steal the kiss?Well, Emilia didn't exactly struggle against it, but then again, the brunette had been too surprised to say anything.
Her eyes darted to where his fingers travelled to her chin, and then flicked back at the blond lord when he spoke again. The girl raised a brow, and let his question linger between them, but did not struggle when he let his lips brush against her again.
Was she being too loose again? Persephone would no doubt be unhappy at the way Emilia was behave, but confinement in the same four walls had a way of making someone desperate, and right now the brunette was pushing any button she could find on Elias, if only she could find a way to get more news on her sister's whereabouts. Or even for just an unaccompanied jaunt to the Athenian market, really.
"You presume to know me, my lord, but how much time have you spent in my company, aside from the last hour?" It was a challenge in as much as a clarifying question. The Stravos had mostly spent time with her sister instead of her, not a surprise as Persephone was the one who was supposed to inherit the throne. But now that the future wavered, and her possibility of becoming the Queen loom closer with each day her sister was not found.. was that why Elias lingered around her then?
But to say she was not slightly captured by his beauty was a lie. As he leaned to grab the goblet, Emilia found her eyes involuntarily falling to his falling chiton, her cheeks dusting pink before she took another gulp of her wine. "Perhaps you should find a new seamstress, Lord Elias. Your chiton seems to not fit you well."
While Emilia was gregarious and smiley most of the times, it wasn't often she was intentionally cheeky, and for the most part, only Persephone and her father got the worst of her tongue in cheek when she was in the mood. What had gone over her to actually show that midly feistier side to Elias, she would never find out, but it was followed by a small smile that was accompanied by a small tilt of her head at his reply. Did Rafail steal the kiss?Well, Emilia didn't exactly struggle against it, but then again, the brunette had been too surprised to say anything.
Her eyes darted to where his fingers travelled to her chin, and then flicked back at the blond lord when he spoke again. The girl raised a brow, and let his question linger between them, but did not struggle when he let his lips brush against her again.
Was she being too loose again? Persephone would no doubt be unhappy at the way Emilia was behave, but confinement in the same four walls had a way of making someone desperate, and right now the brunette was pushing any button she could find on Elias, if only she could find a way to get more news on her sister's whereabouts. Or even for just an unaccompanied jaunt to the Athenian market, really.
"You presume to know me, my lord, but how much time have you spent in my company, aside from the last hour?" It was a challenge in as much as a clarifying question. The Stravos had mostly spent time with her sister instead of her, not a surprise as Persephone was the one who was supposed to inherit the throne. But now that the future wavered, and her possibility of becoming the Queen loom closer with each day her sister was not found.. was that why Elias lingered around her then?
But to say she was not slightly captured by his beauty was a lie. As he leaned to grab the goblet, Emilia found her eyes involuntarily falling to his falling chiton, her cheeks dusting pink before she took another gulp of her wine. "Perhaps you should find a new seamstress, Lord Elias. Your chiton seems to not fit you well."
In truth, before the failing health of King Minas and the laws that passed under the final days of his rule, Elias of Stravos saw little reason to associate greatly with the late king's daughters. To him, they seemed an echo of the king himself, soft and just, but raised with a sort of entitled understanding of things that women scarcely had in the world. He'd followed Persephone's barony with some interest, not quite seeing why a woman was given such power while yet unmarried. He'd passed time with her, feeling some sort of connection with the heiress of Xanthos. But, there was always time. Nepotism went a long way, a fact that Elias of Stravos understood very well. Then, in what the Stravos could only say was pure manipulation that he could've never figured the Xanthos heiress capable of, she'd gained the crown. A vote passed in the Senate and Elias of Stravos thought he saw a few too many grinning faces full of malice.
Surely they'd thought they could manipulate her and pass the laws of their choosing under her rule,
Elias wanted the crown more than anything else in the world. He felt not only that he deserved it more, but he'd be better, unmovable in his convictions. Elias of Stravos believed this so thoroughly that he was willing to throw man after man into the Underworld itself, along with the wwretched false-queen. He never wanted her hand in marriage, he never wanted anything to do with her. But... Emilia? The crown princess was never on Elias' mind before his movement into the palati. Before all of his plans had erupted before his very eyes and he was left on the back foot. Elias of Stravos saw Emilia as a foolish, naive girl, his dear cousin but not someone he'd ever need to associate with greatly. How very wrong he was. Now, the Stravos listened to his cousin, picking up the challenging tone in her questioning even as she accepted his kisses and allowed his slow, sensual touch along the flesh of her jawline.
Emilia's challenge passed through the Stravos' ears, with Elias halfway through his glass before he set it down next to the kline they shared. Of course he saw her cheeks dusted with her pink flush, her eyes inexorably traveling along the bronzed flesh of his chest as it fell more and more. At her words, he allowed it to fall off from his shoulder entirely, gathering as a pile of fabric at his waist. His fingertips trailed along Emilia's throat, a gentle touch that cascaded lower until he'd captured her thigh in his grasp.
"I don't presume much of anything, my dear. It's written all over your face that you're enjoying my company. And... is there a reason for you not to? I think..." he continued, looming ever closer, allowing his teeth to momentarily capture Emilia's lower lip before his lips paved a path along her jawline. He breathed his next words into her ear, his hands shifting to claim her wrists and bring her hands to his body for her to touch if she pleased.
"That such enjoyment is a beautiful thing. It's no secret that I want the crown, Emilia. And... if bringing us closer together will unite Athenia... Is the amount of time we've spent before this so very relevant?" he ended his questioning there, looking down at his bared chest with a laugh before he noted,
"Perhaps I should. Maybe, in the morning, you can give me some recommendations?" he teased just before pressing his lips to the flesh of her throat.
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In truth, before the failing health of King Minas and the laws that passed under the final days of his rule, Elias of Stravos saw little reason to associate greatly with the late king's daughters. To him, they seemed an echo of the king himself, soft and just, but raised with a sort of entitled understanding of things that women scarcely had in the world. He'd followed Persephone's barony with some interest, not quite seeing why a woman was given such power while yet unmarried. He'd passed time with her, feeling some sort of connection with the heiress of Xanthos. But, there was always time. Nepotism went a long way, a fact that Elias of Stravos understood very well. Then, in what the Stravos could only say was pure manipulation that he could've never figured the Xanthos heiress capable of, she'd gained the crown. A vote passed in the Senate and Elias of Stravos thought he saw a few too many grinning faces full of malice.
Surely they'd thought they could manipulate her and pass the laws of their choosing under her rule,
Elias wanted the crown more than anything else in the world. He felt not only that he deserved it more, but he'd be better, unmovable in his convictions. Elias of Stravos believed this so thoroughly that he was willing to throw man after man into the Underworld itself, along with the wwretched false-queen. He never wanted her hand in marriage, he never wanted anything to do with her. But... Emilia? The crown princess was never on Elias' mind before his movement into the palati. Before all of his plans had erupted before his very eyes and he was left on the back foot. Elias of Stravos saw Emilia as a foolish, naive girl, his dear cousin but not someone he'd ever need to associate with greatly. How very wrong he was. Now, the Stravos listened to his cousin, picking up the challenging tone in her questioning even as she accepted his kisses and allowed his slow, sensual touch along the flesh of her jawline.
Emilia's challenge passed through the Stravos' ears, with Elias halfway through his glass before he set it down next to the kline they shared. Of course he saw her cheeks dusted with her pink flush, her eyes inexorably traveling along the bronzed flesh of his chest as it fell more and more. At her words, he allowed it to fall off from his shoulder entirely, gathering as a pile of fabric at his waist. His fingertips trailed along Emilia's throat, a gentle touch that cascaded lower until he'd captured her thigh in his grasp.
"I don't presume much of anything, my dear. It's written all over your face that you're enjoying my company. And... is there a reason for you not to? I think..." he continued, looming ever closer, allowing his teeth to momentarily capture Emilia's lower lip before his lips paved a path along her jawline. He breathed his next words into her ear, his hands shifting to claim her wrists and bring her hands to his body for her to touch if she pleased.
"That such enjoyment is a beautiful thing. It's no secret that I want the crown, Emilia. And... if bringing us closer together will unite Athenia... Is the amount of time we've spent before this so very relevant?" he ended his questioning there, looking down at his bared chest with a laugh before he noted,
"Perhaps I should. Maybe, in the morning, you can give me some recommendations?" he teased just before pressing his lips to the flesh of her throat.
In truth, before the failing health of King Minas and the laws that passed under the final days of his rule, Elias of Stravos saw little reason to associate greatly with the late king's daughters. To him, they seemed an echo of the king himself, soft and just, but raised with a sort of entitled understanding of things that women scarcely had in the world. He'd followed Persephone's barony with some interest, not quite seeing why a woman was given such power while yet unmarried. He'd passed time with her, feeling some sort of connection with the heiress of Xanthos. But, there was always time. Nepotism went a long way, a fact that Elias of Stravos understood very well. Then, in what the Stravos could only say was pure manipulation that he could've never figured the Xanthos heiress capable of, she'd gained the crown. A vote passed in the Senate and Elias of Stravos thought he saw a few too many grinning faces full of malice.
Surely they'd thought they could manipulate her and pass the laws of their choosing under her rule,
Elias wanted the crown more than anything else in the world. He felt not only that he deserved it more, but he'd be better, unmovable in his convictions. Elias of Stravos believed this so thoroughly that he was willing to throw man after man into the Underworld itself, along with the wwretched false-queen. He never wanted her hand in marriage, he never wanted anything to do with her. But... Emilia? The crown princess was never on Elias' mind before his movement into the palati. Before all of his plans had erupted before his very eyes and he was left on the back foot. Elias of Stravos saw Emilia as a foolish, naive girl, his dear cousin but not someone he'd ever need to associate with greatly. How very wrong he was. Now, the Stravos listened to his cousin, picking up the challenging tone in her questioning even as she accepted his kisses and allowed his slow, sensual touch along the flesh of her jawline.
Emilia's challenge passed through the Stravos' ears, with Elias halfway through his glass before he set it down next to the kline they shared. Of course he saw her cheeks dusted with her pink flush, her eyes inexorably traveling along the bronzed flesh of his chest as it fell more and more. At her words, he allowed it to fall off from his shoulder entirely, gathering as a pile of fabric at his waist. His fingertips trailed along Emilia's throat, a gentle touch that cascaded lower until he'd captured her thigh in his grasp.
"I don't presume much of anything, my dear. It's written all over your face that you're enjoying my company. And... is there a reason for you not to? I think..." he continued, looming ever closer, allowing his teeth to momentarily capture Emilia's lower lip before his lips paved a path along her jawline. He breathed his next words into her ear, his hands shifting to claim her wrists and bring her hands to his body for her to touch if she pleased.
"That such enjoyment is a beautiful thing. It's no secret that I want the crown, Emilia. And... if bringing us closer together will unite Athenia... Is the amount of time we've spent before this so very relevant?" he ended his questioning there, looking down at his bared chest with a laugh before he noted,
"Perhaps I should. Maybe, in the morning, you can give me some recommendations?" he teased just before pressing his lips to the flesh of her throat.
Aimias rarely had time for Emilia, and it killed him to admit it. Between his own family and his duties to the kingdom, it was impossible to find time. He was quick to blame Elias, who seemed dead set on keeping the two as far from each other as possible. But the reality of it was that the kingdom was truly in chaos, and he rarely found time to eat a meal himself, let alone catch up with the girl who had been a little sister to him. The fact that he'd caught the maids bringing her the usual meal to her room, the advisor intercepted her, asking for a second portion.
He would make time to eat with her, and perhaps answer any questions she may have had. As the reigning monarch, Emilia deserved to know what information he could share.
The man was pleased at the quick return of the maid, snatching the tray from her hands and excusing her from her duty to do something else. Aimias didn't have to think as he made his way to the suite of rooms occupied by the princess. He had often found himself there, speaking with the king or princesses, as part of his job and joy. His best memories were made in these halls, although he was not one to tease or play. No, it was from the educational moments spent with the girls, assisting the king in a new law, that had brought a smile to his face. Sharing his knowledge with others was his true passion, and serving the crown was his other.
It may have been a dull life to some, but it was full in his mind.
He entered the room after a knock, only to find the crown princess’s maid and dog. Frowning, he set the tray of food on the small table and questioned one of the maids. The princess, it seemed, had sought out Elias, but had not shared with them the reason. It only made him more uneasy to know that they were possibly alone, the men charged with protecting her potentially ordered elsewhere. Aimias took some of the dried meat, bending down to Labros’s side. He offered it to the mastiff, glad to see the dog didn't protest the offering or his company.
”Let’s find your lady, shall we Labros?” The dog didn't seem to require much convincing on the matter, standing to follow the man who was familiar with it. Aimias didn't require any additional food to gain his trust, not with the promise of finding Emilia on his lips. The two made their way through the palati, starting with the same destination that Emilia had thought to look-- the study of the lost Queen. The scent on his nose, Labros led the man out of the gardens, weaving in and out of the maze with precision. The advisor assumed the princess had found the lord, and had taken to the gardens for their conversation. He was pleased to have the dog at his side, for it was easier to track the princess with a trained nose following her scent.
It was when they were blocked out of the cellars that Aimias became worried. He trusted Elias as far as he could throw him, and his promise to help his name had nothing to do with Emilia. Not directly, anyway. Not even the growling dog next to him wavered the guards. Instead, the advisor acted as if he was content to return to his work. But the one thing he had over Elias was the knowledge of the Palati, and that included a private entrance, hidden at the very back of the cellar. Circling around, he was pleased to see that Elias had not posted any guards at an entrance he didn't seem to know about. Pushing the heavy stone door open, Aimias entered into the cellar, voices carrying as he closed it behind him.
It seemed as if his timing was perfect, for both were still clothed but far too close and intimate for his liking. It was then that Labros started to growl, and he could no longer pretend he was not there. Stepping into view of the two, his displeasure was apparent on his face. ”Hello princess, Lord Elias.” The dog continued to growl, and Aimias was in no hurry to try and quiet the beast. ”Am I interrupting something, my lady?”He asked her, ignoring Elias for the moment as she was his greatest concern.
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Aimias rarely had time for Emilia, and it killed him to admit it. Between his own family and his duties to the kingdom, it was impossible to find time. He was quick to blame Elias, who seemed dead set on keeping the two as far from each other as possible. But the reality of it was that the kingdom was truly in chaos, and he rarely found time to eat a meal himself, let alone catch up with the girl who had been a little sister to him. The fact that he'd caught the maids bringing her the usual meal to her room, the advisor intercepted her, asking for a second portion.
He would make time to eat with her, and perhaps answer any questions she may have had. As the reigning monarch, Emilia deserved to know what information he could share.
The man was pleased at the quick return of the maid, snatching the tray from her hands and excusing her from her duty to do something else. Aimias didn't have to think as he made his way to the suite of rooms occupied by the princess. He had often found himself there, speaking with the king or princesses, as part of his job and joy. His best memories were made in these halls, although he was not one to tease or play. No, it was from the educational moments spent with the girls, assisting the king in a new law, that had brought a smile to his face. Sharing his knowledge with others was his true passion, and serving the crown was his other.
It may have been a dull life to some, but it was full in his mind.
He entered the room after a knock, only to find the crown princess’s maid and dog. Frowning, he set the tray of food on the small table and questioned one of the maids. The princess, it seemed, had sought out Elias, but had not shared with them the reason. It only made him more uneasy to know that they were possibly alone, the men charged with protecting her potentially ordered elsewhere. Aimias took some of the dried meat, bending down to Labros’s side. He offered it to the mastiff, glad to see the dog didn't protest the offering or his company.
”Let’s find your lady, shall we Labros?” The dog didn't seem to require much convincing on the matter, standing to follow the man who was familiar with it. Aimias didn't require any additional food to gain his trust, not with the promise of finding Emilia on his lips. The two made their way through the palati, starting with the same destination that Emilia had thought to look-- the study of the lost Queen. The scent on his nose, Labros led the man out of the gardens, weaving in and out of the maze with precision. The advisor assumed the princess had found the lord, and had taken to the gardens for their conversation. He was pleased to have the dog at his side, for it was easier to track the princess with a trained nose following her scent.
It was when they were blocked out of the cellars that Aimias became worried. He trusted Elias as far as he could throw him, and his promise to help his name had nothing to do with Emilia. Not directly, anyway. Not even the growling dog next to him wavered the guards. Instead, the advisor acted as if he was content to return to his work. But the one thing he had over Elias was the knowledge of the Palati, and that included a private entrance, hidden at the very back of the cellar. Circling around, he was pleased to see that Elias had not posted any guards at an entrance he didn't seem to know about. Pushing the heavy stone door open, Aimias entered into the cellar, voices carrying as he closed it behind him.
It seemed as if his timing was perfect, for both were still clothed but far too close and intimate for his liking. It was then that Labros started to growl, and he could no longer pretend he was not there. Stepping into view of the two, his displeasure was apparent on his face. ”Hello princess, Lord Elias.” The dog continued to growl, and Aimias was in no hurry to try and quiet the beast. ”Am I interrupting something, my lady?”He asked her, ignoring Elias for the moment as she was his greatest concern.
Aimias rarely had time for Emilia, and it killed him to admit it. Between his own family and his duties to the kingdom, it was impossible to find time. He was quick to blame Elias, who seemed dead set on keeping the two as far from each other as possible. But the reality of it was that the kingdom was truly in chaos, and he rarely found time to eat a meal himself, let alone catch up with the girl who had been a little sister to him. The fact that he'd caught the maids bringing her the usual meal to her room, the advisor intercepted her, asking for a second portion.
He would make time to eat with her, and perhaps answer any questions she may have had. As the reigning monarch, Emilia deserved to know what information he could share.
The man was pleased at the quick return of the maid, snatching the tray from her hands and excusing her from her duty to do something else. Aimias didn't have to think as he made his way to the suite of rooms occupied by the princess. He had often found himself there, speaking with the king or princesses, as part of his job and joy. His best memories were made in these halls, although he was not one to tease or play. No, it was from the educational moments spent with the girls, assisting the king in a new law, that had brought a smile to his face. Sharing his knowledge with others was his true passion, and serving the crown was his other.
It may have been a dull life to some, but it was full in his mind.
He entered the room after a knock, only to find the crown princess’s maid and dog. Frowning, he set the tray of food on the small table and questioned one of the maids. The princess, it seemed, had sought out Elias, but had not shared with them the reason. It only made him more uneasy to know that they were possibly alone, the men charged with protecting her potentially ordered elsewhere. Aimias took some of the dried meat, bending down to Labros’s side. He offered it to the mastiff, glad to see the dog didn't protest the offering or his company.
”Let’s find your lady, shall we Labros?” The dog didn't seem to require much convincing on the matter, standing to follow the man who was familiar with it. Aimias didn't require any additional food to gain his trust, not with the promise of finding Emilia on his lips. The two made their way through the palati, starting with the same destination that Emilia had thought to look-- the study of the lost Queen. The scent on his nose, Labros led the man out of the gardens, weaving in and out of the maze with precision. The advisor assumed the princess had found the lord, and had taken to the gardens for their conversation. He was pleased to have the dog at his side, for it was easier to track the princess with a trained nose following her scent.
It was when they were blocked out of the cellars that Aimias became worried. He trusted Elias as far as he could throw him, and his promise to help his name had nothing to do with Emilia. Not directly, anyway. Not even the growling dog next to him wavered the guards. Instead, the advisor acted as if he was content to return to his work. But the one thing he had over Elias was the knowledge of the Palati, and that included a private entrance, hidden at the very back of the cellar. Circling around, he was pleased to see that Elias had not posted any guards at an entrance he didn't seem to know about. Pushing the heavy stone door open, Aimias entered into the cellar, voices carrying as he closed it behind him.
It seemed as if his timing was perfect, for both were still clothed but far too close and intimate for his liking. It was then that Labros started to growl, and he could no longer pretend he was not there. Stepping into view of the two, his displeasure was apparent on his face. ”Hello princess, Lord Elias.” The dog continued to growl, and Aimias was in no hurry to try and quiet the beast. ”Am I interrupting something, my lady?”He asked her, ignoring Elias for the moment as she was his greatest concern.
Aimias.
How Elias of Stravos hated being interrupted in the course of his attempts at wooing. It'd happened before, with the likes of husbands and in his younger days, innocent bystanders on the streets walking past the sight of the impeccable Elias of Stravos in the midst of his efforts to fuck someone. There was no embarrassment to be had. Aimias of Argyris could consider himself one of the numerous unwitting intruders to find themselves catching a glimpse of more Elias than they thought they might ever see. Of course Elias wasn't embarassed. It was akin to a master poet having stage fright, or a renowned bard before a crowd. For Elias of Stravos to be embarrassed of his divines-ordained body was to commit sacrilege of the higheast order. He didn't immediately raise his chiton, either. Pressing his lips gingerly to Emilia's forehead before he pulled away from her. Fluid was his movements as he rose to his feet, rolling his shoulders before tightening the tie about his waist to keep his chiton from falling further still.
Elias raised a hand to sift into his hair, tussling the thick strands before at last, at his leisure, raising his chiton to cover his body fully. He let the fabric fall upon his flesh before he turned his head, rolling his neck once before he shrugged at Aimias. The man posed no threat to Elias anymore, with his family under threat and his reputation poised to be destroyed by his own hand. How Elias relished in the beautiful irony that was subjecting others to their worst fears realized. He mouthed to Aimias once he faced away from Emilia, Take care of what you say to her.
Elias emphasized the words, narrowing his gaze as he was sleighted and passed over by the older man. It was to be expected, given his loyalties, but nonetheless, he'd find a way to make Aimias suffer for his repeated disrespect. He ruminated on the possibilities as he shifted back towards Emilia, claiming the bottle and pouring himself another glass. Halfheartedly, he offered Aimias the glass before deciding the filth wouldn't want it anyway. He tipped his head back, relishing in the sweet taste of Taengean liqueur before he moved towards Aimias. He pushed the bottle, with force, against the man's chest, placing the drained goblet over the mouth of the bottle before he said,
"I'll leave the princess in your more than capable hands," he said, winking at Aimias before he turned back to Emilia.
"I had a lovely evening with you, my sweet. I hope you dream of me," he told her, offering the princess a wink of her own before clasping Aimias on the shoulder and making his way out of the cellar. Then, Elias made his way to the nearest guard. He pulled him close, placing a handful of coin hidden within his chiton in his hand. Closing it into a fist, he patted the guard on the shoulder before he said,
"Watch them very carefully. If Aimias begins to say anything out of line, make up a reason to separate them. And feel free to rough up the male," he added before making his way off into the night.
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How Elias of Stravos hated being interrupted in the course of his attempts at wooing. It'd happened before, with the likes of husbands and in his younger days, innocent bystanders on the streets walking past the sight of the impeccable Elias of Stravos in the midst of his efforts to fuck someone. There was no embarrassment to be had. Aimias of Argyris could consider himself one of the numerous unwitting intruders to find themselves catching a glimpse of more Elias than they thought they might ever see. Of course Elias wasn't embarassed. It was akin to a master poet having stage fright, or a renowned bard before a crowd. For Elias of Stravos to be embarrassed of his divines-ordained body was to commit sacrilege of the higheast order. He didn't immediately raise his chiton, either. Pressing his lips gingerly to Emilia's forehead before he pulled away from her. Fluid was his movements as he rose to his feet, rolling his shoulders before tightening the tie about his waist to keep his chiton from falling further still.
Elias raised a hand to sift into his hair, tussling the thick strands before at last, at his leisure, raising his chiton to cover his body fully. He let the fabric fall upon his flesh before he turned his head, rolling his neck once before he shrugged at Aimias. The man posed no threat to Elias anymore, with his family under threat and his reputation poised to be destroyed by his own hand. How Elias relished in the beautiful irony that was subjecting others to their worst fears realized. He mouthed to Aimias once he faced away from Emilia, Take care of what you say to her.
Elias emphasized the words, narrowing his gaze as he was sleighted and passed over by the older man. It was to be expected, given his loyalties, but nonetheless, he'd find a way to make Aimias suffer for his repeated disrespect. He ruminated on the possibilities as he shifted back towards Emilia, claiming the bottle and pouring himself another glass. Halfheartedly, he offered Aimias the glass before deciding the filth wouldn't want it anyway. He tipped his head back, relishing in the sweet taste of Taengean liqueur before he moved towards Aimias. He pushed the bottle, with force, against the man's chest, placing the drained goblet over the mouth of the bottle before he said,
"I'll leave the princess in your more than capable hands," he said, winking at Aimias before he turned back to Emilia.
"I had a lovely evening with you, my sweet. I hope you dream of me," he told her, offering the princess a wink of her own before clasping Aimias on the shoulder and making his way out of the cellar. Then, Elias made his way to the nearest guard. He pulled him close, placing a handful of coin hidden within his chiton in his hand. Closing it into a fist, he patted the guard on the shoulder before he said,
"Watch them very carefully. If Aimias begins to say anything out of line, make up a reason to separate them. And feel free to rough up the male," he added before making his way off into the night.
Aimias.
How Elias of Stravos hated being interrupted in the course of his attempts at wooing. It'd happened before, with the likes of husbands and in his younger days, innocent bystanders on the streets walking past the sight of the impeccable Elias of Stravos in the midst of his efforts to fuck someone. There was no embarrassment to be had. Aimias of Argyris could consider himself one of the numerous unwitting intruders to find themselves catching a glimpse of more Elias than they thought they might ever see. Of course Elias wasn't embarassed. It was akin to a master poet having stage fright, or a renowned bard before a crowd. For Elias of Stravos to be embarrassed of his divines-ordained body was to commit sacrilege of the higheast order. He didn't immediately raise his chiton, either. Pressing his lips gingerly to Emilia's forehead before he pulled away from her. Fluid was his movements as he rose to his feet, rolling his shoulders before tightening the tie about his waist to keep his chiton from falling further still.
Elias raised a hand to sift into his hair, tussling the thick strands before at last, at his leisure, raising his chiton to cover his body fully. He let the fabric fall upon his flesh before he turned his head, rolling his neck once before he shrugged at Aimias. The man posed no threat to Elias anymore, with his family under threat and his reputation poised to be destroyed by his own hand. How Elias relished in the beautiful irony that was subjecting others to their worst fears realized. He mouthed to Aimias once he faced away from Emilia, Take care of what you say to her.
Elias emphasized the words, narrowing his gaze as he was sleighted and passed over by the older man. It was to be expected, given his loyalties, but nonetheless, he'd find a way to make Aimias suffer for his repeated disrespect. He ruminated on the possibilities as he shifted back towards Emilia, claiming the bottle and pouring himself another glass. Halfheartedly, he offered Aimias the glass before deciding the filth wouldn't want it anyway. He tipped his head back, relishing in the sweet taste of Taengean liqueur before he moved towards Aimias. He pushed the bottle, with force, against the man's chest, placing the drained goblet over the mouth of the bottle before he said,
"I'll leave the princess in your more than capable hands," he said, winking at Aimias before he turned back to Emilia.
"I had a lovely evening with you, my sweet. I hope you dream of me," he told her, offering the princess a wink of her own before clasping Aimias on the shoulder and making his way out of the cellar. Then, Elias made his way to the nearest guard. He pulled him close, placing a handful of coin hidden within his chiton in his hand. Closing it into a fist, he patted the guard on the shoulder before he said,
"Watch them very carefully. If Aimias begins to say anything out of line, make up a reason to separate them. And feel free to rough up the male," he added before making his way off into the night.
She tried, she really did, but Emilia never had much experience in standing up for herself. Her life had consisted of mostly Persephone and her father doing that for her, or even her bevy of guardsmen for the young princess has proven herself to not only be incapable of basic self defense, but also with a dismal sense of direction. It had left Minas with no choice, but also resulted in Emilia perhaps being a little more coddled then he would've liked.
While Persephone's absence right now meant Emilia has been on a sped up crash course on how to defend herself, and this experience with Elias proved that she was at least going somewhere in terms of a verbal spar, it was still easy for Elias to result her to sputters as she failed to come up with a reply. And as Elias's hints grew less and less subtle, Emilia found herself coming up with less and less words.
Like a goldfish with her mouth gaping, the girl was far too easy to be fed lies to, and probably would have, had the intrusion not happened.
When a sudden voice that did not belong wto her conversation partner popped up, Emilia almost sprang away from Elias, looking and only breathing a sigh of relief when she recognized Aimias's features, and the sight of her black mastiff dog at his heels. Labros was impossibly protective, and the princess surmised she disliked Elias - but then again, he disliked many around him save for Emilia, since the brunette had raised him.
"N-no, Lord Aimias. No, you aren't interupting." she murmured quickly, before Elias spoke over her. Her cheeks flushed when she caught his wink, her breath harried and quick as the man made his way out of the chamber. What was it about Elias of Stravos that put her on edge? A combination of both breathless and uncertainty always overcame her each time she was alone in his presence, and Emilia was never quite sure what to do of it. Had they been left alone any longer, she couldn't even tell if she could continue walking away from him. That he had let the top half of his chiton drop should already be unseemly, as what her tutors used to teach her. But why then, did he act as if it was the most natural thing in the world?
Caught in her thoughts, Emilia bent down to receive Labros as the almost full-grown black mastiff bounded up to her and covered hr face in licks. The girl chuckled, giving the canine the requisitory pets he asked for, before turning to look at Aimias. "How did you come to be down here?" she murmured, just as a few guards came down the stairs to presumably do as Elias had bidded, their eyes pretty much boring into Aimias.
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She tried, she really did, but Emilia never had much experience in standing up for herself. Her life had consisted of mostly Persephone and her father doing that for her, or even her bevy of guardsmen for the young princess has proven herself to not only be incapable of basic self defense, but also with a dismal sense of direction. It had left Minas with no choice, but also resulted in Emilia perhaps being a little more coddled then he would've liked.
While Persephone's absence right now meant Emilia has been on a sped up crash course on how to defend herself, and this experience with Elias proved that she was at least going somewhere in terms of a verbal spar, it was still easy for Elias to result her to sputters as she failed to come up with a reply. And as Elias's hints grew less and less subtle, Emilia found herself coming up with less and less words.
Like a goldfish with her mouth gaping, the girl was far too easy to be fed lies to, and probably would have, had the intrusion not happened.
When a sudden voice that did not belong wto her conversation partner popped up, Emilia almost sprang away from Elias, looking and only breathing a sigh of relief when she recognized Aimias's features, and the sight of her black mastiff dog at his heels. Labros was impossibly protective, and the princess surmised she disliked Elias - but then again, he disliked many around him save for Emilia, since the brunette had raised him.
"N-no, Lord Aimias. No, you aren't interupting." she murmured quickly, before Elias spoke over her. Her cheeks flushed when she caught his wink, her breath harried and quick as the man made his way out of the chamber. What was it about Elias of Stravos that put her on edge? A combination of both breathless and uncertainty always overcame her each time she was alone in his presence, and Emilia was never quite sure what to do of it. Had they been left alone any longer, she couldn't even tell if she could continue walking away from him. That he had let the top half of his chiton drop should already be unseemly, as what her tutors used to teach her. But why then, did he act as if it was the most natural thing in the world?
Caught in her thoughts, Emilia bent down to receive Labros as the almost full-grown black mastiff bounded up to her and covered hr face in licks. The girl chuckled, giving the canine the requisitory pets he asked for, before turning to look at Aimias. "How did you come to be down here?" she murmured, just as a few guards came down the stairs to presumably do as Elias had bidded, their eyes pretty much boring into Aimias.
She tried, she really did, but Emilia never had much experience in standing up for herself. Her life had consisted of mostly Persephone and her father doing that for her, or even her bevy of guardsmen for the young princess has proven herself to not only be incapable of basic self defense, but also with a dismal sense of direction. It had left Minas with no choice, but also resulted in Emilia perhaps being a little more coddled then he would've liked.
While Persephone's absence right now meant Emilia has been on a sped up crash course on how to defend herself, and this experience with Elias proved that she was at least going somewhere in terms of a verbal spar, it was still easy for Elias to result her to sputters as she failed to come up with a reply. And as Elias's hints grew less and less subtle, Emilia found herself coming up with less and less words.
Like a goldfish with her mouth gaping, the girl was far too easy to be fed lies to, and probably would have, had the intrusion not happened.
When a sudden voice that did not belong wto her conversation partner popped up, Emilia almost sprang away from Elias, looking and only breathing a sigh of relief when she recognized Aimias's features, and the sight of her black mastiff dog at his heels. Labros was impossibly protective, and the princess surmised she disliked Elias - but then again, he disliked many around him save for Emilia, since the brunette had raised him.
"N-no, Lord Aimias. No, you aren't interupting." she murmured quickly, before Elias spoke over her. Her cheeks flushed when she caught his wink, her breath harried and quick as the man made his way out of the chamber. What was it about Elias of Stravos that put her on edge? A combination of both breathless and uncertainty always overcame her each time she was alone in his presence, and Emilia was never quite sure what to do of it. Had they been left alone any longer, she couldn't even tell if she could continue walking away from him. That he had let the top half of his chiton drop should already be unseemly, as what her tutors used to teach her. But why then, did he act as if it was the most natural thing in the world?
Caught in her thoughts, Emilia bent down to receive Labros as the almost full-grown black mastiff bounded up to her and covered hr face in licks. The girl chuckled, giving the canine the requisitory pets he asked for, before turning to look at Aimias. "How did you come to be down here?" she murmured, just as a few guards came down the stairs to presumably do as Elias had bidded, their eyes pretty much boring into Aimias.
Aimias had met his fair share of men he despised. After all, it was rare that everyone in court would have been considered a friend. He could handle most of them, from a distance, as he was expected to do with his job. But that didn’t make it any easier to know that one of that filth was within his very home, putting his hands all over a girl whom, for all intensive purposes, was his little sister. It made him sick to his stomach to watch him touch her, half dressed and ready to take it further than it should have done. And he shuddered to think what would have happened had he not come to find her in the first place.
Elias was not a man to be trusted.
But, Aimias wasn’t sure he was either.
He did know, in the depths of his heart, that he would never use a woman like this. There was no other reason he would court a girl as young as Emilia. This was a power play, and it was one that Aimias would do everything within his ability to prevent. He wished to secure his place within the Xanthos home, which he hated, by wedding the heir to the crown. He had thought that Elias had some sense of dignity and morals. But as the man walked past him, even that was enough to make him nauseated. The look on his face only made him angrier, only made him realize that he would hate this man until his dying breath.
Taking the bottle that was forcefully pressed into his chest, Aimias gave the man as fake a smile in return. ”Fear not, my lord. She will be safe in my care.” Daggers were glared into the man’s back at his retreat, waiting until he heard the heavy door close in his path. He let out a sigh of relief, unable to deny how thankful he was for his timing.
”Are you alright, dear girl?” He asked now that they were alone, not too worried about the implications of his question. Aimias was glad the dog jumped up, covering her in protective kisses. ”The back entrance, of course. Are you not aware of it?” It was an old secret, one he thought the whole family knew of. And he was glad that in this instance, as he wouldn’t have had the power to convince the guards to let him in. ”Come, walk with me a bit. I think it would do you and your dog good to find some fresh air.” He offered her his arm, wanting nothing more than to get her out of there.
If he could, he would have sent her to his wife’s lands as soon as was able.
But he wasn’t.
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Aimias had met his fair share of men he despised. After all, it was rare that everyone in court would have been considered a friend. He could handle most of them, from a distance, as he was expected to do with his job. But that didn’t make it any easier to know that one of that filth was within his very home, putting his hands all over a girl whom, for all intensive purposes, was his little sister. It made him sick to his stomach to watch him touch her, half dressed and ready to take it further than it should have done. And he shuddered to think what would have happened had he not come to find her in the first place.
Elias was not a man to be trusted.
But, Aimias wasn’t sure he was either.
He did know, in the depths of his heart, that he would never use a woman like this. There was no other reason he would court a girl as young as Emilia. This was a power play, and it was one that Aimias would do everything within his ability to prevent. He wished to secure his place within the Xanthos home, which he hated, by wedding the heir to the crown. He had thought that Elias had some sense of dignity and morals. But as the man walked past him, even that was enough to make him nauseated. The look on his face only made him angrier, only made him realize that he would hate this man until his dying breath.
Taking the bottle that was forcefully pressed into his chest, Aimias gave the man as fake a smile in return. ”Fear not, my lord. She will be safe in my care.” Daggers were glared into the man’s back at his retreat, waiting until he heard the heavy door close in his path. He let out a sigh of relief, unable to deny how thankful he was for his timing.
”Are you alright, dear girl?” He asked now that they were alone, not too worried about the implications of his question. Aimias was glad the dog jumped up, covering her in protective kisses. ”The back entrance, of course. Are you not aware of it?” It was an old secret, one he thought the whole family knew of. And he was glad that in this instance, as he wouldn’t have had the power to convince the guards to let him in. ”Come, walk with me a bit. I think it would do you and your dog good to find some fresh air.” He offered her his arm, wanting nothing more than to get her out of there.
If he could, he would have sent her to his wife’s lands as soon as was able.
But he wasn’t.
Aimias had met his fair share of men he despised. After all, it was rare that everyone in court would have been considered a friend. He could handle most of them, from a distance, as he was expected to do with his job. But that didn’t make it any easier to know that one of that filth was within his very home, putting his hands all over a girl whom, for all intensive purposes, was his little sister. It made him sick to his stomach to watch him touch her, half dressed and ready to take it further than it should have done. And he shuddered to think what would have happened had he not come to find her in the first place.
Elias was not a man to be trusted.
But, Aimias wasn’t sure he was either.
He did know, in the depths of his heart, that he would never use a woman like this. There was no other reason he would court a girl as young as Emilia. This was a power play, and it was one that Aimias would do everything within his ability to prevent. He wished to secure his place within the Xanthos home, which he hated, by wedding the heir to the crown. He had thought that Elias had some sense of dignity and morals. But as the man walked past him, even that was enough to make him nauseated. The look on his face only made him angrier, only made him realize that he would hate this man until his dying breath.
Taking the bottle that was forcefully pressed into his chest, Aimias gave the man as fake a smile in return. ”Fear not, my lord. She will be safe in my care.” Daggers were glared into the man’s back at his retreat, waiting until he heard the heavy door close in his path. He let out a sigh of relief, unable to deny how thankful he was for his timing.
”Are you alright, dear girl?” He asked now that they were alone, not too worried about the implications of his question. Aimias was glad the dog jumped up, covering her in protective kisses. ”The back entrance, of course. Are you not aware of it?” It was an old secret, one he thought the whole family knew of. And he was glad that in this instance, as he wouldn’t have had the power to convince the guards to let him in. ”Come, walk with me a bit. I think it would do you and your dog good to find some fresh air.” He offered her his arm, wanting nothing more than to get her out of there.
If he could, he would have sent her to his wife’s lands as soon as was able.
But he wasn’t.
She watched as Elias left, but quickly turned when Aimias addressed her. The princess was quick to notice how tired Aimias looked, surely a result of the unrest still going on due to her sister's absence and the lack of a court session being held. Was Elias not planning to have one yet? Or worst yet, was she expected to order one? Lesley had said something of that ilk, but her hands still trembled at the idea of even chairing one, that Emilia subconsciously did not wish to do so at all, even if she knew it was for the benefit for the kingdom. She simply did not have Persephone's spine.
Nodding weakly to the query of the advisor, Emilia flashed him a watery smile. What she was tired of, the princess couldn't place a finger on, but she suddenly felt as if all the fight had deflated out of her body even if she had done nothing more strenuous then a walk through the gardens for the past half an hour.
Raising a brow in surprise when Aimias pointed out the existence of the backgate, Emilia laughed slightly when Labros slobbered all over her, rubbing his growing neck and placating the mastiff enough for him to stop pouncing on her with his two front feet, before glancing curiously in the direction Aimias had gestured at. "I did not, but I never did explore much." she murmured. She was more of an outdoors girl, and never gave much thought to the interior of the palati she was brought up in.
Taking the arm Aimias offered her, Emilia followed him out with her black mastiff doggedly at her ankles as they emerged from the cellar. The guards stared curiously, the kind of look that pricked at the back of Emilia's neck, but the princess did her best to shake it off as she turned to the advisor with a genuine curious question. "Has it been busy, Aimias? You look tired."
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She watched as Elias left, but quickly turned when Aimias addressed her. The princess was quick to notice how tired Aimias looked, surely a result of the unrest still going on due to her sister's absence and the lack of a court session being held. Was Elias not planning to have one yet? Or worst yet, was she expected to order one? Lesley had said something of that ilk, but her hands still trembled at the idea of even chairing one, that Emilia subconsciously did not wish to do so at all, even if she knew it was for the benefit for the kingdom. She simply did not have Persephone's spine.
Nodding weakly to the query of the advisor, Emilia flashed him a watery smile. What she was tired of, the princess couldn't place a finger on, but she suddenly felt as if all the fight had deflated out of her body even if she had done nothing more strenuous then a walk through the gardens for the past half an hour.
Raising a brow in surprise when Aimias pointed out the existence of the backgate, Emilia laughed slightly when Labros slobbered all over her, rubbing his growing neck and placating the mastiff enough for him to stop pouncing on her with his two front feet, before glancing curiously in the direction Aimias had gestured at. "I did not, but I never did explore much." she murmured. She was more of an outdoors girl, and never gave much thought to the interior of the palati she was brought up in.
Taking the arm Aimias offered her, Emilia followed him out with her black mastiff doggedly at her ankles as they emerged from the cellar. The guards stared curiously, the kind of look that pricked at the back of Emilia's neck, but the princess did her best to shake it off as she turned to the advisor with a genuine curious question. "Has it been busy, Aimias? You look tired."
She watched as Elias left, but quickly turned when Aimias addressed her. The princess was quick to notice how tired Aimias looked, surely a result of the unrest still going on due to her sister's absence and the lack of a court session being held. Was Elias not planning to have one yet? Or worst yet, was she expected to order one? Lesley had said something of that ilk, but her hands still trembled at the idea of even chairing one, that Emilia subconsciously did not wish to do so at all, even if she knew it was for the benefit for the kingdom. She simply did not have Persephone's spine.
Nodding weakly to the query of the advisor, Emilia flashed him a watery smile. What she was tired of, the princess couldn't place a finger on, but she suddenly felt as if all the fight had deflated out of her body even if she had done nothing more strenuous then a walk through the gardens for the past half an hour.
Raising a brow in surprise when Aimias pointed out the existence of the backgate, Emilia laughed slightly when Labros slobbered all over her, rubbing his growing neck and placating the mastiff enough for him to stop pouncing on her with his two front feet, before glancing curiously in the direction Aimias had gestured at. "I did not, but I never did explore much." she murmured. She was more of an outdoors girl, and never gave much thought to the interior of the palati she was brought up in.
Taking the arm Aimias offered her, Emilia followed him out with her black mastiff doggedly at her ankles as they emerged from the cellar. The guards stared curiously, the kind of look that pricked at the back of Emilia's neck, but the princess did her best to shake it off as she turned to the advisor with a genuine curious question. "Has it been busy, Aimias? You look tired."
He was relieved that they were alone, although he knew that they would not truly be alone, so long as they were within the walls of the palati. It was most likely that Elias had spies everywhere. And Aimias could only promise the dozen or so he had within his own hand, not knowing who else to trust. There was uncertainty as to who he could rely on within these walls. And it was as if he couldn’t trust anyone with as much reliance as he had prior. He simply didn’t have the funds to secure alliances as Elias had.
Putting that from his mind for the moment, he held onto Emilia, glad that nothing more had happened with the half dressed buffoon. As far as Aimias was concerned, the would be king was making as ass of himself by flaunting his body so openly to the princess. How the man had anyone who believed him to be fit for the throne was beyond him. Each and every action proved the opposite to him.
This man would see it all crumble.
And Aimias would be just as guilty.
It ripped him apart. And he had to pretend otherwise. He had to make it appear as if everything was fine. With Emilia’s question, he plastered a smile on his face and hoped it didn’t look as fake as it felt. ”I am fine, Sprite. Phillipa has been sick, you know. And it worries me more than it should. I do not like being away from her when she is not well. But I am needed here, too. And I promised you that I would not truly abandon you. I do not plan on leaving you.” He could do that, at least. He may be sowing the seeds of doubt, but at least he would try his best to reassure her until Persephone could be found. ”Remember what your father used to say-- wolves have a way of blending in with the sheep.” He said it softly, glad that the dog’s growl to the guards provided them with a little bit of privacy as they walked by.
”Protect your trust. It’s one of the few things only you can solely have power over.” He told her quietly, pressing a protective kiss to the top of her head. ”May I escort you elsewhere?” He asked, happy to have the dog on his side as people seemed to keep their distance from him.
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He was relieved that they were alone, although he knew that they would not truly be alone, so long as they were within the walls of the palati. It was most likely that Elias had spies everywhere. And Aimias could only promise the dozen or so he had within his own hand, not knowing who else to trust. There was uncertainty as to who he could rely on within these walls. And it was as if he couldn’t trust anyone with as much reliance as he had prior. He simply didn’t have the funds to secure alliances as Elias had.
Putting that from his mind for the moment, he held onto Emilia, glad that nothing more had happened with the half dressed buffoon. As far as Aimias was concerned, the would be king was making as ass of himself by flaunting his body so openly to the princess. How the man had anyone who believed him to be fit for the throne was beyond him. Each and every action proved the opposite to him.
This man would see it all crumble.
And Aimias would be just as guilty.
It ripped him apart. And he had to pretend otherwise. He had to make it appear as if everything was fine. With Emilia’s question, he plastered a smile on his face and hoped it didn’t look as fake as it felt. ”I am fine, Sprite. Phillipa has been sick, you know. And it worries me more than it should. I do not like being away from her when she is not well. But I am needed here, too. And I promised you that I would not truly abandon you. I do not plan on leaving you.” He could do that, at least. He may be sowing the seeds of doubt, but at least he would try his best to reassure her until Persephone could be found. ”Remember what your father used to say-- wolves have a way of blending in with the sheep.” He said it softly, glad that the dog’s growl to the guards provided them with a little bit of privacy as they walked by.
”Protect your trust. It’s one of the few things only you can solely have power over.” He told her quietly, pressing a protective kiss to the top of her head. ”May I escort you elsewhere?” He asked, happy to have the dog on his side as people seemed to keep their distance from him.
He was relieved that they were alone, although he knew that they would not truly be alone, so long as they were within the walls of the palati. It was most likely that Elias had spies everywhere. And Aimias could only promise the dozen or so he had within his own hand, not knowing who else to trust. There was uncertainty as to who he could rely on within these walls. And it was as if he couldn’t trust anyone with as much reliance as he had prior. He simply didn’t have the funds to secure alliances as Elias had.
Putting that from his mind for the moment, he held onto Emilia, glad that nothing more had happened with the half dressed buffoon. As far as Aimias was concerned, the would be king was making as ass of himself by flaunting his body so openly to the princess. How the man had anyone who believed him to be fit for the throne was beyond him. Each and every action proved the opposite to him.
This man would see it all crumble.
And Aimias would be just as guilty.
It ripped him apart. And he had to pretend otherwise. He had to make it appear as if everything was fine. With Emilia’s question, he plastered a smile on his face and hoped it didn’t look as fake as it felt. ”I am fine, Sprite. Phillipa has been sick, you know. And it worries me more than it should. I do not like being away from her when she is not well. But I am needed here, too. And I promised you that I would not truly abandon you. I do not plan on leaving you.” He could do that, at least. He may be sowing the seeds of doubt, but at least he would try his best to reassure her until Persephone could be found. ”Remember what your father used to say-- wolves have a way of blending in with the sheep.” He said it softly, glad that the dog’s growl to the guards provided them with a little bit of privacy as they walked by.
”Protect your trust. It’s one of the few things only you can solely have power over.” He told her quietly, pressing a protective kiss to the top of her head. ”May I escort you elsewhere?” He asked, happy to have the dog on his side as people seemed to keep their distance from him.
A brief look of surprise and concern passed Emilia's face when Aimias informed him of the update regarding his daughter. She had seen Philippa when the young girl was but a child, and she knew of the tender age the girl was. That she was sick was not good news, but Emilia was certain Aimias would take good care of his daughter. "Then you should return to her Aimias." Emilia immediately exclaimed, not one to insist Aimias to stay. She may draw comfort from his presence, but the young daughter of his would need him far more then she did. Afterall, she was now seventeen, she should be able to handle more things, right?
"I..." she trailed off, at Aimias's reminder of her father's words. It worried her far more, that as days passed, Emilia was finding it harder and harder to recall her father's laughter. It had been far too long even before his passing that Minas had much energy to do far more then just smile, and that realization was not at all comforting to the young brunette.
"I'll try." Emilia finally finished, flashing Aimias what she hoped was a convincing smile. Next to her, Labros yapped happily, tail wagging as his tongue smothered kisses over Emilia's calf. The brunette laughed, and bent down to embrace the black mastiff who looked far less imposing now that his tongue lolled out and his eyes sparkled as he stared at his mistress. Peering at Aimias at his offer, Emilia nodded, taking up the offer of Aimias's escort as she returned to her room. It was one of the... less confusing times over the last few weeks, as she focused on less daunting topics of chat on her way back to her room.
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A brief look of surprise and concern passed Emilia's face when Aimias informed him of the update regarding his daughter. She had seen Philippa when the young girl was but a child, and she knew of the tender age the girl was. That she was sick was not good news, but Emilia was certain Aimias would take good care of his daughter. "Then you should return to her Aimias." Emilia immediately exclaimed, not one to insist Aimias to stay. She may draw comfort from his presence, but the young daughter of his would need him far more then she did. Afterall, she was now seventeen, she should be able to handle more things, right?
"I..." she trailed off, at Aimias's reminder of her father's words. It worried her far more, that as days passed, Emilia was finding it harder and harder to recall her father's laughter. It had been far too long even before his passing that Minas had much energy to do far more then just smile, and that realization was not at all comforting to the young brunette.
"I'll try." Emilia finally finished, flashing Aimias what she hoped was a convincing smile. Next to her, Labros yapped happily, tail wagging as his tongue smothered kisses over Emilia's calf. The brunette laughed, and bent down to embrace the black mastiff who looked far less imposing now that his tongue lolled out and his eyes sparkled as he stared at his mistress. Peering at Aimias at his offer, Emilia nodded, taking up the offer of Aimias's escort as she returned to her room. It was one of the... less confusing times over the last few weeks, as she focused on less daunting topics of chat on her way back to her room.
A brief look of surprise and concern passed Emilia's face when Aimias informed him of the update regarding his daughter. She had seen Philippa when the young girl was but a child, and she knew of the tender age the girl was. That she was sick was not good news, but Emilia was certain Aimias would take good care of his daughter. "Then you should return to her Aimias." Emilia immediately exclaimed, not one to insist Aimias to stay. She may draw comfort from his presence, but the young daughter of his would need him far more then she did. Afterall, she was now seventeen, she should be able to handle more things, right?
"I..." she trailed off, at Aimias's reminder of her father's words. It worried her far more, that as days passed, Emilia was finding it harder and harder to recall her father's laughter. It had been far too long even before his passing that Minas had much energy to do far more then just smile, and that realization was not at all comforting to the young brunette.
"I'll try." Emilia finally finished, flashing Aimias what she hoped was a convincing smile. Next to her, Labros yapped happily, tail wagging as his tongue smothered kisses over Emilia's calf. The brunette laughed, and bent down to embrace the black mastiff who looked far less imposing now that his tongue lolled out and his eyes sparkled as he stared at his mistress. Peering at Aimias at his offer, Emilia nodded, taking up the offer of Aimias's escort as she returned to her room. It was one of the... less confusing times over the last few weeks, as she focused on less daunting topics of chat on her way back to her room.