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Vangelis was not a man known for breaking his promises. In employing careful consideration whenever he made them - for he despised all forms of lies and deceit, or failed duties - Vangelis was able to ensure that only vows that he had ever ability and intention to keep ever left his lips. And several days ago, on an evening that had nearly ended his life and then turned it entirely upon its head, Vangelis had sworn that he would be settling all disputes between the royal Household and their supposedly loyal provincial families.
It didn't matter that shortly after such a promise, his insides had been attacked by a threat upon his very life, and his undead father had walked through the doors of the Dikastirio only moments later... it wasn't worth the interruption, nor the break in his vow to blame his failures upon the life-changing news he had had slapped in his face at a public event.
Refusing to hide within his private chamber or seek solace in the bosom of his family and the presence of his father whom he had never thought to see again, Vangelis had turned his emotions to a quiet corner of his mind - as was his habit - and looked towards his future.
As king, Vangelis had been starting to find his bearings and achieved a sense of confidence in his role by the time it was discovered that his father Tython was alive. Yet, initially, the test of playing monarch had been great indeed. And the relinquishing of that responsibility in life, far too easy a step to make. He settled back into his role of Crown Prince with all the easy that his sword hilt fit into the curves and dips of his calloused palm.
Since the chaos from that evening had simmered down, Vangelis had insisted upon two things; plans made to himself that would be completed before his father felt the need to go to war once more. One, he would attend regular meetings with his father, determined to learn more about the political side of being the ruler of a kingdom, rather than simply that of the military. And two, he would see all left-over business from his days as the Crown Prince seen to, so that they did not hang over the precipice of sovereignty like burdensome worries.
And so, here he was, standing outside the residential home in the Upper Levels that he knew the Valaoritis to be residing within during their sojourn in the capitol, ready to complete promises. The first to himself and the second to the thinly veiled threat he had made upon the Varonos family.
Descending from the back of Windrunner and - besides being abundantly tired - fully recovered from the attempt on his life, Vangelis was able to walk, with guardsmen in tow, to the front gates of the building and await the servants to unbar the passage and let him in.
He had not made an appointment, nor sent word on ahead that he would be arriving that day and time in particular. But then again, he had always found that it was better to catch one's enemy by surprise... No hunter every caught his prey by giving it advanced notice, after all.
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Vangelis was not a man known for breaking his promises. In employing careful consideration whenever he made them - for he despised all forms of lies and deceit, or failed duties - Vangelis was able to ensure that only vows that he had ever ability and intention to keep ever left his lips. And several days ago, on an evening that had nearly ended his life and then turned it entirely upon its head, Vangelis had sworn that he would be settling all disputes between the royal Household and their supposedly loyal provincial families.
It didn't matter that shortly after such a promise, his insides had been attacked by a threat upon his very life, and his undead father had walked through the doors of the Dikastirio only moments later... it wasn't worth the interruption, nor the break in his vow to blame his failures upon the life-changing news he had had slapped in his face at a public event.
Refusing to hide within his private chamber or seek solace in the bosom of his family and the presence of his father whom he had never thought to see again, Vangelis had turned his emotions to a quiet corner of his mind - as was his habit - and looked towards his future.
As king, Vangelis had been starting to find his bearings and achieved a sense of confidence in his role by the time it was discovered that his father Tython was alive. Yet, initially, the test of playing monarch had been great indeed. And the relinquishing of that responsibility in life, far too easy a step to make. He settled back into his role of Crown Prince with all the easy that his sword hilt fit into the curves and dips of his calloused palm.
Since the chaos from that evening had simmered down, Vangelis had insisted upon two things; plans made to himself that would be completed before his father felt the need to go to war once more. One, he would attend regular meetings with his father, determined to learn more about the political side of being the ruler of a kingdom, rather than simply that of the military. And two, he would see all left-over business from his days as the Crown Prince seen to, so that they did not hang over the precipice of sovereignty like burdensome worries.
And so, here he was, standing outside the residential home in the Upper Levels that he knew the Valaoritis to be residing within during their sojourn in the capitol, ready to complete promises. The first to himself and the second to the thinly veiled threat he had made upon the Varonos family.
Descending from the back of Windrunner and - besides being abundantly tired - fully recovered from the attempt on his life, Vangelis was able to walk, with guardsmen in tow, to the front gates of the building and await the servants to unbar the passage and let him in.
He had not made an appointment, nor sent word on ahead that he would be arriving that day and time in particular. But then again, he had always found that it was better to catch one's enemy by surprise... No hunter every caught his prey by giving it advanced notice, after all.
Vangelis was not a man known for breaking his promises. In employing careful consideration whenever he made them - for he despised all forms of lies and deceit, or failed duties - Vangelis was able to ensure that only vows that he had ever ability and intention to keep ever left his lips. And several days ago, on an evening that had nearly ended his life and then turned it entirely upon its head, Vangelis had sworn that he would be settling all disputes between the royal Household and their supposedly loyal provincial families.
It didn't matter that shortly after such a promise, his insides had been attacked by a threat upon his very life, and his undead father had walked through the doors of the Dikastirio only moments later... it wasn't worth the interruption, nor the break in his vow to blame his failures upon the life-changing news he had had slapped in his face at a public event.
Refusing to hide within his private chamber or seek solace in the bosom of his family and the presence of his father whom he had never thought to see again, Vangelis had turned his emotions to a quiet corner of his mind - as was his habit - and looked towards his future.
As king, Vangelis had been starting to find his bearings and achieved a sense of confidence in his role by the time it was discovered that his father Tython was alive. Yet, initially, the test of playing monarch had been great indeed. And the relinquishing of that responsibility in life, far too easy a step to make. He settled back into his role of Crown Prince with all the easy that his sword hilt fit into the curves and dips of his calloused palm.
Since the chaos from that evening had simmered down, Vangelis had insisted upon two things; plans made to himself that would be completed before his father felt the need to go to war once more. One, he would attend regular meetings with his father, determined to learn more about the political side of being the ruler of a kingdom, rather than simply that of the military. And two, he would see all left-over business from his days as the Crown Prince seen to, so that they did not hang over the precipice of sovereignty like burdensome worries.
And so, here he was, standing outside the residential home in the Upper Levels that he knew the Valaoritis to be residing within during their sojourn in the capitol, ready to complete promises. The first to himself and the second to the thinly veiled threat he had made upon the Varonos family.
Descending from the back of Windrunner and - besides being abundantly tired - fully recovered from the attempt on his life, Vangelis was able to walk, with guardsmen in tow, to the front gates of the building and await the servants to unbar the passage and let him in.
He had not made an appointment, nor sent word on ahead that he would be arriving that day and time in particular. But then again, he had always found that it was better to catch one's enemy by surprise... No hunter every caught his prey by giving it advanced notice, after all.
It would have been nice, if between all the drama at the dikastirio and the hellish rigamarole of his newly spent days, if Silanos had been able to forget about everything else that still hung over his head. But it was not to be. Since his - admittedly unplanned- confession to his cousin Iolanthe, it was actually proving hard for Sil to turn his thoughts in any other direction. Kept from his usual methods of distraction by the horrendously unpleasant military drills that now made up most of his days, the very fact that his brother had forced such misery on him was reminder enough that he had much to atone for.
The trouble was, the concept of atonement was rather new to Sil. And being sober or awake enough to keep his thoughts straight so as he might consider it was not an altogether common occurrence either.
Still confined to the four walls of his room when he was not being tortured by the good Captain Maleos, the Lord was trying to write a letter to the Lady Imeeya, but the words kept running together and he wasn’t entirely sure what he was trying to say. Sorry for accidentally giving you poppy, please don't tell anyone did not seem terribly eloquent, and nor was it something he was sure he should be putting down on paper. He’d written to Princess Asia already, had not signed or sealed it, but he hoped that she would understand. Lady Imeeya was another one to cross off the list, but he was tired enough that his mind kept jumbling the words, and after the third attempt he pushed the parchment away and gave up.
It wasn’t as if she’d been harmed at all, anyway.
Though Silanos really was quite keen that she keep the story to herself, a thing he was hoping might be more likely after she’d become the subject of whispers in court anyway. Cavorting with pirates and being intoxicated in public would perhaps be too much, even for Lady Imeeya to carry off with aplomb. He scrubbed a hand over his face and stood, debating trying his charms on the young maid again to see if she might break Timaeus’ no wine rule.
Opening the door to his chamber, where a guard who was not Daxos stood, Silanos looked momentarily taken aback. Though he supposed the man had to rest at some point. The young lord slanted a glance at the man who he vaguely recognised as another of his brother’s lackeys. “I’m going to the kitchen” he announced, giving the man no time to argue. If he wanted to trail after him like a puppy then so be it, but it wasn’t as if Sil could get into much trouble in his house now was it.
But as he went to step past the man, there was a sudden bustle of activity in the hallway, and the housekeeper and one of the footmen were hurrying past towards his brother’s Quarters. Sil raised a brow, reached out and caught a hold of the footman’s arm.
“What’s the hurry?” he asked, taking in the man’s slightly harried expression. The servant opened his mouth and looked after the housekeeper who had continued on, realising he was going to be left behind if he did not satisfy his lord’s curiosity. “The Crown Prince, my lord. At the gates” The moment Silanos dropped his arm, he scraped a bow and scampered after the housekeeper who was going to fetch the Baron.
Sil suddenly found his appetite for wine and the necessary flirtation with the kitchen girl had disappeared, and he felt nauseous. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Though he knew it was childish and most ineffective, he turned on his heel and went back into his room, closing the door with a resounding thud. Oh fuck.
He needed a moment to think, to gather himself, and as Silanos paced the confines of his room, he tried to soothe himself with the idea that it might be nothing to do with him. Maybe Prince Vangelis just wanted…
He couldn’t think of anything the Crown Prince might want with his brother. It was too soon after his words at the dikastirio, too soon after him finding out the Prince Vangelis knew about his kissing Princess Athansia. This was bad.Sil couldn’t help his gaze drifting toward the window, and escape. His feet might have even carried him a couple of paces in that direction. But he stopped. He didn't even want to imagine the world of trouble he’d be opening up if he skipped out now. Timaeus might even disinherit him. He’d threatened it before now.
And so Silanos decided he’d better run interference. He needed to speak to his brother before Vangelis did, at least ensure they could pretend to be a united front. Skittering out of his door at some speed then, he ran down towards his brother’s quarters, meeting him coming the other way. The younger Valaoritis skidded to a halt, that feeling of nausea back again.
“Tim..”
Silanos didn’t know how to say it now, how to confess the full extent of his foolishness under the threat of all it crashing down on their heads. He glanced at the servants that flanked his elder sibling, before swallowing and looking back to his brother. “..Tim I need to tell you something”.
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It would have been nice, if between all the drama at the dikastirio and the hellish rigamarole of his newly spent days, if Silanos had been able to forget about everything else that still hung over his head. But it was not to be. Since his - admittedly unplanned- confession to his cousin Iolanthe, it was actually proving hard for Sil to turn his thoughts in any other direction. Kept from his usual methods of distraction by the horrendously unpleasant military drills that now made up most of his days, the very fact that his brother had forced such misery on him was reminder enough that he had much to atone for.
The trouble was, the concept of atonement was rather new to Sil. And being sober or awake enough to keep his thoughts straight so as he might consider it was not an altogether common occurrence either.
Still confined to the four walls of his room when he was not being tortured by the good Captain Maleos, the Lord was trying to write a letter to the Lady Imeeya, but the words kept running together and he wasn’t entirely sure what he was trying to say. Sorry for accidentally giving you poppy, please don't tell anyone did not seem terribly eloquent, and nor was it something he was sure he should be putting down on paper. He’d written to Princess Asia already, had not signed or sealed it, but he hoped that she would understand. Lady Imeeya was another one to cross off the list, but he was tired enough that his mind kept jumbling the words, and after the third attempt he pushed the parchment away and gave up.
It wasn’t as if she’d been harmed at all, anyway.
Though Silanos really was quite keen that she keep the story to herself, a thing he was hoping might be more likely after she’d become the subject of whispers in court anyway. Cavorting with pirates and being intoxicated in public would perhaps be too much, even for Lady Imeeya to carry off with aplomb. He scrubbed a hand over his face and stood, debating trying his charms on the young maid again to see if she might break Timaeus’ no wine rule.
Opening the door to his chamber, where a guard who was not Daxos stood, Silanos looked momentarily taken aback. Though he supposed the man had to rest at some point. The young lord slanted a glance at the man who he vaguely recognised as another of his brother’s lackeys. “I’m going to the kitchen” he announced, giving the man no time to argue. If he wanted to trail after him like a puppy then so be it, but it wasn’t as if Sil could get into much trouble in his house now was it.
But as he went to step past the man, there was a sudden bustle of activity in the hallway, and the housekeeper and one of the footmen were hurrying past towards his brother’s Quarters. Sil raised a brow, reached out and caught a hold of the footman’s arm.
“What’s the hurry?” he asked, taking in the man’s slightly harried expression. The servant opened his mouth and looked after the housekeeper who had continued on, realising he was going to be left behind if he did not satisfy his lord’s curiosity. “The Crown Prince, my lord. At the gates” The moment Silanos dropped his arm, he scraped a bow and scampered after the housekeeper who was going to fetch the Baron.
Sil suddenly found his appetite for wine and the necessary flirtation with the kitchen girl had disappeared, and he felt nauseous. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Though he knew it was childish and most ineffective, he turned on his heel and went back into his room, closing the door with a resounding thud. Oh fuck.
He needed a moment to think, to gather himself, and as Silanos paced the confines of his room, he tried to soothe himself with the idea that it might be nothing to do with him. Maybe Prince Vangelis just wanted…
He couldn’t think of anything the Crown Prince might want with his brother. It was too soon after his words at the dikastirio, too soon after him finding out the Prince Vangelis knew about his kissing Princess Athansia. This was bad.Sil couldn’t help his gaze drifting toward the window, and escape. His feet might have even carried him a couple of paces in that direction. But he stopped. He didn't even want to imagine the world of trouble he’d be opening up if he skipped out now. Timaeus might even disinherit him. He’d threatened it before now.
And so Silanos decided he’d better run interference. He needed to speak to his brother before Vangelis did, at least ensure they could pretend to be a united front. Skittering out of his door at some speed then, he ran down towards his brother’s quarters, meeting him coming the other way. The younger Valaoritis skidded to a halt, that feeling of nausea back again.
“Tim..”
Silanos didn’t know how to say it now, how to confess the full extent of his foolishness under the threat of all it crashing down on their heads. He glanced at the servants that flanked his elder sibling, before swallowing and looking back to his brother. “..Tim I need to tell you something”.
It would have been nice, if between all the drama at the dikastirio and the hellish rigamarole of his newly spent days, if Silanos had been able to forget about everything else that still hung over his head. But it was not to be. Since his - admittedly unplanned- confession to his cousin Iolanthe, it was actually proving hard for Sil to turn his thoughts in any other direction. Kept from his usual methods of distraction by the horrendously unpleasant military drills that now made up most of his days, the very fact that his brother had forced such misery on him was reminder enough that he had much to atone for.
The trouble was, the concept of atonement was rather new to Sil. And being sober or awake enough to keep his thoughts straight so as he might consider it was not an altogether common occurrence either.
Still confined to the four walls of his room when he was not being tortured by the good Captain Maleos, the Lord was trying to write a letter to the Lady Imeeya, but the words kept running together and he wasn’t entirely sure what he was trying to say. Sorry for accidentally giving you poppy, please don't tell anyone did not seem terribly eloquent, and nor was it something he was sure he should be putting down on paper. He’d written to Princess Asia already, had not signed or sealed it, but he hoped that she would understand. Lady Imeeya was another one to cross off the list, but he was tired enough that his mind kept jumbling the words, and after the third attempt he pushed the parchment away and gave up.
It wasn’t as if she’d been harmed at all, anyway.
Though Silanos really was quite keen that she keep the story to herself, a thing he was hoping might be more likely after she’d become the subject of whispers in court anyway. Cavorting with pirates and being intoxicated in public would perhaps be too much, even for Lady Imeeya to carry off with aplomb. He scrubbed a hand over his face and stood, debating trying his charms on the young maid again to see if she might break Timaeus’ no wine rule.
Opening the door to his chamber, where a guard who was not Daxos stood, Silanos looked momentarily taken aback. Though he supposed the man had to rest at some point. The young lord slanted a glance at the man who he vaguely recognised as another of his brother’s lackeys. “I’m going to the kitchen” he announced, giving the man no time to argue. If he wanted to trail after him like a puppy then so be it, but it wasn’t as if Sil could get into much trouble in his house now was it.
But as he went to step past the man, there was a sudden bustle of activity in the hallway, and the housekeeper and one of the footmen were hurrying past towards his brother’s Quarters. Sil raised a brow, reached out and caught a hold of the footman’s arm.
“What’s the hurry?” he asked, taking in the man’s slightly harried expression. The servant opened his mouth and looked after the housekeeper who had continued on, realising he was going to be left behind if he did not satisfy his lord’s curiosity. “The Crown Prince, my lord. At the gates” The moment Silanos dropped his arm, he scraped a bow and scampered after the housekeeper who was going to fetch the Baron.
Sil suddenly found his appetite for wine and the necessary flirtation with the kitchen girl had disappeared, and he felt nauseous. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Though he knew it was childish and most ineffective, he turned on his heel and went back into his room, closing the door with a resounding thud. Oh fuck.
He needed a moment to think, to gather himself, and as Silanos paced the confines of his room, he tried to soothe himself with the idea that it might be nothing to do with him. Maybe Prince Vangelis just wanted…
He couldn’t think of anything the Crown Prince might want with his brother. It was too soon after his words at the dikastirio, too soon after him finding out the Prince Vangelis knew about his kissing Princess Athansia. This was bad.Sil couldn’t help his gaze drifting toward the window, and escape. His feet might have even carried him a couple of paces in that direction. But he stopped. He didn't even want to imagine the world of trouble he’d be opening up if he skipped out now. Timaeus might even disinherit him. He’d threatened it before now.
And so Silanos decided he’d better run interference. He needed to speak to his brother before Vangelis did, at least ensure they could pretend to be a united front. Skittering out of his door at some speed then, he ran down towards his brother’s quarters, meeting him coming the other way. The younger Valaoritis skidded to a halt, that feeling of nausea back again.
“Tim..”
Silanos didn’t know how to say it now, how to confess the full extent of his foolishness under the threat of all it crashing down on their heads. He glanced at the servants that flanked his elder sibling, before swallowing and looking back to his brother. “..Tim I need to tell you something”.
In the hours before the Valaoritis’ dreaded guest came knocking upon their front door, Timaeus had hope that this day was going to be a pleasant one. There had been nothing to suggest that it wouldn’t, after all. Colchis had been brought back to rights and the drama that had unfolded at the dikastiro had luckily passed over his family. He had nothing to worry about, save for the vague threats in Vangelis’s speech, but Timaeus couldn’t see the prince dealing with these so-called questions of loyalty so soon. Not after his father came back from the dead. The Gods only knew how Timaeus wouldn’t be able to part from Amaxius’s side without prying him off if his father came back to life. He just couldn’t fathom a son doing anything else.
His morning was marked by this false sense of security as Timaeus rushed through the boring list of tasks he had accumulated for the day. Normally the baron would take more time to carefully read over these reports from the province and ensure that no mistakes were being made, but he didn’t believe he had time for such a thing this morning. Not when he had plans to meet with a certain someone that afternoon. He needed to get everything done early so he would have no distractions when it came time to finally see her again.
Timaeus couldn’t get the Leventi woman out of his head. She was like a plague upon his mind and heart, commanding his attention away from everything that didn’t directly pertain to her. (Not that he was complaining, though. The girl’s beautiful visage was a more than a welcome distraction from the boring number sorting that came with his job.) Who could blame him though? After all, she was Nana of Leventi; the fourth daughter of Georgios and Evelli Leventi and one of the five most beautiful women on earth -- if the rumors were to be believed. Timaeus did not doubt them. Not after laying eyes on two of them and finding himself in this sorry, smitten state after spending an evening with the younger one. He couldn’t deny her allure and neither could she ignore his, apparently, as the pair had agreed to meet once again that afternoon.
He was honestly shocked that she had agreed to such a thing, given the fact that she was a fabled Leventi daughter and he was just another Kotas Baron. Timaeus knew that he was way out of his league with her as even though he held a noble status, he most certainly did not have the wealth or prestige to match the men that her sisters had found themselves matched to. Princes and kings, from what he had heard. He didn’t stand a chance, he couldn’t even compare to the likes of them… and yet, she sought out his attention all the same. Honestly, Timaeus didn’t know what good he had done to deserve such a blessing from the gods, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let a chance like this go.
That much was clear by the plans he had made for the day. A trip around the market to show her what his country had to offer in terms of goods, before making their way to a quiet cove he knew of. There, the two of them would enjoy the meal that they had missed out on at that dreadful feast, allowing them to start over without the marring of that dreadful night. He didn’t know if it would be enough to charm the girl, but when he had confided his plans to a serving girl, wanting any sort of feedback on what he planned to do, she had reassured him that it would be enough to woo the blonde bombshell enough to allow them to continue playing this cat and mouse game they were so fond of.
This was all that he was focused on, the entirety of what he was worried about when the crown prince arrived at the gates. Instead of formulating alibis or conjuring up evidence of Timaeus’s loyalty, he was instead taken with stilling his own heartbeat and butterflies in his cheat as he tried to push through the last few things he had to do before he could ride out for the Leventi manor.
That, of course, was shot to pieces when the flurry of activity unleashed upon the household descended upon him. With little warning, his bedroom door was flung open and a litany of advisors and servants flooded into his private chamber, all flustered and panic from the news they bore. Oblivious to this, of course, Timaeus was irate that not only had been disturbed in his own bedchamber, something that he had made known when he snapped at them, “ Was I not clear in my instructions that I was not to be disturbed? Or have you all suddenly gone deaf?”
His eyes flashed angrily at them all, warning them that there had better be a good reason for this commotion. The housekeeper was the one who was brave enough to correct the Baron, though with none of the confidence one might hope would be present in such pressing circumstances, “ My Lord. The Crown Prince, he’s at the gates.”
Instantly all the color drained from Timaeus’s face at this news. This was the last thing he had been expecting to hear. For a moment, the Baron didn’t even know how to react, stuttering over his words as his mind processed this news, “ He’s here? Now?.. But...” Luckily, though, the nervous faces of his staff staring at him, looking at him for some sort of guidance was enough to pull him out of the fearful stupor, but did nothing to stop the eardrum-shattering beating of his heart. That moment of fear was enough to confirm to those present they were right to fear this news. Timaeus couldn’t let that stand. Not when there was so much to do and not enough time to do it in.
Rising from the chaise he had been reclining on, Timaeus wasted no time, launching into split-second decisions that he could only pray were the right ones. “ You,” He said starting with the housekeeper, “ Prepare the formal meeting room. Immediately. Make it as spotless as you can.” With a simple nod, the housekeeper hurried out of the space, practically running to the space that Timaeus would be expected to entertain his guest in. Before they were even gone, Timaeus turned to the others, barking out as many orders as he could in the few moments that they had, “ Rouse Lord Silanos, make him presentable. Hold him down if you must. I don’t care about your methods, just get it done!” He’d say to one person before turning to another, “Stall him. Any way that you can. If you can’t, keep him in the foyer.” He truly doubted that the footman being sent off on this task would have any success, but even a few extra moments to prepare would be precious to them.
He was ready to dismiss the whole lot of them, but there was something nagging him… Nana. The arrival of Vangelis meant that their plans for the evening had been ruined. She would need to be informed as well. Timaeus knew full well that this was probably the last thing he should be focused on, but he knew he would never be able to focus on the Crown Prince if this was lurking in the back of his mind. So, with little thought to how this was not spending his time wisely, Timaeus quickly grabbed a blank piece of parchment and scrawled a note to the girl, informing her that their original plan had, in not so eloquent terms, gone to shit and they would have to head out that evening instead. This was then passed off to a servant in the room with the sharp instruction, “ Take that to Nana of Leventi. If she responds, bring it to me the moment the prince is gone.”
With that, there was nothing else to do in his room as he was already long ready for what was supposed to amount to a pleasant date. Despite the nervousness and slight twinge of fear present in his expression, his dark green chiton, adorned with golden detailing was certainly suitable enough to meet with the prince, though it certainly wasn’t ideal… it would do. There was no time to change anyhow. Timaeus quickly made his way into the hall and headed towards the foyer to greet the unexpected guest. The rest of the servants who were in the room fell in line behind him, ready to head off on whatever last-minute orders the Baron might give.
Before he had even made it to the corner, his younger brother came barrelling towards him, shouting the Baron’s name. Turning quickly to the boy, he could see the same terror he felt reflected in the eyes of the boy who had the most to fear from this surprise appearance. He wasn’t nearly as well put together as Timaeus was and it certainly showed. The boy should be in his chamber changing, preparing for whatever questions that the Prince might have. Not standing here, prattling on about needing to talk with him.
He scowled at the boy, wasting time that they didn’t have. “ That Vang is here? I am more than aware, brother.” He said, determined to brush the man-child off so that at least one Valaoritis would be present in the foyer when Vang would be welcomed inside, but something in his brother’s expression told him that there was something bigger on the boy’s mind. Not wanting to waste another moment and knowing full well that Sil was not going to let it go, Timaeus quickly waved away the rest of the staff and put one arm around his brother, practically dragging him down the hall at such a hurried pace. All done to make sure that they were out of earshot of the staff.
“ Spit it out. Quickly.” Timaeus said once he released the boy, nervously gazing up and down the hall to make sure that no one was listening. “ We have a minute. If that-- What is it?” He said in a hurried and clearly annoyed tone. This was not the time for Silanos to fool around. They didn’t have the time to waste on such stupidity, but what Tim didn’t know was that what Silanos was about to admit would turn the whole meeting with Vang on its head as Timaeus was the only one in the dark as to why the prince was really here.
And he honestly thought that this day couldn’t get any worse.
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In the hours before the Valaoritis’ dreaded guest came knocking upon their front door, Timaeus had hope that this day was going to be a pleasant one. There had been nothing to suggest that it wouldn’t, after all. Colchis had been brought back to rights and the drama that had unfolded at the dikastiro had luckily passed over his family. He had nothing to worry about, save for the vague threats in Vangelis’s speech, but Timaeus couldn’t see the prince dealing with these so-called questions of loyalty so soon. Not after his father came back from the dead. The Gods only knew how Timaeus wouldn’t be able to part from Amaxius’s side without prying him off if his father came back to life. He just couldn’t fathom a son doing anything else.
His morning was marked by this false sense of security as Timaeus rushed through the boring list of tasks he had accumulated for the day. Normally the baron would take more time to carefully read over these reports from the province and ensure that no mistakes were being made, but he didn’t believe he had time for such a thing this morning. Not when he had plans to meet with a certain someone that afternoon. He needed to get everything done early so he would have no distractions when it came time to finally see her again.
Timaeus couldn’t get the Leventi woman out of his head. She was like a plague upon his mind and heart, commanding his attention away from everything that didn’t directly pertain to her. (Not that he was complaining, though. The girl’s beautiful visage was a more than a welcome distraction from the boring number sorting that came with his job.) Who could blame him though? After all, she was Nana of Leventi; the fourth daughter of Georgios and Evelli Leventi and one of the five most beautiful women on earth -- if the rumors were to be believed. Timaeus did not doubt them. Not after laying eyes on two of them and finding himself in this sorry, smitten state after spending an evening with the younger one. He couldn’t deny her allure and neither could she ignore his, apparently, as the pair had agreed to meet once again that afternoon.
He was honestly shocked that she had agreed to such a thing, given the fact that she was a fabled Leventi daughter and he was just another Kotas Baron. Timaeus knew that he was way out of his league with her as even though he held a noble status, he most certainly did not have the wealth or prestige to match the men that her sisters had found themselves matched to. Princes and kings, from what he had heard. He didn’t stand a chance, he couldn’t even compare to the likes of them… and yet, she sought out his attention all the same. Honestly, Timaeus didn’t know what good he had done to deserve such a blessing from the gods, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let a chance like this go.
That much was clear by the plans he had made for the day. A trip around the market to show her what his country had to offer in terms of goods, before making their way to a quiet cove he knew of. There, the two of them would enjoy the meal that they had missed out on at that dreadful feast, allowing them to start over without the marring of that dreadful night. He didn’t know if it would be enough to charm the girl, but when he had confided his plans to a serving girl, wanting any sort of feedback on what he planned to do, she had reassured him that it would be enough to woo the blonde bombshell enough to allow them to continue playing this cat and mouse game they were so fond of.
This was all that he was focused on, the entirety of what he was worried about when the crown prince arrived at the gates. Instead of formulating alibis or conjuring up evidence of Timaeus’s loyalty, he was instead taken with stilling his own heartbeat and butterflies in his cheat as he tried to push through the last few things he had to do before he could ride out for the Leventi manor.
That, of course, was shot to pieces when the flurry of activity unleashed upon the household descended upon him. With little warning, his bedroom door was flung open and a litany of advisors and servants flooded into his private chamber, all flustered and panic from the news they bore. Oblivious to this, of course, Timaeus was irate that not only had been disturbed in his own bedchamber, something that he had made known when he snapped at them, “ Was I not clear in my instructions that I was not to be disturbed? Or have you all suddenly gone deaf?”
His eyes flashed angrily at them all, warning them that there had better be a good reason for this commotion. The housekeeper was the one who was brave enough to correct the Baron, though with none of the confidence one might hope would be present in such pressing circumstances, “ My Lord. The Crown Prince, he’s at the gates.”
Instantly all the color drained from Timaeus’s face at this news. This was the last thing he had been expecting to hear. For a moment, the Baron didn’t even know how to react, stuttering over his words as his mind processed this news, “ He’s here? Now?.. But...” Luckily, though, the nervous faces of his staff staring at him, looking at him for some sort of guidance was enough to pull him out of the fearful stupor, but did nothing to stop the eardrum-shattering beating of his heart. That moment of fear was enough to confirm to those present they were right to fear this news. Timaeus couldn’t let that stand. Not when there was so much to do and not enough time to do it in.
Rising from the chaise he had been reclining on, Timaeus wasted no time, launching into split-second decisions that he could only pray were the right ones. “ You,” He said starting with the housekeeper, “ Prepare the formal meeting room. Immediately. Make it as spotless as you can.” With a simple nod, the housekeeper hurried out of the space, practically running to the space that Timaeus would be expected to entertain his guest in. Before they were even gone, Timaeus turned to the others, barking out as many orders as he could in the few moments that they had, “ Rouse Lord Silanos, make him presentable. Hold him down if you must. I don’t care about your methods, just get it done!” He’d say to one person before turning to another, “Stall him. Any way that you can. If you can’t, keep him in the foyer.” He truly doubted that the footman being sent off on this task would have any success, but even a few extra moments to prepare would be precious to them.
He was ready to dismiss the whole lot of them, but there was something nagging him… Nana. The arrival of Vangelis meant that their plans for the evening had been ruined. She would need to be informed as well. Timaeus knew full well that this was probably the last thing he should be focused on, but he knew he would never be able to focus on the Crown Prince if this was lurking in the back of his mind. So, with little thought to how this was not spending his time wisely, Timaeus quickly grabbed a blank piece of parchment and scrawled a note to the girl, informing her that their original plan had, in not so eloquent terms, gone to shit and they would have to head out that evening instead. This was then passed off to a servant in the room with the sharp instruction, “ Take that to Nana of Leventi. If she responds, bring it to me the moment the prince is gone.”
With that, there was nothing else to do in his room as he was already long ready for what was supposed to amount to a pleasant date. Despite the nervousness and slight twinge of fear present in his expression, his dark green chiton, adorned with golden detailing was certainly suitable enough to meet with the prince, though it certainly wasn’t ideal… it would do. There was no time to change anyhow. Timaeus quickly made his way into the hall and headed towards the foyer to greet the unexpected guest. The rest of the servants who were in the room fell in line behind him, ready to head off on whatever last-minute orders the Baron might give.
Before he had even made it to the corner, his younger brother came barrelling towards him, shouting the Baron’s name. Turning quickly to the boy, he could see the same terror he felt reflected in the eyes of the boy who had the most to fear from this surprise appearance. He wasn’t nearly as well put together as Timaeus was and it certainly showed. The boy should be in his chamber changing, preparing for whatever questions that the Prince might have. Not standing here, prattling on about needing to talk with him.
He scowled at the boy, wasting time that they didn’t have. “ That Vang is here? I am more than aware, brother.” He said, determined to brush the man-child off so that at least one Valaoritis would be present in the foyer when Vang would be welcomed inside, but something in his brother’s expression told him that there was something bigger on the boy’s mind. Not wanting to waste another moment and knowing full well that Sil was not going to let it go, Timaeus quickly waved away the rest of the staff and put one arm around his brother, practically dragging him down the hall at such a hurried pace. All done to make sure that they were out of earshot of the staff.
“ Spit it out. Quickly.” Timaeus said once he released the boy, nervously gazing up and down the hall to make sure that no one was listening. “ We have a minute. If that-- What is it?” He said in a hurried and clearly annoyed tone. This was not the time for Silanos to fool around. They didn’t have the time to waste on such stupidity, but what Tim didn’t know was that what Silanos was about to admit would turn the whole meeting with Vang on its head as Timaeus was the only one in the dark as to why the prince was really here.
And he honestly thought that this day couldn’t get any worse.
In the hours before the Valaoritis’ dreaded guest came knocking upon their front door, Timaeus had hope that this day was going to be a pleasant one. There had been nothing to suggest that it wouldn’t, after all. Colchis had been brought back to rights and the drama that had unfolded at the dikastiro had luckily passed over his family. He had nothing to worry about, save for the vague threats in Vangelis’s speech, but Timaeus couldn’t see the prince dealing with these so-called questions of loyalty so soon. Not after his father came back from the dead. The Gods only knew how Timaeus wouldn’t be able to part from Amaxius’s side without prying him off if his father came back to life. He just couldn’t fathom a son doing anything else.
His morning was marked by this false sense of security as Timaeus rushed through the boring list of tasks he had accumulated for the day. Normally the baron would take more time to carefully read over these reports from the province and ensure that no mistakes were being made, but he didn’t believe he had time for such a thing this morning. Not when he had plans to meet with a certain someone that afternoon. He needed to get everything done early so he would have no distractions when it came time to finally see her again.
Timaeus couldn’t get the Leventi woman out of his head. She was like a plague upon his mind and heart, commanding his attention away from everything that didn’t directly pertain to her. (Not that he was complaining, though. The girl’s beautiful visage was a more than a welcome distraction from the boring number sorting that came with his job.) Who could blame him though? After all, she was Nana of Leventi; the fourth daughter of Georgios and Evelli Leventi and one of the five most beautiful women on earth -- if the rumors were to be believed. Timaeus did not doubt them. Not after laying eyes on two of them and finding himself in this sorry, smitten state after spending an evening with the younger one. He couldn’t deny her allure and neither could she ignore his, apparently, as the pair had agreed to meet once again that afternoon.
He was honestly shocked that she had agreed to such a thing, given the fact that she was a fabled Leventi daughter and he was just another Kotas Baron. Timaeus knew that he was way out of his league with her as even though he held a noble status, he most certainly did not have the wealth or prestige to match the men that her sisters had found themselves matched to. Princes and kings, from what he had heard. He didn’t stand a chance, he couldn’t even compare to the likes of them… and yet, she sought out his attention all the same. Honestly, Timaeus didn’t know what good he had done to deserve such a blessing from the gods, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let a chance like this go.
That much was clear by the plans he had made for the day. A trip around the market to show her what his country had to offer in terms of goods, before making their way to a quiet cove he knew of. There, the two of them would enjoy the meal that they had missed out on at that dreadful feast, allowing them to start over without the marring of that dreadful night. He didn’t know if it would be enough to charm the girl, but when he had confided his plans to a serving girl, wanting any sort of feedback on what he planned to do, she had reassured him that it would be enough to woo the blonde bombshell enough to allow them to continue playing this cat and mouse game they were so fond of.
This was all that he was focused on, the entirety of what he was worried about when the crown prince arrived at the gates. Instead of formulating alibis or conjuring up evidence of Timaeus’s loyalty, he was instead taken with stilling his own heartbeat and butterflies in his cheat as he tried to push through the last few things he had to do before he could ride out for the Leventi manor.
That, of course, was shot to pieces when the flurry of activity unleashed upon the household descended upon him. With little warning, his bedroom door was flung open and a litany of advisors and servants flooded into his private chamber, all flustered and panic from the news they bore. Oblivious to this, of course, Timaeus was irate that not only had been disturbed in his own bedchamber, something that he had made known when he snapped at them, “ Was I not clear in my instructions that I was not to be disturbed? Or have you all suddenly gone deaf?”
His eyes flashed angrily at them all, warning them that there had better be a good reason for this commotion. The housekeeper was the one who was brave enough to correct the Baron, though with none of the confidence one might hope would be present in such pressing circumstances, “ My Lord. The Crown Prince, he’s at the gates.”
Instantly all the color drained from Timaeus’s face at this news. This was the last thing he had been expecting to hear. For a moment, the Baron didn’t even know how to react, stuttering over his words as his mind processed this news, “ He’s here? Now?.. But...” Luckily, though, the nervous faces of his staff staring at him, looking at him for some sort of guidance was enough to pull him out of the fearful stupor, but did nothing to stop the eardrum-shattering beating of his heart. That moment of fear was enough to confirm to those present they were right to fear this news. Timaeus couldn’t let that stand. Not when there was so much to do and not enough time to do it in.
Rising from the chaise he had been reclining on, Timaeus wasted no time, launching into split-second decisions that he could only pray were the right ones. “ You,” He said starting with the housekeeper, “ Prepare the formal meeting room. Immediately. Make it as spotless as you can.” With a simple nod, the housekeeper hurried out of the space, practically running to the space that Timaeus would be expected to entertain his guest in. Before they were even gone, Timaeus turned to the others, barking out as many orders as he could in the few moments that they had, “ Rouse Lord Silanos, make him presentable. Hold him down if you must. I don’t care about your methods, just get it done!” He’d say to one person before turning to another, “Stall him. Any way that you can. If you can’t, keep him in the foyer.” He truly doubted that the footman being sent off on this task would have any success, but even a few extra moments to prepare would be precious to them.
He was ready to dismiss the whole lot of them, but there was something nagging him… Nana. The arrival of Vangelis meant that their plans for the evening had been ruined. She would need to be informed as well. Timaeus knew full well that this was probably the last thing he should be focused on, but he knew he would never be able to focus on the Crown Prince if this was lurking in the back of his mind. So, with little thought to how this was not spending his time wisely, Timaeus quickly grabbed a blank piece of parchment and scrawled a note to the girl, informing her that their original plan had, in not so eloquent terms, gone to shit and they would have to head out that evening instead. This was then passed off to a servant in the room with the sharp instruction, “ Take that to Nana of Leventi. If she responds, bring it to me the moment the prince is gone.”
With that, there was nothing else to do in his room as he was already long ready for what was supposed to amount to a pleasant date. Despite the nervousness and slight twinge of fear present in his expression, his dark green chiton, adorned with golden detailing was certainly suitable enough to meet with the prince, though it certainly wasn’t ideal… it would do. There was no time to change anyhow. Timaeus quickly made his way into the hall and headed towards the foyer to greet the unexpected guest. The rest of the servants who were in the room fell in line behind him, ready to head off on whatever last-minute orders the Baron might give.
Before he had even made it to the corner, his younger brother came barrelling towards him, shouting the Baron’s name. Turning quickly to the boy, he could see the same terror he felt reflected in the eyes of the boy who had the most to fear from this surprise appearance. He wasn’t nearly as well put together as Timaeus was and it certainly showed. The boy should be in his chamber changing, preparing for whatever questions that the Prince might have. Not standing here, prattling on about needing to talk with him.
He scowled at the boy, wasting time that they didn’t have. “ That Vang is here? I am more than aware, brother.” He said, determined to brush the man-child off so that at least one Valaoritis would be present in the foyer when Vang would be welcomed inside, but something in his brother’s expression told him that there was something bigger on the boy’s mind. Not wanting to waste another moment and knowing full well that Sil was not going to let it go, Timaeus quickly waved away the rest of the staff and put one arm around his brother, practically dragging him down the hall at such a hurried pace. All done to make sure that they were out of earshot of the staff.
“ Spit it out. Quickly.” Timaeus said once he released the boy, nervously gazing up and down the hall to make sure that no one was listening. “ We have a minute. If that-- What is it?” He said in a hurried and clearly annoyed tone. This was not the time for Silanos to fool around. They didn’t have the time to waste on such stupidity, but what Tim didn’t know was that what Silanos was about to admit would turn the whole meeting with Vang on its head as Timaeus was the only one in the dark as to why the prince was really here.
And he honestly thought that this day couldn’t get any worse.
He should have said something before. He should have told Timaeus. His brother wasn’t going to thank him for dropping this on him when the Crown Prince was quite literally, on their doorstep, and Silanos took in his older sibling’s already agitated state he almost lost his nerve altogether. “ No it’s not that. I….” He trailed off, thinking that perhaps he had left it too late.
But Tim knew him too well and before Sil could change his mind, he was being hustled away from the servants, down the hallway but no further from the fate that awaited him. Sil wondered if Tim could feel the panicked hammering of his heart. He was, belatedly, genuinely afraid of revealing this new misdemeanour, in the same way that he belatedly regretted it when the sun had risen the next morning and Helios had shone his unforgiving light upon things once more.
Silanos could not explain why he did these things, why in the moment he was so able to cast aside all the things he knew that would flag such an action as a terrible idea.
Ok well maybe that was not entirely true. Maybe he knew that some of it could be apportioned to too much wine and not enough sleep but such excuses would not save him with his brother bod with the Stone Prince. Silanos’ conviction wavered even in the face of Timaeus’ demand for an explanation, the younger man entirely unable to hold his brother’s gaze, twisting half away from the Baron as he considered just not saying anything more.
But the reality of it was unthinkable. If Prince Vangelis were to mention it and Timaeus was caught in the dark then what if he tried to defend his brother? It would just serve to make Tim look a fool who wasn’t in control of his own household. Despite their differences, Silanos didnt want that.
“Forgive me brother…“
Fuck! He didn’t know how to make the words cone past the knot in his throat and Sil’s hand came up briefly to cover his eyes as if he might block all of this out. They had no time.
“I..” Suddenly confessing his sins to Timaeus made his stupidity real in a way it hadn’t been before and Sil cringed as he went on, as if he were hearing himself from afar.
“..the Princess Athanasia” Just saying her name seemed a great effort for the younger Valaoritis, who still wasn’t looking at Timaeus but instead at his fingers where they twisted the leather end of his belt. Nervously. Sil was nervous which never bode well.
“I overstepped some boundaries- we were friends I think,and I kissed her. And Vangelis knows Timaeus. He knows that I kissed her and he’s probably about to bring it up and I wanted you to know before he does so we can at least pretend that..that..”
Sil seemed to run out of words there, searching for the usual nonchalance that usually served as his buffer to his own sins. He couldn’t find it and anxiety skyrocketed instead.
“....I just wanted to tell you before you speak to Prince Vangelis” he finished, wishing Hades would just come and claim him already. Coiled tight like a spring, he waited for the inevitable wrath of his brother to spill, knowing that Timaeus could not would not keep the prince waiting. Perhaps it would be a quick and merciful death at least.
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He should have said something before. He should have told Timaeus. His brother wasn’t going to thank him for dropping this on him when the Crown Prince was quite literally, on their doorstep, and Silanos took in his older sibling’s already agitated state he almost lost his nerve altogether. “ No it’s not that. I….” He trailed off, thinking that perhaps he had left it too late.
But Tim knew him too well and before Sil could change his mind, he was being hustled away from the servants, down the hallway but no further from the fate that awaited him. Sil wondered if Tim could feel the panicked hammering of his heart. He was, belatedly, genuinely afraid of revealing this new misdemeanour, in the same way that he belatedly regretted it when the sun had risen the next morning and Helios had shone his unforgiving light upon things once more.
Silanos could not explain why he did these things, why in the moment he was so able to cast aside all the things he knew that would flag such an action as a terrible idea.
Ok well maybe that was not entirely true. Maybe he knew that some of it could be apportioned to too much wine and not enough sleep but such excuses would not save him with his brother bod with the Stone Prince. Silanos’ conviction wavered even in the face of Timaeus’ demand for an explanation, the younger man entirely unable to hold his brother’s gaze, twisting half away from the Baron as he considered just not saying anything more.
But the reality of it was unthinkable. If Prince Vangelis were to mention it and Timaeus was caught in the dark then what if he tried to defend his brother? It would just serve to make Tim look a fool who wasn’t in control of his own household. Despite their differences, Silanos didnt want that.
“Forgive me brother…“
Fuck! He didn’t know how to make the words cone past the knot in his throat and Sil’s hand came up briefly to cover his eyes as if he might block all of this out. They had no time.
“I..” Suddenly confessing his sins to Timaeus made his stupidity real in a way it hadn’t been before and Sil cringed as he went on, as if he were hearing himself from afar.
“..the Princess Athanasia” Just saying her name seemed a great effort for the younger Valaoritis, who still wasn’t looking at Timaeus but instead at his fingers where they twisted the leather end of his belt. Nervously. Sil was nervous which never bode well.
“I overstepped some boundaries- we were friends I think,and I kissed her. And Vangelis knows Timaeus. He knows that I kissed her and he’s probably about to bring it up and I wanted you to know before he does so we can at least pretend that..that..”
Sil seemed to run out of words there, searching for the usual nonchalance that usually served as his buffer to his own sins. He couldn’t find it and anxiety skyrocketed instead.
“....I just wanted to tell you before you speak to Prince Vangelis” he finished, wishing Hades would just come and claim him already. Coiled tight like a spring, he waited for the inevitable wrath of his brother to spill, knowing that Timaeus could not would not keep the prince waiting. Perhaps it would be a quick and merciful death at least.
He should have said something before. He should have told Timaeus. His brother wasn’t going to thank him for dropping this on him when the Crown Prince was quite literally, on their doorstep, and Silanos took in his older sibling’s already agitated state he almost lost his nerve altogether. “ No it’s not that. I….” He trailed off, thinking that perhaps he had left it too late.
But Tim knew him too well and before Sil could change his mind, he was being hustled away from the servants, down the hallway but no further from the fate that awaited him. Sil wondered if Tim could feel the panicked hammering of his heart. He was, belatedly, genuinely afraid of revealing this new misdemeanour, in the same way that he belatedly regretted it when the sun had risen the next morning and Helios had shone his unforgiving light upon things once more.
Silanos could not explain why he did these things, why in the moment he was so able to cast aside all the things he knew that would flag such an action as a terrible idea.
Ok well maybe that was not entirely true. Maybe he knew that some of it could be apportioned to too much wine and not enough sleep but such excuses would not save him with his brother bod with the Stone Prince. Silanos’ conviction wavered even in the face of Timaeus’ demand for an explanation, the younger man entirely unable to hold his brother’s gaze, twisting half away from the Baron as he considered just not saying anything more.
But the reality of it was unthinkable. If Prince Vangelis were to mention it and Timaeus was caught in the dark then what if he tried to defend his brother? It would just serve to make Tim look a fool who wasn’t in control of his own household. Despite their differences, Silanos didnt want that.
“Forgive me brother…“
Fuck! He didn’t know how to make the words cone past the knot in his throat and Sil’s hand came up briefly to cover his eyes as if he might block all of this out. They had no time.
“I..” Suddenly confessing his sins to Timaeus made his stupidity real in a way it hadn’t been before and Sil cringed as he went on, as if he were hearing himself from afar.
“..the Princess Athanasia” Just saying her name seemed a great effort for the younger Valaoritis, who still wasn’t looking at Timaeus but instead at his fingers where they twisted the leather end of his belt. Nervously. Sil was nervous which never bode well.
“I overstepped some boundaries- we were friends I think,and I kissed her. And Vangelis knows Timaeus. He knows that I kissed her and he’s probably about to bring it up and I wanted you to know before he does so we can at least pretend that..that..”
Sil seemed to run out of words there, searching for the usual nonchalance that usually served as his buffer to his own sins. He couldn’t find it and anxiety skyrocketed instead.
“....I just wanted to tell you before you speak to Prince Vangelis” he finished, wishing Hades would just come and claim him already. Coiled tight like a spring, he waited for the inevitable wrath of his brother to spill, knowing that Timaeus could not would not keep the prince waiting. Perhaps it would be a quick and merciful death at least.
Out of all of the things that Silanos could have had said, Timaeus was almost certainly not expecting this.
“ You what?” Timaeus lowly growled as an uncontrollable fury burned bright in his eyes. His expression was tense as his fists balled up at his sides, making it clear to Silanos that if there hadn’t been an audience, Silanos would find himself shoved up a wall, feet dangling off the floor as Timaeus screamed in his face. Or maybe he’d be curled up on the ground, spitting out whatever teeth Timaeus would have taken with a killer right hook. Perhaps his rage was so great that he’d bypass any sort of physical punishment --as it clearly did not work on the boy-- and just strangle him there in the hall. That would certainly save Vangelis the trouble. All Timaeus would have to do was present the prince thirsty for vengeance the still corpse of his brother. That scenario seemed to be the most likely as Silanos was a dead man.
Timaeus was ready to kill his own brother right then and there.
His own brother.
Then again, how was he supposed to react to such a bombshell dropped five minutes before the Valaoritis brothers would be thrown into the lion’s den? Timaeus could not believe that Silanos had the audacity to kiss Princess Asia and then do nothing when he knew that Vangelis was aware of not only this kiss but the one with Princess Evras as well. It was almost as if Silanos wanted to kill himself and drag the house down with him. Surely, the brat could see that this was the only way that this was gonna end. Sil’s head would be on a pike and the rest of them would be cast out like the Alistaires just a few years prior.
It would take a miracle to save the brothers now.
“ And when did you intend to inform me of this brother” His tone was just as terrifying as before, but the emphasis on their relation hinted at how Tim was quite frankly at the end of his rope with the stupid boy’s antics. “ Did you think it was just going to go away Silanos? Hmm? That if I never knew, that you would never have to face the consequences?”
The rage boiling within Timaeus reached its apex then and the brother reached out to grab Sil by the scruff of the neck, just as a way to release the pent up rage that was bubbling over the surface as Timaeus considered how he had given his brother every chance to correct his behavior. How he had done everything he good to help Silanos turn over a new leaf and this was how he was being repaid? It was too much. Far too much.
That much was made clear when Timeaus yanked Silanos about before hissing in his ear, “ Did you really think that Vangelis wouldn’t come after you for this? After everything you’ve done to his brother’s wife and now his sister?” This was n anger that Silanos would have never seen before as it rightly should be. Silanos was a fool, beyond that even, but Timaeus didn’t have the words to accurately describe how stupid he had been.
His grip tightened as he gave one last threat and one final chance to prove that Silanos was worth the effort that went into keeping him alive as Timaeus tightened his grip on the boy, growling in his ear all the while like some feral wolf that had gotten its jaws on a terrified rabbit, “Give me one reason to not toss you to him right now. Why shouldn’t I let him tear you to pieces for this folly of yours?”
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Out of all of the things that Silanos could have had said, Timaeus was almost certainly not expecting this.
“ You what?” Timaeus lowly growled as an uncontrollable fury burned bright in his eyes. His expression was tense as his fists balled up at his sides, making it clear to Silanos that if there hadn’t been an audience, Silanos would find himself shoved up a wall, feet dangling off the floor as Timaeus screamed in his face. Or maybe he’d be curled up on the ground, spitting out whatever teeth Timaeus would have taken with a killer right hook. Perhaps his rage was so great that he’d bypass any sort of physical punishment --as it clearly did not work on the boy-- and just strangle him there in the hall. That would certainly save Vangelis the trouble. All Timaeus would have to do was present the prince thirsty for vengeance the still corpse of his brother. That scenario seemed to be the most likely as Silanos was a dead man.
Timaeus was ready to kill his own brother right then and there.
His own brother.
Then again, how was he supposed to react to such a bombshell dropped five minutes before the Valaoritis brothers would be thrown into the lion’s den? Timaeus could not believe that Silanos had the audacity to kiss Princess Asia and then do nothing when he knew that Vangelis was aware of not only this kiss but the one with Princess Evras as well. It was almost as if Silanos wanted to kill himself and drag the house down with him. Surely, the brat could see that this was the only way that this was gonna end. Sil’s head would be on a pike and the rest of them would be cast out like the Alistaires just a few years prior.
It would take a miracle to save the brothers now.
“ And when did you intend to inform me of this brother” His tone was just as terrifying as before, but the emphasis on their relation hinted at how Tim was quite frankly at the end of his rope with the stupid boy’s antics. “ Did you think it was just going to go away Silanos? Hmm? That if I never knew, that you would never have to face the consequences?”
The rage boiling within Timaeus reached its apex then and the brother reached out to grab Sil by the scruff of the neck, just as a way to release the pent up rage that was bubbling over the surface as Timaeus considered how he had given his brother every chance to correct his behavior. How he had done everything he good to help Silanos turn over a new leaf and this was how he was being repaid? It was too much. Far too much.
That much was made clear when Timeaus yanked Silanos about before hissing in his ear, “ Did you really think that Vangelis wouldn’t come after you for this? After everything you’ve done to his brother’s wife and now his sister?” This was n anger that Silanos would have never seen before as it rightly should be. Silanos was a fool, beyond that even, but Timaeus didn’t have the words to accurately describe how stupid he had been.
His grip tightened as he gave one last threat and one final chance to prove that Silanos was worth the effort that went into keeping him alive as Timaeus tightened his grip on the boy, growling in his ear all the while like some feral wolf that had gotten its jaws on a terrified rabbit, “Give me one reason to not toss you to him right now. Why shouldn’t I let him tear you to pieces for this folly of yours?”
Out of all of the things that Silanos could have had said, Timaeus was almost certainly not expecting this.
“ You what?” Timaeus lowly growled as an uncontrollable fury burned bright in his eyes. His expression was tense as his fists balled up at his sides, making it clear to Silanos that if there hadn’t been an audience, Silanos would find himself shoved up a wall, feet dangling off the floor as Timaeus screamed in his face. Or maybe he’d be curled up on the ground, spitting out whatever teeth Timaeus would have taken with a killer right hook. Perhaps his rage was so great that he’d bypass any sort of physical punishment --as it clearly did not work on the boy-- and just strangle him there in the hall. That would certainly save Vangelis the trouble. All Timaeus would have to do was present the prince thirsty for vengeance the still corpse of his brother. That scenario seemed to be the most likely as Silanos was a dead man.
Timaeus was ready to kill his own brother right then and there.
His own brother.
Then again, how was he supposed to react to such a bombshell dropped five minutes before the Valaoritis brothers would be thrown into the lion’s den? Timaeus could not believe that Silanos had the audacity to kiss Princess Asia and then do nothing when he knew that Vangelis was aware of not only this kiss but the one with Princess Evras as well. It was almost as if Silanos wanted to kill himself and drag the house down with him. Surely, the brat could see that this was the only way that this was gonna end. Sil’s head would be on a pike and the rest of them would be cast out like the Alistaires just a few years prior.
It would take a miracle to save the brothers now.
“ And when did you intend to inform me of this brother” His tone was just as terrifying as before, but the emphasis on their relation hinted at how Tim was quite frankly at the end of his rope with the stupid boy’s antics. “ Did you think it was just going to go away Silanos? Hmm? That if I never knew, that you would never have to face the consequences?”
The rage boiling within Timaeus reached its apex then and the brother reached out to grab Sil by the scruff of the neck, just as a way to release the pent up rage that was bubbling over the surface as Timaeus considered how he had given his brother every chance to correct his behavior. How he had done everything he good to help Silanos turn over a new leaf and this was how he was being repaid? It was too much. Far too much.
That much was made clear when Timeaus yanked Silanos about before hissing in his ear, “ Did you really think that Vangelis wouldn’t come after you for this? After everything you’ve done to his brother’s wife and now his sister?” This was n anger that Silanos would have never seen before as it rightly should be. Silanos was a fool, beyond that even, but Timaeus didn’t have the words to accurately describe how stupid he had been.
His grip tightened as he gave one last threat and one final chance to prove that Silanos was worth the effort that went into keeping him alive as Timaeus tightened his grip on the boy, growling in his ear all the while like some feral wolf that had gotten its jaws on a terrified rabbit, “Give me one reason to not toss you to him right now. Why shouldn’t I let him tear you to pieces for this folly of yours?”
That his brother was angry seemed rather an understatement, and Silanos could only dart a quick glance at him before he looked away again, because the fury rolling off of Timaeus was almost scalding. This was bad. It was not surprising, it was this reaction that the younger Valaoritis had been avoiding, was why he hadn’t confessed all before now. And maybe because he had hoped that somehow Prince Vangelis would have greater things to occupy himself and that perhaps his issues with Silanos would fall by the wayside.
He had been an idiot in hoping that, he could see now.
Sil made himself look at Tim when his brother called him out for that, opening his mouth to protest even though there was more than a little truth in the other’s words. Hadn’t Silanos already been enduring Tim’s idea of consequences? It was not as if anyone would have relished the idea of admitting further error on top of that. But maybe, in hindsight, this wasn’t better.
“I was trying to fix it” he protested feebly. “I wrote to her to apologise, I thought that…” Whatever he had thought became inconsequential in the next moment when Timaeus suddenly took an unforgiving grip on his neck. Sil ducked forward a little to relieve the pressure, stumbling a little when his brother hauled him in close, so close that he could feel the heat of his breath when Tim hissed at him.
He didn’t try and fight it, too concerned with the visitor who awaited to want anything other than an understanding with his brother, and so he let himself be manhandled, trying not to let the panic he felt overwhelm him.
“I don’t...it wasn’t like that” he gabbled because Timaeus made it sound as if Silanos had deliberately picked Evras and Athanasia to rile the Prince, and he almost choked on the idea that Vangelis might think the same. The pressure of Tim’s fingers clawing into his neck didn’t lessen though, and Sil shot a wide-eyed glance at him when his brother actually suggested he might just let the Kotas Prince do as he would. In all of this, despite his brother’s anger, they were still family, and Silanos had always counted on the fact that they would close ranks against outside threats. That he wouldn’t be left alone to stand up against anything. Now, with one such threat waiting to be admitted into their home, Sil considered for the first time that Timaeus might not have his back, and it was terrifying.
Without Tim to at least speak on his part as Baron of his house, then Silanos really had nothing, and Prince Vangelis would run him through as easy as Zanon had killed that slave boy.
Their mother would lose another son.
With no little discomfort, Sil recalled the words that Captain Maleos had spat at him but days before.
‘You will continue your ways until you have nothing, and no one left, and it is then that I hope you remember that you had every opportunity to change your fate.’
It couldn’t really be too late? He winced as his brother’s fingers bit into the muscles of his neck, lifting a hand to try and prise the other’s grip off of him.
“I’m fucking sorry okay? I can’t undo it. You think I wouldn’t if I could?! Please, Tim..It wasn’t like I planned it. You know me. I just..it was stupid. I didn’t mean for it to cause all this fucking trouble. I’ll apologise! I’ll do whatever penance, I swear”
He was talking too fast and trying to twist out of his brother’s grip, only stilling when his gaze alighted on the housekeeper who now watched wide-eyed from a few paces away, and Silanos averted his gaze and straightened his chiton when his brother finally released him and turned to see what news the woman bore.
“His royal highness has been shown to the dining room, my Lords,” she said primly, pretending not to have seen or heard what she had just walked in on. The esteemed guest had been offered refreshment and then left in the most formal of the receiving rooms, but there was a definite sense of unease in the staff of the Valaoritis household, because it was clear as day that the Baron was not happy about this visit from the Kotas Prince.
It was a timely reminder that the brothers did not have time to squabble between themselves, and Silanos shot a desperate glance at Timaeus, looking for some sign that his brother would relent and not just hand him over to the Kotas Prince like some kind of sacrifice.
“I’m your brother” he whispered in some last appeal. He felt shaky like when he’d gone too long without sleep, jittery like with the elixir he got from Estevan, but for once he was stone-cold sober. Silanos wasn’t certain how he’d even make himself walk into that room if he didn’t have Timaeus on his side.
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That his brother was angry seemed rather an understatement, and Silanos could only dart a quick glance at him before he looked away again, because the fury rolling off of Timaeus was almost scalding. This was bad. It was not surprising, it was this reaction that the younger Valaoritis had been avoiding, was why he hadn’t confessed all before now. And maybe because he had hoped that somehow Prince Vangelis would have greater things to occupy himself and that perhaps his issues with Silanos would fall by the wayside.
He had been an idiot in hoping that, he could see now.
Sil made himself look at Tim when his brother called him out for that, opening his mouth to protest even though there was more than a little truth in the other’s words. Hadn’t Silanos already been enduring Tim’s idea of consequences? It was not as if anyone would have relished the idea of admitting further error on top of that. But maybe, in hindsight, this wasn’t better.
“I was trying to fix it” he protested feebly. “I wrote to her to apologise, I thought that…” Whatever he had thought became inconsequential in the next moment when Timaeus suddenly took an unforgiving grip on his neck. Sil ducked forward a little to relieve the pressure, stumbling a little when his brother hauled him in close, so close that he could feel the heat of his breath when Tim hissed at him.
He didn’t try and fight it, too concerned with the visitor who awaited to want anything other than an understanding with his brother, and so he let himself be manhandled, trying not to let the panic he felt overwhelm him.
“I don’t...it wasn’t like that” he gabbled because Timaeus made it sound as if Silanos had deliberately picked Evras and Athanasia to rile the Prince, and he almost choked on the idea that Vangelis might think the same. The pressure of Tim’s fingers clawing into his neck didn’t lessen though, and Sil shot a wide-eyed glance at him when his brother actually suggested he might just let the Kotas Prince do as he would. In all of this, despite his brother’s anger, they were still family, and Silanos had always counted on the fact that they would close ranks against outside threats. That he wouldn’t be left alone to stand up against anything. Now, with one such threat waiting to be admitted into their home, Sil considered for the first time that Timaeus might not have his back, and it was terrifying.
Without Tim to at least speak on his part as Baron of his house, then Silanos really had nothing, and Prince Vangelis would run him through as easy as Zanon had killed that slave boy.
Their mother would lose another son.
With no little discomfort, Sil recalled the words that Captain Maleos had spat at him but days before.
‘You will continue your ways until you have nothing, and no one left, and it is then that I hope you remember that you had every opportunity to change your fate.’
It couldn’t really be too late? He winced as his brother’s fingers bit into the muscles of his neck, lifting a hand to try and prise the other’s grip off of him.
“I’m fucking sorry okay? I can’t undo it. You think I wouldn’t if I could?! Please, Tim..It wasn’t like I planned it. You know me. I just..it was stupid. I didn’t mean for it to cause all this fucking trouble. I’ll apologise! I’ll do whatever penance, I swear”
He was talking too fast and trying to twist out of his brother’s grip, only stilling when his gaze alighted on the housekeeper who now watched wide-eyed from a few paces away, and Silanos averted his gaze and straightened his chiton when his brother finally released him and turned to see what news the woman bore.
“His royal highness has been shown to the dining room, my Lords,” she said primly, pretending not to have seen or heard what she had just walked in on. The esteemed guest had been offered refreshment and then left in the most formal of the receiving rooms, but there was a definite sense of unease in the staff of the Valaoritis household, because it was clear as day that the Baron was not happy about this visit from the Kotas Prince.
It was a timely reminder that the brothers did not have time to squabble between themselves, and Silanos shot a desperate glance at Timaeus, looking for some sign that his brother would relent and not just hand him over to the Kotas Prince like some kind of sacrifice.
“I’m your brother” he whispered in some last appeal. He felt shaky like when he’d gone too long without sleep, jittery like with the elixir he got from Estevan, but for once he was stone-cold sober. Silanos wasn’t certain how he’d even make himself walk into that room if he didn’t have Timaeus on his side.
That his brother was angry seemed rather an understatement, and Silanos could only dart a quick glance at him before he looked away again, because the fury rolling off of Timaeus was almost scalding. This was bad. It was not surprising, it was this reaction that the younger Valaoritis had been avoiding, was why he hadn’t confessed all before now. And maybe because he had hoped that somehow Prince Vangelis would have greater things to occupy himself and that perhaps his issues with Silanos would fall by the wayside.
He had been an idiot in hoping that, he could see now.
Sil made himself look at Tim when his brother called him out for that, opening his mouth to protest even though there was more than a little truth in the other’s words. Hadn’t Silanos already been enduring Tim’s idea of consequences? It was not as if anyone would have relished the idea of admitting further error on top of that. But maybe, in hindsight, this wasn’t better.
“I was trying to fix it” he protested feebly. “I wrote to her to apologise, I thought that…” Whatever he had thought became inconsequential in the next moment when Timaeus suddenly took an unforgiving grip on his neck. Sil ducked forward a little to relieve the pressure, stumbling a little when his brother hauled him in close, so close that he could feel the heat of his breath when Tim hissed at him.
He didn’t try and fight it, too concerned with the visitor who awaited to want anything other than an understanding with his brother, and so he let himself be manhandled, trying not to let the panic he felt overwhelm him.
“I don’t...it wasn’t like that” he gabbled because Timaeus made it sound as if Silanos had deliberately picked Evras and Athanasia to rile the Prince, and he almost choked on the idea that Vangelis might think the same. The pressure of Tim’s fingers clawing into his neck didn’t lessen though, and Sil shot a wide-eyed glance at him when his brother actually suggested he might just let the Kotas Prince do as he would. In all of this, despite his brother’s anger, they were still family, and Silanos had always counted on the fact that they would close ranks against outside threats. That he wouldn’t be left alone to stand up against anything. Now, with one such threat waiting to be admitted into their home, Sil considered for the first time that Timaeus might not have his back, and it was terrifying.
Without Tim to at least speak on his part as Baron of his house, then Silanos really had nothing, and Prince Vangelis would run him through as easy as Zanon had killed that slave boy.
Their mother would lose another son.
With no little discomfort, Sil recalled the words that Captain Maleos had spat at him but days before.
‘You will continue your ways until you have nothing, and no one left, and it is then that I hope you remember that you had every opportunity to change your fate.’
It couldn’t really be too late? He winced as his brother’s fingers bit into the muscles of his neck, lifting a hand to try and prise the other’s grip off of him.
“I’m fucking sorry okay? I can’t undo it. You think I wouldn’t if I could?! Please, Tim..It wasn’t like I planned it. You know me. I just..it was stupid. I didn’t mean for it to cause all this fucking trouble. I’ll apologise! I’ll do whatever penance, I swear”
He was talking too fast and trying to twist out of his brother’s grip, only stilling when his gaze alighted on the housekeeper who now watched wide-eyed from a few paces away, and Silanos averted his gaze and straightened his chiton when his brother finally released him and turned to see what news the woman bore.
“His royal highness has been shown to the dining room, my Lords,” she said primly, pretending not to have seen or heard what she had just walked in on. The esteemed guest had been offered refreshment and then left in the most formal of the receiving rooms, but there was a definite sense of unease in the staff of the Valaoritis household, because it was clear as day that the Baron was not happy about this visit from the Kotas Prince.
It was a timely reminder that the brothers did not have time to squabble between themselves, and Silanos shot a desperate glance at Timaeus, looking for some sign that his brother would relent and not just hand him over to the Kotas Prince like some kind of sacrifice.
“I’m your brother” he whispered in some last appeal. He felt shaky like when he’d gone too long without sleep, jittery like with the elixir he got from Estevan, but for once he was stone-cold sober. Silanos wasn’t certain how he’d even make himself walk into that room if he didn’t have Timaeus on his side.
In the blind fury of his anger, Timaeus completely missed his brother admitting that he had written a letter apologizing to the Princess. It was a good thing too. The Baron was already beyond irate and seeing red with just the mere confession that his brother had kissed Princess Asia; who knew what would happen if he caught wind that there was a written confession of his crime floating about Colchis. Seven hades, it could already be in the hands of Vangelis at this very moment and the Prince would use it to seal whatever fates he had decided for the Valaoritis men.
How could Silanos be so stupid?
“ Then what was it like then?!” Timaeus hissed back when his brother tried to defend himself. (Pathetically, Tim might add.) To him, this had been nothing, but a reckless action that showed the selfishness that marked his brother’s life thus far. Did the boy have no regard for how his actions would affect the family? How this one simple kiss could threaten them all?! Asia was not some common whore that Sil could do with whatever he liked if he paid a high enough price. She was a Princess of Colchis. She was a prize that Silanos could never have, no matter how mistakenly high he would put his own self-worth. Her station demanded respect from the boys and these formal greetings at courtly events were where the interactions between the Valaoritis family and the only true Princess of Colchis started and ended.
Who was Silanos to think that he was worthy enough of kissing her?
However, that wasn’t the part of this mess that truly set Timaeus off. Instead, it was the disregard that Sil seemingly had for everything that his brother had done for him after he had kissed Evras. Silanos could hate his brother and his methods of discipline all he liked, but the boy could not deny that Timaeus saved his life. He had lied to Zanon to save Sil… and now it looks like the boy threw it all away by chasing after another princess. The Baron could not think of how the boy could have done something that was more stupidly selfish than this. He literally was given the gift of life and spat on it.
That’s why his nails dug into Sil’s neck as he hissed in the overgrown man child’s ear. Tim hoped that his grip brought Sil pain. He also hoped that he was drawing blood -- despite the fact he knew that his nails were far too short to accomplish that. He wanted his brother to suffer for what he had done. Let him hurt for every little thing he had done to bring Timaeus strife over the past few months; from the bills in his name to the bottles of wine that went missing from the kitchen. Every disrespectful word, every rude gesture, every hateful look… he wanted it to pour out from his fingers and into Sil’s neck. Let his hair go gray from the stress brought on by his careless actions, not Tim. Let him finally feel the pain he brought not only Tim but everyone around him. Let it overwhelm Silanos until he was finally humbled by the weight of his actions.
His grip only tightened when Silanos tried to apologize, but it sounded just as self-preserving as everything else that had ever left his lips. It meant nothing to Timaeus. He had heard it all before and Silanos hadn’t meant it then, so why would he now? “ Like Hades you are.” Timaeus growled as Sil reached up to free himself from his brother’s grip. “ If you were really sorry, you wouldn’t be such a disgrace. We wouldn’t have to scurry in fear like mice whenever a Kotas comes to call. You would have taken to your duties like you are supposed to do instead of chasing after women you know you can’t have!” It was only when his brother stopped struggling in Tim’s grip, did the elder Valaoritis remember that there was an audience to his rage. Locking eyes with the housekeeper, Timaeus unlatched his grip from Sil while glaring at her in a way that said without words, Don’t you ever speak of this to anyone.
Heeding the warning, the housekeeper pretended as if she had not just stumbled across Timaeus practically abusing Sil and instead informed them that Vangelis was waiting for them in the dining room; the only space that was ready at such an early hour to host such an important guest.
Time had run out for the Valaoritis boys.
A quick nod was enough to dismiss the woman and as she ran off, Tim could hear the barely audible whisper from Silanos. The words hit Timaeus right in his gut. He could hate Sil from here to Tartarus -- which in many ways he did-- but at the end of the day, he was still his brother. His only brother with Nico gone. That quiet reminder of that bond was enough to force Tim to turn away from Sil as he let the last bits of his bout of anger dissipate from his body. A small pit of his frustration deep within him though, stoking the last few flames of anger enough for Tim to spit back, “ And yet you never act like it.”
But at the end of the day, Sil was right. He was his brother and although Tim had never met a man who was more unworthy of the title than the man before him… The Head of House still had a duty to protect him. It pained him greatly, now knowing how selfish and careless his brother was, but they were both Valaoritises. At least one of them had to be a good brother this day.
“ I will save your life, but that is all I will do. Whatever punishment Vangelis demands, I will not argue it as you are deserving of it and more.” Timaeus said lowly, barely above a whisper, just for Silanos to hear. It was the only promise that Tim could make to the boy especially when their foe was the likes of Vangelis of Kotas. There was, after all, only so much Timaeus could do.
He turned on his heels though with his next statement, making sure that his brother was more than aware of the terms that Timaeus was going to lay out in exchange for helping the boy. “ But, you are not to speak. Unless either one of us addresses you, you are to keep your mouth shut. I cannot trust you to dig us into a bigger grave than you have already done so we cannot take a single chance. Do you understand me?”
He waited until his brother confirmed this simple request before motioning to towards the dining room, encouraging him to lead the way so Timaeus knew that Silanos didn’t dash off or anything as equally foolish as that as he said gravely, “ We cannot keep him waiting any longer brother”
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In the blind fury of his anger, Timaeus completely missed his brother admitting that he had written a letter apologizing to the Princess. It was a good thing too. The Baron was already beyond irate and seeing red with just the mere confession that his brother had kissed Princess Asia; who knew what would happen if he caught wind that there was a written confession of his crime floating about Colchis. Seven hades, it could already be in the hands of Vangelis at this very moment and the Prince would use it to seal whatever fates he had decided for the Valaoritis men.
How could Silanos be so stupid?
“ Then what was it like then?!” Timaeus hissed back when his brother tried to defend himself. (Pathetically, Tim might add.) To him, this had been nothing, but a reckless action that showed the selfishness that marked his brother’s life thus far. Did the boy have no regard for how his actions would affect the family? How this one simple kiss could threaten them all?! Asia was not some common whore that Sil could do with whatever he liked if he paid a high enough price. She was a Princess of Colchis. She was a prize that Silanos could never have, no matter how mistakenly high he would put his own self-worth. Her station demanded respect from the boys and these formal greetings at courtly events were where the interactions between the Valaoritis family and the only true Princess of Colchis started and ended.
Who was Silanos to think that he was worthy enough of kissing her?
However, that wasn’t the part of this mess that truly set Timaeus off. Instead, it was the disregard that Sil seemingly had for everything that his brother had done for him after he had kissed Evras. Silanos could hate his brother and his methods of discipline all he liked, but the boy could not deny that Timaeus saved his life. He had lied to Zanon to save Sil… and now it looks like the boy threw it all away by chasing after another princess. The Baron could not think of how the boy could have done something that was more stupidly selfish than this. He literally was given the gift of life and spat on it.
That’s why his nails dug into Sil’s neck as he hissed in the overgrown man child’s ear. Tim hoped that his grip brought Sil pain. He also hoped that he was drawing blood -- despite the fact he knew that his nails were far too short to accomplish that. He wanted his brother to suffer for what he had done. Let him hurt for every little thing he had done to bring Timaeus strife over the past few months; from the bills in his name to the bottles of wine that went missing from the kitchen. Every disrespectful word, every rude gesture, every hateful look… he wanted it to pour out from his fingers and into Sil’s neck. Let his hair go gray from the stress brought on by his careless actions, not Tim. Let him finally feel the pain he brought not only Tim but everyone around him. Let it overwhelm Silanos until he was finally humbled by the weight of his actions.
His grip only tightened when Silanos tried to apologize, but it sounded just as self-preserving as everything else that had ever left his lips. It meant nothing to Timaeus. He had heard it all before and Silanos hadn’t meant it then, so why would he now? “ Like Hades you are.” Timaeus growled as Sil reached up to free himself from his brother’s grip. “ If you were really sorry, you wouldn’t be such a disgrace. We wouldn’t have to scurry in fear like mice whenever a Kotas comes to call. You would have taken to your duties like you are supposed to do instead of chasing after women you know you can’t have!” It was only when his brother stopped struggling in Tim’s grip, did the elder Valaoritis remember that there was an audience to his rage. Locking eyes with the housekeeper, Timaeus unlatched his grip from Sil while glaring at her in a way that said without words, Don’t you ever speak of this to anyone.
Heeding the warning, the housekeeper pretended as if she had not just stumbled across Timaeus practically abusing Sil and instead informed them that Vangelis was waiting for them in the dining room; the only space that was ready at such an early hour to host such an important guest.
Time had run out for the Valaoritis boys.
A quick nod was enough to dismiss the woman and as she ran off, Tim could hear the barely audible whisper from Silanos. The words hit Timaeus right in his gut. He could hate Sil from here to Tartarus -- which in many ways he did-- but at the end of the day, he was still his brother. His only brother with Nico gone. That quiet reminder of that bond was enough to force Tim to turn away from Sil as he let the last bits of his bout of anger dissipate from his body. A small pit of his frustration deep within him though, stoking the last few flames of anger enough for Tim to spit back, “ And yet you never act like it.”
But at the end of the day, Sil was right. He was his brother and although Tim had never met a man who was more unworthy of the title than the man before him… The Head of House still had a duty to protect him. It pained him greatly, now knowing how selfish and careless his brother was, but they were both Valaoritises. At least one of them had to be a good brother this day.
“ I will save your life, but that is all I will do. Whatever punishment Vangelis demands, I will not argue it as you are deserving of it and more.” Timaeus said lowly, barely above a whisper, just for Silanos to hear. It was the only promise that Tim could make to the boy especially when their foe was the likes of Vangelis of Kotas. There was, after all, only so much Timaeus could do.
He turned on his heels though with his next statement, making sure that his brother was more than aware of the terms that Timaeus was going to lay out in exchange for helping the boy. “ But, you are not to speak. Unless either one of us addresses you, you are to keep your mouth shut. I cannot trust you to dig us into a bigger grave than you have already done so we cannot take a single chance. Do you understand me?”
He waited until his brother confirmed this simple request before motioning to towards the dining room, encouraging him to lead the way so Timaeus knew that Silanos didn’t dash off or anything as equally foolish as that as he said gravely, “ We cannot keep him waiting any longer brother”
In the blind fury of his anger, Timaeus completely missed his brother admitting that he had written a letter apologizing to the Princess. It was a good thing too. The Baron was already beyond irate and seeing red with just the mere confession that his brother had kissed Princess Asia; who knew what would happen if he caught wind that there was a written confession of his crime floating about Colchis. Seven hades, it could already be in the hands of Vangelis at this very moment and the Prince would use it to seal whatever fates he had decided for the Valaoritis men.
How could Silanos be so stupid?
“ Then what was it like then?!” Timaeus hissed back when his brother tried to defend himself. (Pathetically, Tim might add.) To him, this had been nothing, but a reckless action that showed the selfishness that marked his brother’s life thus far. Did the boy have no regard for how his actions would affect the family? How this one simple kiss could threaten them all?! Asia was not some common whore that Sil could do with whatever he liked if he paid a high enough price. She was a Princess of Colchis. She was a prize that Silanos could never have, no matter how mistakenly high he would put his own self-worth. Her station demanded respect from the boys and these formal greetings at courtly events were where the interactions between the Valaoritis family and the only true Princess of Colchis started and ended.
Who was Silanos to think that he was worthy enough of kissing her?
However, that wasn’t the part of this mess that truly set Timaeus off. Instead, it was the disregard that Sil seemingly had for everything that his brother had done for him after he had kissed Evras. Silanos could hate his brother and his methods of discipline all he liked, but the boy could not deny that Timaeus saved his life. He had lied to Zanon to save Sil… and now it looks like the boy threw it all away by chasing after another princess. The Baron could not think of how the boy could have done something that was more stupidly selfish than this. He literally was given the gift of life and spat on it.
That’s why his nails dug into Sil’s neck as he hissed in the overgrown man child’s ear. Tim hoped that his grip brought Sil pain. He also hoped that he was drawing blood -- despite the fact he knew that his nails were far too short to accomplish that. He wanted his brother to suffer for what he had done. Let him hurt for every little thing he had done to bring Timaeus strife over the past few months; from the bills in his name to the bottles of wine that went missing from the kitchen. Every disrespectful word, every rude gesture, every hateful look… he wanted it to pour out from his fingers and into Sil’s neck. Let his hair go gray from the stress brought on by his careless actions, not Tim. Let him finally feel the pain he brought not only Tim but everyone around him. Let it overwhelm Silanos until he was finally humbled by the weight of his actions.
His grip only tightened when Silanos tried to apologize, but it sounded just as self-preserving as everything else that had ever left his lips. It meant nothing to Timaeus. He had heard it all before and Silanos hadn’t meant it then, so why would he now? “ Like Hades you are.” Timaeus growled as Sil reached up to free himself from his brother’s grip. “ If you were really sorry, you wouldn’t be such a disgrace. We wouldn’t have to scurry in fear like mice whenever a Kotas comes to call. You would have taken to your duties like you are supposed to do instead of chasing after women you know you can’t have!” It was only when his brother stopped struggling in Tim’s grip, did the elder Valaoritis remember that there was an audience to his rage. Locking eyes with the housekeeper, Timaeus unlatched his grip from Sil while glaring at her in a way that said without words, Don’t you ever speak of this to anyone.
Heeding the warning, the housekeeper pretended as if she had not just stumbled across Timaeus practically abusing Sil and instead informed them that Vangelis was waiting for them in the dining room; the only space that was ready at such an early hour to host such an important guest.
Time had run out for the Valaoritis boys.
A quick nod was enough to dismiss the woman and as she ran off, Tim could hear the barely audible whisper from Silanos. The words hit Timaeus right in his gut. He could hate Sil from here to Tartarus -- which in many ways he did-- but at the end of the day, he was still his brother. His only brother with Nico gone. That quiet reminder of that bond was enough to force Tim to turn away from Sil as he let the last bits of his bout of anger dissipate from his body. A small pit of his frustration deep within him though, stoking the last few flames of anger enough for Tim to spit back, “ And yet you never act like it.”
But at the end of the day, Sil was right. He was his brother and although Tim had never met a man who was more unworthy of the title than the man before him… The Head of House still had a duty to protect him. It pained him greatly, now knowing how selfish and careless his brother was, but they were both Valaoritises. At least one of them had to be a good brother this day.
“ I will save your life, but that is all I will do. Whatever punishment Vangelis demands, I will not argue it as you are deserving of it and more.” Timaeus said lowly, barely above a whisper, just for Silanos to hear. It was the only promise that Tim could make to the boy especially when their foe was the likes of Vangelis of Kotas. There was, after all, only so much Timaeus could do.
He turned on his heels though with his next statement, making sure that his brother was more than aware of the terms that Timaeus was going to lay out in exchange for helping the boy. “ But, you are not to speak. Unless either one of us addresses you, you are to keep your mouth shut. I cannot trust you to dig us into a bigger grave than you have already done so we cannot take a single chance. Do you understand me?”
He waited until his brother confirmed this simple request before motioning to towards the dining room, encouraging him to lead the way so Timaeus knew that Silanos didn’t dash off or anything as equally foolish as that as he said gravely, “ We cannot keep him waiting any longer brother”
It was the wrong time, he should have just swallowed Tim’s anger and kept his mouth shut, but when his older brother threw out his apology like it was nothing, he couldn’t stop himself. “I’ve been fucking trying, haven’t I? I’m doing your stupid training, I’ve been doing what you said. I can’t change the fucking past though can I?”
It was true, he had at least tried to tow the line the past couple of weeks, despite the fact that he despised Maleos and the regime that he had the young Lord following. And it seemed so unfair now, that even in spite of that his past sins had caught up with him. Silanos quieted himself when the housekeeper made her presence known, stood off to one side, twisting his hands together and eyeing his brother warily, until she had gone and he made that last desperate plea for Tim not to wash his hands off him entirely.
The other’s reply had him swallow, and he wondered how it had ever gotten so bad between he and Tim. When Nico had been alive…
But his brother was speaking again and Silanos just nodded at the terms, because what else could he do. He couldn’t outrun stupid decisions anymore it would seem. And that Prince Vangelis seemed to be personally offended by Sil’s conduct...well he supposed it didn’t leave his brother much of a leg to stand on. He would just have to weather this like he had weathered Tim’s anger. Either that or leave again. Taengea had been a kind enough host before.
“Ok” he nodded again, promising his silence and hoping that he could hold to it. He doubted the prince would leave much room for him to explain himself anyway, and even if he did, Silanos didn’t think that he could make anyone understand how things just seemed like a good idea when you hadn’t slept for three days and steeped yourself in wine. It was better he just kept his mouth shut “Ok yes.” And then Tim was motioning for him to go first and he really didn’t fucking want to, but it didn’t seem the time to do anything but what he was told, so Silanos sucked in a breath and tried to conceal how nervous he felt.
The walk through the hallway to the dining room had never felt so far, and the younger Valaoritis brother paused and looked to Tim as they drew near to the door. Did he really have to go first? But his brother’s expression was stony, and so Silanos stepped into the room, gaze immediately flickering towards their visitor before he sought out somewhere that seemed a safe distance away.
He didn’t bother trying to affect any notion of being pleased to see the other man - there seemed no point, Vangelis had threatened to kill him after all, but bowed as was expected, leaving Timaeus to make greetings as he wanted to. He’d been told to stay silent, after all. Silanos didn’t sit, waited to see what the others did, all the while keeping his gaze fixed anywhere but on the Kotas Prince. He wanted a drink
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It was the wrong time, he should have just swallowed Tim’s anger and kept his mouth shut, but when his older brother threw out his apology like it was nothing, he couldn’t stop himself. “I’ve been fucking trying, haven’t I? I’m doing your stupid training, I’ve been doing what you said. I can’t change the fucking past though can I?”
It was true, he had at least tried to tow the line the past couple of weeks, despite the fact that he despised Maleos and the regime that he had the young Lord following. And it seemed so unfair now, that even in spite of that his past sins had caught up with him. Silanos quieted himself when the housekeeper made her presence known, stood off to one side, twisting his hands together and eyeing his brother warily, until she had gone and he made that last desperate plea for Tim not to wash his hands off him entirely.
The other’s reply had him swallow, and he wondered how it had ever gotten so bad between he and Tim. When Nico had been alive…
But his brother was speaking again and Silanos just nodded at the terms, because what else could he do. He couldn’t outrun stupid decisions anymore it would seem. And that Prince Vangelis seemed to be personally offended by Sil’s conduct...well he supposed it didn’t leave his brother much of a leg to stand on. He would just have to weather this like he had weathered Tim’s anger. Either that or leave again. Taengea had been a kind enough host before.
“Ok” he nodded again, promising his silence and hoping that he could hold to it. He doubted the prince would leave much room for him to explain himself anyway, and even if he did, Silanos didn’t think that he could make anyone understand how things just seemed like a good idea when you hadn’t slept for three days and steeped yourself in wine. It was better he just kept his mouth shut “Ok yes.” And then Tim was motioning for him to go first and he really didn’t fucking want to, but it didn’t seem the time to do anything but what he was told, so Silanos sucked in a breath and tried to conceal how nervous he felt.
The walk through the hallway to the dining room had never felt so far, and the younger Valaoritis brother paused and looked to Tim as they drew near to the door. Did he really have to go first? But his brother’s expression was stony, and so Silanos stepped into the room, gaze immediately flickering towards their visitor before he sought out somewhere that seemed a safe distance away.
He didn’t bother trying to affect any notion of being pleased to see the other man - there seemed no point, Vangelis had threatened to kill him after all, but bowed as was expected, leaving Timaeus to make greetings as he wanted to. He’d been told to stay silent, after all. Silanos didn’t sit, waited to see what the others did, all the while keeping his gaze fixed anywhere but on the Kotas Prince. He wanted a drink
It was the wrong time, he should have just swallowed Tim’s anger and kept his mouth shut, but when his older brother threw out his apology like it was nothing, he couldn’t stop himself. “I’ve been fucking trying, haven’t I? I’m doing your stupid training, I’ve been doing what you said. I can’t change the fucking past though can I?”
It was true, he had at least tried to tow the line the past couple of weeks, despite the fact that he despised Maleos and the regime that he had the young Lord following. And it seemed so unfair now, that even in spite of that his past sins had caught up with him. Silanos quieted himself when the housekeeper made her presence known, stood off to one side, twisting his hands together and eyeing his brother warily, until she had gone and he made that last desperate plea for Tim not to wash his hands off him entirely.
The other’s reply had him swallow, and he wondered how it had ever gotten so bad between he and Tim. When Nico had been alive…
But his brother was speaking again and Silanos just nodded at the terms, because what else could he do. He couldn’t outrun stupid decisions anymore it would seem. And that Prince Vangelis seemed to be personally offended by Sil’s conduct...well he supposed it didn’t leave his brother much of a leg to stand on. He would just have to weather this like he had weathered Tim’s anger. Either that or leave again. Taengea had been a kind enough host before.
“Ok” he nodded again, promising his silence and hoping that he could hold to it. He doubted the prince would leave much room for him to explain himself anyway, and even if he did, Silanos didn’t think that he could make anyone understand how things just seemed like a good idea when you hadn’t slept for three days and steeped yourself in wine. It was better he just kept his mouth shut “Ok yes.” And then Tim was motioning for him to go first and he really didn’t fucking want to, but it didn’t seem the time to do anything but what he was told, so Silanos sucked in a breath and tried to conceal how nervous he felt.
The walk through the hallway to the dining room had never felt so far, and the younger Valaoritis brother paused and looked to Tim as they drew near to the door. Did he really have to go first? But his brother’s expression was stony, and so Silanos stepped into the room, gaze immediately flickering towards their visitor before he sought out somewhere that seemed a safe distance away.
He didn’t bother trying to affect any notion of being pleased to see the other man - there seemed no point, Vangelis had threatened to kill him after all, but bowed as was expected, leaving Timaeus to make greetings as he wanted to. He’d been told to stay silent, after all. Silanos didn’t sit, waited to see what the others did, all the while keeping his gaze fixed anywhere but on the Kotas Prince. He wanted a drink
Vangelis was shown into the manor house with effective and appropriate levels of decorum from the Valaoritis staff. It was rare that he had been partaking in their home but the servants and slaves within seemed knowledgeable on how to treat a royal. Outside of that, perhaps it was simply his presence that frightened the household staff into a submission of great respect.
Whether Vangelis was decked out in weapons and armour or not, he still cut an imposing figure. Taller than most people in Colchis - or, in fact, in Greece - and broad in the shoulders too, Vangelis's shadow stretched long and his appearance was one of towering authority. His face, a mask of granite that rarely showed expression or humanity, and his reputation as a General that left none of his enemy alive, all strove to create an aura even larger than himself.
Whatever the reason, servants scraped and bowed and he was shown into a dining room, sporting a long table of dark wood that, during mealtimes, would have been laden with cutlery, plates and knives. Probably a good thing that food had yet to be prepared and served.
Similar to the Kotas dining chamber but with a large window to one end that set it far lighter than the room in which his family normally congregated, the space was of a familiar Colchian feel, reminding Vangelis of the roots the House of Valaoritis had in the world of Colchian nobility; of their loyalty to Kotas. His jaw clicked as he went over the plan that he had in mind for this interaction with the Valaoritis brothers - for he had made it clear to the servants that he was there to speak with both of them.
Whether Timaeus knew of Silanos' dalliance with Athanasia, Vangelis did not know. But he knew of Sil's guilt with regards to Evras. Their knowledge of what Vangelis was aware of however.... He had no idea. No-one had seen him upon the balcony the night an innocent servant had died on the flagstones of the Kotas manor, so upon that he was fairly certain the Valaoritis may believe themselves to be in the clear. But such double guilt was not necessary for such a meet. Vangelis would have attended on the House had Silanos decided to defile either one of his sisters - be it the one by marriage or the one by blood. The fact that he had foolishly decided to approach both only meant that Vangelis' arrival was now far more personal than it was one of basic authority and the carrying out of justice.
Left to his own company for a few minutes before the brothers arrived, Vangelis took no concerns of their tardiness into the room for he had arrived without warning. He would have been more annoyed if they had suddenly sprung into being the second that he had appeared, dropping whatever responsibilities and duties they might have had in favour of his reception. Duties were important and the seeing to them was honourable.
Expecting Timaeus to lead the two into the room, Vangelis' gaze narrowed when Silanos was the first of the Valaoritis for him to lay eyes upon, yet he was quick to transfer the look back to the room in which he stood, not meeting the gaze fully of either brother, when they stepped inside.
Instead, he simply spoke, as he appeared to be appraising the Valaoritis coat of arms upon one wall.
"Timaeus..." He began, their familiarity with one another causing no need for the baron's title to be used. "...I understand it from my brother that you have been of great help to my family since the discovery of the Kotas ship and the apparent demise of my father." A demise that was now proven to have been a tad exaggerated but Vangelis was one to remember that they had not known that at the time. The kingdom had been king-less until he had returned to its shores and therefore potentially weak. Timaeus had stood strong beside Zanon, as far as reports went. Vangelis turned his gaze to the older of the brothers. "You have my thanks for your services rendered."
As Vangelis turned to address both men front on, his hand naturally fell to the pommel of the sword at his waist. The one strapped to his back remained ignored.
"Though such loyalties would have held more water had they not followed deceit upon my brother with regards to his wife." Vangelis added, his face appearing carved from stone and his eyes hard and sharp like ice, the second shoe dropping with all the force of an anvil.
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Vangelis was shown into the manor house with effective and appropriate levels of decorum from the Valaoritis staff. It was rare that he had been partaking in their home but the servants and slaves within seemed knowledgeable on how to treat a royal. Outside of that, perhaps it was simply his presence that frightened the household staff into a submission of great respect.
Whether Vangelis was decked out in weapons and armour or not, he still cut an imposing figure. Taller than most people in Colchis - or, in fact, in Greece - and broad in the shoulders too, Vangelis's shadow stretched long and his appearance was one of towering authority. His face, a mask of granite that rarely showed expression or humanity, and his reputation as a General that left none of his enemy alive, all strove to create an aura even larger than himself.
Whatever the reason, servants scraped and bowed and he was shown into a dining room, sporting a long table of dark wood that, during mealtimes, would have been laden with cutlery, plates and knives. Probably a good thing that food had yet to be prepared and served.
Similar to the Kotas dining chamber but with a large window to one end that set it far lighter than the room in which his family normally congregated, the space was of a familiar Colchian feel, reminding Vangelis of the roots the House of Valaoritis had in the world of Colchian nobility; of their loyalty to Kotas. His jaw clicked as he went over the plan that he had in mind for this interaction with the Valaoritis brothers - for he had made it clear to the servants that he was there to speak with both of them.
Whether Timaeus knew of Silanos' dalliance with Athanasia, Vangelis did not know. But he knew of Sil's guilt with regards to Evras. Their knowledge of what Vangelis was aware of however.... He had no idea. No-one had seen him upon the balcony the night an innocent servant had died on the flagstones of the Kotas manor, so upon that he was fairly certain the Valaoritis may believe themselves to be in the clear. But such double guilt was not necessary for such a meet. Vangelis would have attended on the House had Silanos decided to defile either one of his sisters - be it the one by marriage or the one by blood. The fact that he had foolishly decided to approach both only meant that Vangelis' arrival was now far more personal than it was one of basic authority and the carrying out of justice.
Left to his own company for a few minutes before the brothers arrived, Vangelis took no concerns of their tardiness into the room for he had arrived without warning. He would have been more annoyed if they had suddenly sprung into being the second that he had appeared, dropping whatever responsibilities and duties they might have had in favour of his reception. Duties were important and the seeing to them was honourable.
Expecting Timaeus to lead the two into the room, Vangelis' gaze narrowed when Silanos was the first of the Valaoritis for him to lay eyes upon, yet he was quick to transfer the look back to the room in which he stood, not meeting the gaze fully of either brother, when they stepped inside.
Instead, he simply spoke, as he appeared to be appraising the Valaoritis coat of arms upon one wall.
"Timaeus..." He began, their familiarity with one another causing no need for the baron's title to be used. "...I understand it from my brother that you have been of great help to my family since the discovery of the Kotas ship and the apparent demise of my father." A demise that was now proven to have been a tad exaggerated but Vangelis was one to remember that they had not known that at the time. The kingdom had been king-less until he had returned to its shores and therefore potentially weak. Timaeus had stood strong beside Zanon, as far as reports went. Vangelis turned his gaze to the older of the brothers. "You have my thanks for your services rendered."
As Vangelis turned to address both men front on, his hand naturally fell to the pommel of the sword at his waist. The one strapped to his back remained ignored.
"Though such loyalties would have held more water had they not followed deceit upon my brother with regards to his wife." Vangelis added, his face appearing carved from stone and his eyes hard and sharp like ice, the second shoe dropping with all the force of an anvil.
Vangelis was shown into the manor house with effective and appropriate levels of decorum from the Valaoritis staff. It was rare that he had been partaking in their home but the servants and slaves within seemed knowledgeable on how to treat a royal. Outside of that, perhaps it was simply his presence that frightened the household staff into a submission of great respect.
Whether Vangelis was decked out in weapons and armour or not, he still cut an imposing figure. Taller than most people in Colchis - or, in fact, in Greece - and broad in the shoulders too, Vangelis's shadow stretched long and his appearance was one of towering authority. His face, a mask of granite that rarely showed expression or humanity, and his reputation as a General that left none of his enemy alive, all strove to create an aura even larger than himself.
Whatever the reason, servants scraped and bowed and he was shown into a dining room, sporting a long table of dark wood that, during mealtimes, would have been laden with cutlery, plates and knives. Probably a good thing that food had yet to be prepared and served.
Similar to the Kotas dining chamber but with a large window to one end that set it far lighter than the room in which his family normally congregated, the space was of a familiar Colchian feel, reminding Vangelis of the roots the House of Valaoritis had in the world of Colchian nobility; of their loyalty to Kotas. His jaw clicked as he went over the plan that he had in mind for this interaction with the Valaoritis brothers - for he had made it clear to the servants that he was there to speak with both of them.
Whether Timaeus knew of Silanos' dalliance with Athanasia, Vangelis did not know. But he knew of Sil's guilt with regards to Evras. Their knowledge of what Vangelis was aware of however.... He had no idea. No-one had seen him upon the balcony the night an innocent servant had died on the flagstones of the Kotas manor, so upon that he was fairly certain the Valaoritis may believe themselves to be in the clear. But such double guilt was not necessary for such a meet. Vangelis would have attended on the House had Silanos decided to defile either one of his sisters - be it the one by marriage or the one by blood. The fact that he had foolishly decided to approach both only meant that Vangelis' arrival was now far more personal than it was one of basic authority and the carrying out of justice.
Left to his own company for a few minutes before the brothers arrived, Vangelis took no concerns of their tardiness into the room for he had arrived without warning. He would have been more annoyed if they had suddenly sprung into being the second that he had appeared, dropping whatever responsibilities and duties they might have had in favour of his reception. Duties were important and the seeing to them was honourable.
Expecting Timaeus to lead the two into the room, Vangelis' gaze narrowed when Silanos was the first of the Valaoritis for him to lay eyes upon, yet he was quick to transfer the look back to the room in which he stood, not meeting the gaze fully of either brother, when they stepped inside.
Instead, he simply spoke, as he appeared to be appraising the Valaoritis coat of arms upon one wall.
"Timaeus..." He began, their familiarity with one another causing no need for the baron's title to be used. "...I understand it from my brother that you have been of great help to my family since the discovery of the Kotas ship and the apparent demise of my father." A demise that was now proven to have been a tad exaggerated but Vangelis was one to remember that they had not known that at the time. The kingdom had been king-less until he had returned to its shores and therefore potentially weak. Timaeus had stood strong beside Zanon, as far as reports went. Vangelis turned his gaze to the older of the brothers. "You have my thanks for your services rendered."
As Vangelis turned to address both men front on, his hand naturally fell to the pommel of the sword at his waist. The one strapped to his back remained ignored.
"Though such loyalties would have held more water had they not followed deceit upon my brother with regards to his wife." Vangelis added, his face appearing carved from stone and his eyes hard and sharp like ice, the second shoe dropping with all the force of an anvil.
Timaeus breathed a sigh of relief when Silanos agreed to the instructions that the elder Valaoritis had set upon him. That was most certainly a change of pace from what the Baron had been expecting. After all, every other time Timaeus had tried to instill some sort of rule usually ended in an explosion of anger. Not once had a single change to Sil’s life gone smoothly. There was always some sort of violence attached to it -- whether it was Timaeus yelling, Sil running away, or the boys hitting each other; everything always ended in some sort of fight.
He had expected that from Silanos this time too. It would be a lie to say that Timaeus hadn’t expected some sort of defense that Silanos should be able to explain himself to the Prince. Or some sort of cry about how it was his crime and that he should fix it -- frustratingly unaware how serious things were and that Vangelis was not as dumb as Tim’s heir thought he was. No, it was much better that Silanos did not speak unless he was directly addressed. That way maybe they could make it out of here just by the skin of their teeth.
Maybe.
“ Good.” Timaeus as he slowly began to calm his racing heart and tried to hide the infuriated expression on his face. (Honestly, in recent weeks, it felt like that look was permanently etched into his skin.) The Baron knew that he couldn’t waltz into that room looking as if he was ready to kill a man. He needed to be cool, calm and collected if they were to stand a chance. As he forced the panic from his chest, a rational thought entered his mind and as soon as it formed, he uttered it aloud as a way to bring comfort to both boys before they headed into the lion’s den. “ He won’t do anything that will bring public shame to his sisters. Vangelis won’t risk their reputations by killing you.” It seemed logical enough. Even though no one in the room liked it, Silanos was Timaeus’s heir. If the boy died, even in secret, there would be questions and that could run the risk of the Valaoritis’s crimes being uncovered. Plus not to mention, killing Silanos would severely damage the reputation between the Kotas and Valaoritis houses. Vangelis won’t be foolhardy enough to bring those consequences upon his own family… would he?
Timaeus could only hope that this was the case as he and Silanos made their way to the dining hall. If the Valaoritis wasn’t so afraid of stoking his anger again, he may have put his hand on Sil’s shoulder to practically steer him down the halls between the family’s private quarters and where Vang waited for them. That was how little trust the elder Valaoritis held in his brother. He didn’t truly believe that Silanos wouldn’t try to duck away and flee in the short walk. How did things get so bad that Timaeus couldn’t even scrounge up enough trust within his brother to do that?
So, it may have appeared to be strange when Silanos took the lead when entering the dining room, but it was a necessity in Tim’s mind. If given the chance, Sil would run. Timaeus could not give him that opportunity as it would make things infinitely worse if only one Valaoritis brother appeared when Vangelis had requested the two of them. However, this fear was abated when the two of them finally crossed the threshold and came face to face with the Blood General himself.
“ Prince Vangelis,” Timaeus said as he greeted the man with a low bow, “ Apologies for our tardiness and needing to meet in here. We weren’t expecting such important guests as yourself this morning.” Although the words within themself seemed accusatory, Timaeus hoped that his sincere tone was enough to offset the language. It was true, Timaeus was sincerely sorry about the less than ideal circumstances that the Valaoritis boys had greeted Vangelis with as the prince could very easily take offense being made to wait in a dining hall of all places. But there weren’t any other options given the circumstances. Timaeus could only thank the gods that he had the foresight to get ready for his date with Nana early so at least he looked the part of a well-put-together Baron.
However, it appeared that his concerns were misplaced when Vangelis commended him on his actions during that tumultuous week where Colchis thought that Vangelis was the king. It was true, Timaeus had stood unwaveringly at Zanon’s side during that brief period and had done whatever he could to help the other man shoulder the burden placed upon him. But it was hardly something that Timaeus thought that he deserved thanks for -- his actions were just what barons like him were expected to do in their leige family’s time of need. As the Baron of Eubocris, it was his duty to help the Kotas, no matter how hellbent the head seemed to be on punishing Tim’s brother.
The Valaoritis was about to humbly deflect the praise that Vangelis was putting onto him -- another thing that Colchians were expected to do -- when the Stone Prince decided that there was no need to beat around the bush and get right down to business. Timaeus was momentarily stunned as the speed which Vangelis went from the closest thing the man could come to praise to accusing the men of deceit -- which was true. He shook himself out of it quietly though and quickly clasped his hands behind his back to hide the slight tremor in them. This was the only sign of how nervous Tim was about how threatening Vangelis had become, somewhat dashing the hopes that this will go well.
“ Ah yes. That.” Timaeus said as he glanced about the room. This was not the ideal situation to be talking about that evening on the Kotas steps, not when Vangelis had his hand resting so casually on his sword and Silanos was in reasonable stabbing distance. There was really only one way Timaeus could think of diffusing things, especially given that he needed to think fast on his feet.
“ Come let’s sit. There’s no reason to stand for such a lengthy discussion.” He said while motioning to the table. The Baron even moved forward to pull out a chair for the prince as he called over to Silanos, “ Brother,” Timaeus was very particular in this form of address if only to slyly remind Vangelis of the fact that even though Silanos was no better than the scum on their shoes, he was still Timaeus’s brother and heir, “ Go into the hall and tell the waiting staff to bring refreshment from the kitchens and well watered-down wine.” A glare that was hidden from Vang made it clear to Silanos that not only was he to move quickly, but he was not to take this instruction as a chance to escape or he would soon be needing coins for the ferryman.
With this, Timaeus circled the other side of the table and took a seat across from Vang so that they may speak without the long, uncomfortable distance of the table between them. However, with the momentary distraction now past, Timaeus now knew he had to face the music and start explaining what had happened that night as Silanos slipped back into the room and wisely took a place in the corner of the room and not at the table. However, Timaeus did not want to be forthcoming on a single detail of the night until he knew what Vang knew. After all, if there was a chance that the boys could get away with a few of the harsher details… Timaeus wanted to take it.
So, his words were cautious as he addressed the elephant in the room. “ I think I can safely speak for both my brother and I when I say that we sincerely did not mean for things to escalate to the levels that they did that night. Alcohol can make a man do things that he does not normally think he would be capable of.” Timaeus carefully watched Vangelis’s expression, unsure that if the other man would accept the common truth that all drunks knew as the basis for a defense. In truth, if any of the men had been sober that evening things would have ended completely differently. Silanos would not have kissed Princess Evras, Timaeus would not have lied to Zanon, and Zanon would not have killed the slave boy. If just one of them refused that wretched drink that evening, things would have been very, very different.
But would Vangelis see it that way too?
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Timaeus breathed a sigh of relief when Silanos agreed to the instructions that the elder Valaoritis had set upon him. That was most certainly a change of pace from what the Baron had been expecting. After all, every other time Timaeus had tried to instill some sort of rule usually ended in an explosion of anger. Not once had a single change to Sil’s life gone smoothly. There was always some sort of violence attached to it -- whether it was Timaeus yelling, Sil running away, or the boys hitting each other; everything always ended in some sort of fight.
He had expected that from Silanos this time too. It would be a lie to say that Timaeus hadn’t expected some sort of defense that Silanos should be able to explain himself to the Prince. Or some sort of cry about how it was his crime and that he should fix it -- frustratingly unaware how serious things were and that Vangelis was not as dumb as Tim’s heir thought he was. No, it was much better that Silanos did not speak unless he was directly addressed. That way maybe they could make it out of here just by the skin of their teeth.
Maybe.
“ Good.” Timaeus as he slowly began to calm his racing heart and tried to hide the infuriated expression on his face. (Honestly, in recent weeks, it felt like that look was permanently etched into his skin.) The Baron knew that he couldn’t waltz into that room looking as if he was ready to kill a man. He needed to be cool, calm and collected if they were to stand a chance. As he forced the panic from his chest, a rational thought entered his mind and as soon as it formed, he uttered it aloud as a way to bring comfort to both boys before they headed into the lion’s den. “ He won’t do anything that will bring public shame to his sisters. Vangelis won’t risk their reputations by killing you.” It seemed logical enough. Even though no one in the room liked it, Silanos was Timaeus’s heir. If the boy died, even in secret, there would be questions and that could run the risk of the Valaoritis’s crimes being uncovered. Plus not to mention, killing Silanos would severely damage the reputation between the Kotas and Valaoritis houses. Vangelis won’t be foolhardy enough to bring those consequences upon his own family… would he?
Timaeus could only hope that this was the case as he and Silanos made their way to the dining hall. If the Valaoritis wasn’t so afraid of stoking his anger again, he may have put his hand on Sil’s shoulder to practically steer him down the halls between the family’s private quarters and where Vang waited for them. That was how little trust the elder Valaoritis held in his brother. He didn’t truly believe that Silanos wouldn’t try to duck away and flee in the short walk. How did things get so bad that Timaeus couldn’t even scrounge up enough trust within his brother to do that?
So, it may have appeared to be strange when Silanos took the lead when entering the dining room, but it was a necessity in Tim’s mind. If given the chance, Sil would run. Timaeus could not give him that opportunity as it would make things infinitely worse if only one Valaoritis brother appeared when Vangelis had requested the two of them. However, this fear was abated when the two of them finally crossed the threshold and came face to face with the Blood General himself.
“ Prince Vangelis,” Timaeus said as he greeted the man with a low bow, “ Apologies for our tardiness and needing to meet in here. We weren’t expecting such important guests as yourself this morning.” Although the words within themself seemed accusatory, Timaeus hoped that his sincere tone was enough to offset the language. It was true, Timaeus was sincerely sorry about the less than ideal circumstances that the Valaoritis boys had greeted Vangelis with as the prince could very easily take offense being made to wait in a dining hall of all places. But there weren’t any other options given the circumstances. Timaeus could only thank the gods that he had the foresight to get ready for his date with Nana early so at least he looked the part of a well-put-together Baron.
However, it appeared that his concerns were misplaced when Vangelis commended him on his actions during that tumultuous week where Colchis thought that Vangelis was the king. It was true, Timaeus had stood unwaveringly at Zanon’s side during that brief period and had done whatever he could to help the other man shoulder the burden placed upon him. But it was hardly something that Timaeus thought that he deserved thanks for -- his actions were just what barons like him were expected to do in their leige family’s time of need. As the Baron of Eubocris, it was his duty to help the Kotas, no matter how hellbent the head seemed to be on punishing Tim’s brother.
The Valaoritis was about to humbly deflect the praise that Vangelis was putting onto him -- another thing that Colchians were expected to do -- when the Stone Prince decided that there was no need to beat around the bush and get right down to business. Timaeus was momentarily stunned as the speed which Vangelis went from the closest thing the man could come to praise to accusing the men of deceit -- which was true. He shook himself out of it quietly though and quickly clasped his hands behind his back to hide the slight tremor in them. This was the only sign of how nervous Tim was about how threatening Vangelis had become, somewhat dashing the hopes that this will go well.
“ Ah yes. That.” Timaeus said as he glanced about the room. This was not the ideal situation to be talking about that evening on the Kotas steps, not when Vangelis had his hand resting so casually on his sword and Silanos was in reasonable stabbing distance. There was really only one way Timaeus could think of diffusing things, especially given that he needed to think fast on his feet.
“ Come let’s sit. There’s no reason to stand for such a lengthy discussion.” He said while motioning to the table. The Baron even moved forward to pull out a chair for the prince as he called over to Silanos, “ Brother,” Timaeus was very particular in this form of address if only to slyly remind Vangelis of the fact that even though Silanos was no better than the scum on their shoes, he was still Timaeus’s brother and heir, “ Go into the hall and tell the waiting staff to bring refreshment from the kitchens and well watered-down wine.” A glare that was hidden from Vang made it clear to Silanos that not only was he to move quickly, but he was not to take this instruction as a chance to escape or he would soon be needing coins for the ferryman.
With this, Timaeus circled the other side of the table and took a seat across from Vang so that they may speak without the long, uncomfortable distance of the table between them. However, with the momentary distraction now past, Timaeus now knew he had to face the music and start explaining what had happened that night as Silanos slipped back into the room and wisely took a place in the corner of the room and not at the table. However, Timaeus did not want to be forthcoming on a single detail of the night until he knew what Vang knew. After all, if there was a chance that the boys could get away with a few of the harsher details… Timaeus wanted to take it.
So, his words were cautious as he addressed the elephant in the room. “ I think I can safely speak for both my brother and I when I say that we sincerely did not mean for things to escalate to the levels that they did that night. Alcohol can make a man do things that he does not normally think he would be capable of.” Timaeus carefully watched Vangelis’s expression, unsure that if the other man would accept the common truth that all drunks knew as the basis for a defense. In truth, if any of the men had been sober that evening things would have ended completely differently. Silanos would not have kissed Princess Evras, Timaeus would not have lied to Zanon, and Zanon would not have killed the slave boy. If just one of them refused that wretched drink that evening, things would have been very, very different.
But would Vangelis see it that way too?
Timaeus breathed a sigh of relief when Silanos agreed to the instructions that the elder Valaoritis had set upon him. That was most certainly a change of pace from what the Baron had been expecting. After all, every other time Timaeus had tried to instill some sort of rule usually ended in an explosion of anger. Not once had a single change to Sil’s life gone smoothly. There was always some sort of violence attached to it -- whether it was Timaeus yelling, Sil running away, or the boys hitting each other; everything always ended in some sort of fight.
He had expected that from Silanos this time too. It would be a lie to say that Timaeus hadn’t expected some sort of defense that Silanos should be able to explain himself to the Prince. Or some sort of cry about how it was his crime and that he should fix it -- frustratingly unaware how serious things were and that Vangelis was not as dumb as Tim’s heir thought he was. No, it was much better that Silanos did not speak unless he was directly addressed. That way maybe they could make it out of here just by the skin of their teeth.
Maybe.
“ Good.” Timaeus as he slowly began to calm his racing heart and tried to hide the infuriated expression on his face. (Honestly, in recent weeks, it felt like that look was permanently etched into his skin.) The Baron knew that he couldn’t waltz into that room looking as if he was ready to kill a man. He needed to be cool, calm and collected if they were to stand a chance. As he forced the panic from his chest, a rational thought entered his mind and as soon as it formed, he uttered it aloud as a way to bring comfort to both boys before they headed into the lion’s den. “ He won’t do anything that will bring public shame to his sisters. Vangelis won’t risk their reputations by killing you.” It seemed logical enough. Even though no one in the room liked it, Silanos was Timaeus’s heir. If the boy died, even in secret, there would be questions and that could run the risk of the Valaoritis’s crimes being uncovered. Plus not to mention, killing Silanos would severely damage the reputation between the Kotas and Valaoritis houses. Vangelis won’t be foolhardy enough to bring those consequences upon his own family… would he?
Timaeus could only hope that this was the case as he and Silanos made their way to the dining hall. If the Valaoritis wasn’t so afraid of stoking his anger again, he may have put his hand on Sil’s shoulder to practically steer him down the halls between the family’s private quarters and where Vang waited for them. That was how little trust the elder Valaoritis held in his brother. He didn’t truly believe that Silanos wouldn’t try to duck away and flee in the short walk. How did things get so bad that Timaeus couldn’t even scrounge up enough trust within his brother to do that?
So, it may have appeared to be strange when Silanos took the lead when entering the dining room, but it was a necessity in Tim’s mind. If given the chance, Sil would run. Timaeus could not give him that opportunity as it would make things infinitely worse if only one Valaoritis brother appeared when Vangelis had requested the two of them. However, this fear was abated when the two of them finally crossed the threshold and came face to face with the Blood General himself.
“ Prince Vangelis,” Timaeus said as he greeted the man with a low bow, “ Apologies for our tardiness and needing to meet in here. We weren’t expecting such important guests as yourself this morning.” Although the words within themself seemed accusatory, Timaeus hoped that his sincere tone was enough to offset the language. It was true, Timaeus was sincerely sorry about the less than ideal circumstances that the Valaoritis boys had greeted Vangelis with as the prince could very easily take offense being made to wait in a dining hall of all places. But there weren’t any other options given the circumstances. Timaeus could only thank the gods that he had the foresight to get ready for his date with Nana early so at least he looked the part of a well-put-together Baron.
However, it appeared that his concerns were misplaced when Vangelis commended him on his actions during that tumultuous week where Colchis thought that Vangelis was the king. It was true, Timaeus had stood unwaveringly at Zanon’s side during that brief period and had done whatever he could to help the other man shoulder the burden placed upon him. But it was hardly something that Timaeus thought that he deserved thanks for -- his actions were just what barons like him were expected to do in their leige family’s time of need. As the Baron of Eubocris, it was his duty to help the Kotas, no matter how hellbent the head seemed to be on punishing Tim’s brother.
The Valaoritis was about to humbly deflect the praise that Vangelis was putting onto him -- another thing that Colchians were expected to do -- when the Stone Prince decided that there was no need to beat around the bush and get right down to business. Timaeus was momentarily stunned as the speed which Vangelis went from the closest thing the man could come to praise to accusing the men of deceit -- which was true. He shook himself out of it quietly though and quickly clasped his hands behind his back to hide the slight tremor in them. This was the only sign of how nervous Tim was about how threatening Vangelis had become, somewhat dashing the hopes that this will go well.
“ Ah yes. That.” Timaeus said as he glanced about the room. This was not the ideal situation to be talking about that evening on the Kotas steps, not when Vangelis had his hand resting so casually on his sword and Silanos was in reasonable stabbing distance. There was really only one way Timaeus could think of diffusing things, especially given that he needed to think fast on his feet.
“ Come let’s sit. There’s no reason to stand for such a lengthy discussion.” He said while motioning to the table. The Baron even moved forward to pull out a chair for the prince as he called over to Silanos, “ Brother,” Timaeus was very particular in this form of address if only to slyly remind Vangelis of the fact that even though Silanos was no better than the scum on their shoes, he was still Timaeus’s brother and heir, “ Go into the hall and tell the waiting staff to bring refreshment from the kitchens and well watered-down wine.” A glare that was hidden from Vang made it clear to Silanos that not only was he to move quickly, but he was not to take this instruction as a chance to escape or he would soon be needing coins for the ferryman.
With this, Timaeus circled the other side of the table and took a seat across from Vang so that they may speak without the long, uncomfortable distance of the table between them. However, with the momentary distraction now past, Timaeus now knew he had to face the music and start explaining what had happened that night as Silanos slipped back into the room and wisely took a place in the corner of the room and not at the table. However, Timaeus did not want to be forthcoming on a single detail of the night until he knew what Vang knew. After all, if there was a chance that the boys could get away with a few of the harsher details… Timaeus wanted to take it.
So, his words were cautious as he addressed the elephant in the room. “ I think I can safely speak for both my brother and I when I say that we sincerely did not mean for things to escalate to the levels that they did that night. Alcohol can make a man do things that he does not normally think he would be capable of.” Timaeus carefully watched Vangelis’s expression, unsure that if the other man would accept the common truth that all drunks knew as the basis for a defense. In truth, if any of the men had been sober that evening things would have ended completely differently. Silanos would not have kissed Princess Evras, Timaeus would not have lied to Zanon, and Zanon would not have killed the slave boy. If just one of them refused that wretched drink that evening, things would have been very, very different.
But would Vangelis see it that way too?
Silanos tried to take some comfort in his brother’s rational suggestion that the Crown Prince would not want to give the matter any further elevation by making it the subject of rumour and gossip. Tried to. But as he walked into the dining room and was faced with the towering figure of the stone prince, he decided he did not feel particularly rational, as it turned out. Glad then, that his brother’s orders precluded him from having to speak, he stood back and let his sibling make the necessary greetings, though they were received with disinterest from their guest. Indeed, Silanos’ gaze tracked that of the Prince to where it rested upon the Valaoritis crest and his hands curled into fists.
Stop drawing it out he wanted to say, just get on with it and be done. But his promise to Tim kept him silent, and so he just stood, chewed on the inside of his cheek as he looked on warily. When Prince Vangelis began to speak, the young lord sent a confused look toward his brother. It sounded more as if the Kotas man was praising Timaeus than anything, and for the briefest of moments, Silanos let himself think that they had been mistaken, that the fates had not yet come to collect. It was a pleasing thought, for the flicker of time that he could believe it.
But just as soon as it had come, the notion was ripped away again, Silanos barely suppressing a flinch when the Kotas Prince turned abruptly and landed what was the real point of his meandering praise of Timaeus’ efforts. Had there been any colour in Sil’s face it would have drained away then, but he was already pale and shadowed under the eyes. He was counting the steps it would take him to reach the door, choosing the path that would keep him furthest from Princ Vangelis but before Silanos could succumb to that urge to flee, his brother was speaking, bidding the Prince sit and sending Sil...somewhere.
For a moment, he blinked back at Timaeus, frozen, until swallowing, the younger man gave a nod and hurried from the room. Outside the door, he stopped a moment, pressed his back against the cool whitewashed stone and tried to remember that he was supposed to breathe. Fuck. He tried to focus and cast his eyes about him to register the presence of the waiting staff who eyed him apprehensively but Silanos spoke only briefly to pass on his brother’s request and then reluctantly returned to the room he had just left.
It went against all of his instinct to do it, but he knew he had thrown himself upon Timaeus’ mercy now and if his brother was to take his part in this then Sil needed to just keep his head down and try and trust that the man would not forsake him now.
When he entered, it was to find both men seated, and Silanos glanced at Tim, hesitating a moment before moving to lean against the far wall. At first, he affected his usual armour of nonchalance, but found it hindered rather than helped, and instead stood straight and clasped his hands behind his back so that it would not be so apparent how tightly they gripped one another. He was looking at the floor when his brother began to offer some attempt at an explanation and held his tongue as he’d been told to. Maybe Timaeus could diffuse this all, talk the Crown Prince around? But that was a far-reaching wish, and he knew it, could only play spectator to the conversation that unfolded before him and hope that his brother stayed true to his word.
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Silanos tried to take some comfort in his brother’s rational suggestion that the Crown Prince would not want to give the matter any further elevation by making it the subject of rumour and gossip. Tried to. But as he walked into the dining room and was faced with the towering figure of the stone prince, he decided he did not feel particularly rational, as it turned out. Glad then, that his brother’s orders precluded him from having to speak, he stood back and let his sibling make the necessary greetings, though they were received with disinterest from their guest. Indeed, Silanos’ gaze tracked that of the Prince to where it rested upon the Valaoritis crest and his hands curled into fists.
Stop drawing it out he wanted to say, just get on with it and be done. But his promise to Tim kept him silent, and so he just stood, chewed on the inside of his cheek as he looked on warily. When Prince Vangelis began to speak, the young lord sent a confused look toward his brother. It sounded more as if the Kotas man was praising Timaeus than anything, and for the briefest of moments, Silanos let himself think that they had been mistaken, that the fates had not yet come to collect. It was a pleasing thought, for the flicker of time that he could believe it.
But just as soon as it had come, the notion was ripped away again, Silanos barely suppressing a flinch when the Kotas Prince turned abruptly and landed what was the real point of his meandering praise of Timaeus’ efforts. Had there been any colour in Sil’s face it would have drained away then, but he was already pale and shadowed under the eyes. He was counting the steps it would take him to reach the door, choosing the path that would keep him furthest from Princ Vangelis but before Silanos could succumb to that urge to flee, his brother was speaking, bidding the Prince sit and sending Sil...somewhere.
For a moment, he blinked back at Timaeus, frozen, until swallowing, the younger man gave a nod and hurried from the room. Outside the door, he stopped a moment, pressed his back against the cool whitewashed stone and tried to remember that he was supposed to breathe. Fuck. He tried to focus and cast his eyes about him to register the presence of the waiting staff who eyed him apprehensively but Silanos spoke only briefly to pass on his brother’s request and then reluctantly returned to the room he had just left.
It went against all of his instinct to do it, but he knew he had thrown himself upon Timaeus’ mercy now and if his brother was to take his part in this then Sil needed to just keep his head down and try and trust that the man would not forsake him now.
When he entered, it was to find both men seated, and Silanos glanced at Tim, hesitating a moment before moving to lean against the far wall. At first, he affected his usual armour of nonchalance, but found it hindered rather than helped, and instead stood straight and clasped his hands behind his back so that it would not be so apparent how tightly they gripped one another. He was looking at the floor when his brother began to offer some attempt at an explanation and held his tongue as he’d been told to. Maybe Timaeus could diffuse this all, talk the Crown Prince around? But that was a far-reaching wish, and he knew it, could only play spectator to the conversation that unfolded before him and hope that his brother stayed true to his word.
Silanos tried to take some comfort in his brother’s rational suggestion that the Crown Prince would not want to give the matter any further elevation by making it the subject of rumour and gossip. Tried to. But as he walked into the dining room and was faced with the towering figure of the stone prince, he decided he did not feel particularly rational, as it turned out. Glad then, that his brother’s orders precluded him from having to speak, he stood back and let his sibling make the necessary greetings, though they were received with disinterest from their guest. Indeed, Silanos’ gaze tracked that of the Prince to where it rested upon the Valaoritis crest and his hands curled into fists.
Stop drawing it out he wanted to say, just get on with it and be done. But his promise to Tim kept him silent, and so he just stood, chewed on the inside of his cheek as he looked on warily. When Prince Vangelis began to speak, the young lord sent a confused look toward his brother. It sounded more as if the Kotas man was praising Timaeus than anything, and for the briefest of moments, Silanos let himself think that they had been mistaken, that the fates had not yet come to collect. It was a pleasing thought, for the flicker of time that he could believe it.
But just as soon as it had come, the notion was ripped away again, Silanos barely suppressing a flinch when the Kotas Prince turned abruptly and landed what was the real point of his meandering praise of Timaeus’ efforts. Had there been any colour in Sil’s face it would have drained away then, but he was already pale and shadowed under the eyes. He was counting the steps it would take him to reach the door, choosing the path that would keep him furthest from Princ Vangelis but before Silanos could succumb to that urge to flee, his brother was speaking, bidding the Prince sit and sending Sil...somewhere.
For a moment, he blinked back at Timaeus, frozen, until swallowing, the younger man gave a nod and hurried from the room. Outside the door, he stopped a moment, pressed his back against the cool whitewashed stone and tried to remember that he was supposed to breathe. Fuck. He tried to focus and cast his eyes about him to register the presence of the waiting staff who eyed him apprehensively but Silanos spoke only briefly to pass on his brother’s request and then reluctantly returned to the room he had just left.
It went against all of his instinct to do it, but he knew he had thrown himself upon Timaeus’ mercy now and if his brother was to take his part in this then Sil needed to just keep his head down and try and trust that the man would not forsake him now.
When he entered, it was to find both men seated, and Silanos glanced at Tim, hesitating a moment before moving to lean against the far wall. At first, he affected his usual armour of nonchalance, but found it hindered rather than helped, and instead stood straight and clasped his hands behind his back so that it would not be so apparent how tightly they gripped one another. He was looking at the floor when his brother began to offer some attempt at an explanation and held his tongue as he’d been told to. Maybe Timaeus could diffuse this all, talk the Crown Prince around? But that was a far-reaching wish, and he knew it, could only play spectator to the conversation that unfolded before him and hope that his brother stayed true to his word.
Vangelis watched as his words had an appropriate effect on both of the men. The calm and welcoming words that had been spoken were suddenly replaced by a tension in the air as the crown prince made it very clear that he was not within their walls for a simple chatter. That he was fully aware of the issues at hand and that there was no hope in the Gods that he would allow it to rest untackled. He was here to make both peace and war and he would not leave until such was done. In what order, it remained to be seen.
When Timaeus offered him a seat, Vangelis was initially determined to deny it. A simple 'I'll stand', would have kept him on his feet, his limbs and muscles engaged and his anger simmering under their control. Yet, reminding himself to compartmentalise; to accept that his aggression was directed at Silanos and not the loyalty of his brother, Vangelis accepted that he would not stand on a display of petty power. Instead, he removed the blade at his hip with a keening swish of metal and set it upon the long wooden table, the lack of it at his waist permitting him to sit without it tangling in his legs or becoming caught on the chair. It also kept it in easy reach.
Settling himself in the chair and turning it so that he might sit with only one leg in the shadow of the table, his body twisted to face towards where Silanos hid in the corner, even whilst his words and gaze remained on Timaeus, Vangelis appeared the image of a relaxed predator. His elbow and fingertips rested on the tabletop as he listened to Timaeus' explanation, his eyes turning to the perpetrator whilst Tim spoke, but moving back to him when he replied.
"Actions can be blamed upon drink, most certainly." Vangelis agreed with the man for a moment. "Yet the choice to drink makes such actions - drunk or otherwise - your responsibility."
It was clear that Vangelis would accept nothing of an excuse when it came to what Silanos had consumed that night. Or any of them for that matter. As a man who didn't drink at all, he held no leniencies and no acceptance of the lack of rational consideration that led men to become intoxicated enough not to be able to control their own choices. Silanos had placed himself into such a situation and he could not blame gravity for making him fall when he had been the one to jump from the cliff.
"Were you also drunk when you kissed my sister, Silanos?" He asked, turning his attention to the silent man in the corner.
If Vangelis' voice had sounded dangerous when discussing the lies to his brother, it trebled under the threat to his sister's chastity. Zanon could look after himself and didn't need big brother to fight his battles. Athanasia on the other hand...?
Despite his expression never changing, Vangelis' eyes, the colour of the ocean seemed somehow able to burn with the fire of a murderous light...
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Vangelis watched as his words had an appropriate effect on both of the men. The calm and welcoming words that had been spoken were suddenly replaced by a tension in the air as the crown prince made it very clear that he was not within their walls for a simple chatter. That he was fully aware of the issues at hand and that there was no hope in the Gods that he would allow it to rest untackled. He was here to make both peace and war and he would not leave until such was done. In what order, it remained to be seen.
When Timaeus offered him a seat, Vangelis was initially determined to deny it. A simple 'I'll stand', would have kept him on his feet, his limbs and muscles engaged and his anger simmering under their control. Yet, reminding himself to compartmentalise; to accept that his aggression was directed at Silanos and not the loyalty of his brother, Vangelis accepted that he would not stand on a display of petty power. Instead, he removed the blade at his hip with a keening swish of metal and set it upon the long wooden table, the lack of it at his waist permitting him to sit without it tangling in his legs or becoming caught on the chair. It also kept it in easy reach.
Settling himself in the chair and turning it so that he might sit with only one leg in the shadow of the table, his body twisted to face towards where Silanos hid in the corner, even whilst his words and gaze remained on Timaeus, Vangelis appeared the image of a relaxed predator. His elbow and fingertips rested on the tabletop as he listened to Timaeus' explanation, his eyes turning to the perpetrator whilst Tim spoke, but moving back to him when he replied.
"Actions can be blamed upon drink, most certainly." Vangelis agreed with the man for a moment. "Yet the choice to drink makes such actions - drunk or otherwise - your responsibility."
It was clear that Vangelis would accept nothing of an excuse when it came to what Silanos had consumed that night. Or any of them for that matter. As a man who didn't drink at all, he held no leniencies and no acceptance of the lack of rational consideration that led men to become intoxicated enough not to be able to control their own choices. Silanos had placed himself into such a situation and he could not blame gravity for making him fall when he had been the one to jump from the cliff.
"Were you also drunk when you kissed my sister, Silanos?" He asked, turning his attention to the silent man in the corner.
If Vangelis' voice had sounded dangerous when discussing the lies to his brother, it trebled under the threat to his sister's chastity. Zanon could look after himself and didn't need big brother to fight his battles. Athanasia on the other hand...?
Despite his expression never changing, Vangelis' eyes, the colour of the ocean seemed somehow able to burn with the fire of a murderous light...
Vangelis watched as his words had an appropriate effect on both of the men. The calm and welcoming words that had been spoken were suddenly replaced by a tension in the air as the crown prince made it very clear that he was not within their walls for a simple chatter. That he was fully aware of the issues at hand and that there was no hope in the Gods that he would allow it to rest untackled. He was here to make both peace and war and he would not leave until such was done. In what order, it remained to be seen.
When Timaeus offered him a seat, Vangelis was initially determined to deny it. A simple 'I'll stand', would have kept him on his feet, his limbs and muscles engaged and his anger simmering under their control. Yet, reminding himself to compartmentalise; to accept that his aggression was directed at Silanos and not the loyalty of his brother, Vangelis accepted that he would not stand on a display of petty power. Instead, he removed the blade at his hip with a keening swish of metal and set it upon the long wooden table, the lack of it at his waist permitting him to sit without it tangling in his legs or becoming caught on the chair. It also kept it in easy reach.
Settling himself in the chair and turning it so that he might sit with only one leg in the shadow of the table, his body twisted to face towards where Silanos hid in the corner, even whilst his words and gaze remained on Timaeus, Vangelis appeared the image of a relaxed predator. His elbow and fingertips rested on the tabletop as he listened to Timaeus' explanation, his eyes turning to the perpetrator whilst Tim spoke, but moving back to him when he replied.
"Actions can be blamed upon drink, most certainly." Vangelis agreed with the man for a moment. "Yet the choice to drink makes such actions - drunk or otherwise - your responsibility."
It was clear that Vangelis would accept nothing of an excuse when it came to what Silanos had consumed that night. Or any of them for that matter. As a man who didn't drink at all, he held no leniencies and no acceptance of the lack of rational consideration that led men to become intoxicated enough not to be able to control their own choices. Silanos had placed himself into such a situation and he could not blame gravity for making him fall when he had been the one to jump from the cliff.
"Were you also drunk when you kissed my sister, Silanos?" He asked, turning his attention to the silent man in the corner.
If Vangelis' voice had sounded dangerous when discussing the lies to his brother, it trebled under the threat to his sister's chastity. Zanon could look after himself and didn't need big brother to fight his battles. Athanasia on the other hand...?
Despite his expression never changing, Vangelis' eyes, the colour of the ocean seemed somehow able to burn with the fire of a murderous light...
Timaeus was more than grateful that his momentary distraction was followed through without much protest from the other two people in the room with the Baron. He was not entirely set at ease though when Vangelis unsheathed his sword and laid it across the table, but the Baron didn’t say anything. He only hesitantly gulped as he realized that instead of Silanos,he was not in stabbing distance. Timaeus would now have to be even more careful to not set off the man who seemed to be more than eager to leave with a Valaoritis head swinging from his belt.
However, things seemed to calm a bit as Timaeus started to explain the family’s action on the night of the first incident. To the baron’s surprise, the Prince appeared to be marginally receptive to the Valaoritis’s words.
Marginally.
“ Yes, erm... exactly.” Timaeus said as his eyes drifted downwards. It was clear from the small beads of sweat forming on his forehead and the ever so slight fidgeting in his seat that there was something that the Baron wanted to say. The man clearly had a reason for bringing up the fact that alcohol had an influence on the actions that occurred that evening at the Kotas manor, but Timaeus didn’t know if it was safe to say what was on his mind with the Crown Prince already agitated and his sword within skewering distance. After all, how does a person who has already been condemned in the eyes of his guest tactfully say the Valaoritis boys were not the only ones drinking that night? How on earth could Timaeus admit that he had sat with Zanon as two men downed goblet after goblet of wine? And was there any way to politely say that the younger prince had a lower tolerance for the powers of the drink than the Baron?
Timaeus did not want to cast the blame upon Zanon for what had happened. He was not dumb enough to point the finger at a Kotas when the loyalty to his siblings is what brought Vangelis here in the first place. That was surely suicide -- especially as both sides could agree that Silanos was at fault for kissing Evras in the first place. That much could not be denied, but it was true that if Zanon had been sober and understood who was on the doorstep things would have been very different and that slave would not have died. This is where the problem lied in Timaeus’s eyes. Prince Vangelis’s opening gambit seemed to imply that the lie the Baron had told was the true crime that had to be settled here, not the crimes of Silanos.
In that regard, Timaeus’s justifications for that night were simple. He and Zanon had too much to drink as they went over reports. Both men were heavily intoxicated, but the Baron was able to hold his own wits together due to the high tolerance from his own alcoholic activities. It was because of the drink that Zanon reached for his sword and Timaeus did not think to talk the man down. It was just a series of bad decisions made by Kotas and Valaoritis alike that resulted in the death of that slave. It did not fully excuse the Valaoritis family, especially that did not justify any of Silanos’s actions as they were entirely separate from the friendly politics that occurred that night. However, Timaeus thought that this explanation would, at least, lessen whatever punishment Vangelis would bring down upon them.
But that solely depended on the lie being the crime that Vangelis was seeking retribution for.
It finally dawned on Timaeus that this was not the case when the Crown Prince turned to Silanos and interrogated the boy. The Baron’s jaw dropped into a small o as he noted the raw emotion that came with the accusation. This was the crime that Vangelis was eager to draw his sword over. Not keeping Zanon in the dark, but instead Silanos making advances on the princesses. Timaeus instantly felt very stupid for allowing himself to take Vangelis’s words too literally and focus on a defense that might not ultimately matter. He had allowed himself to get too intimidated by the anger of this man to forget the fears that had been plaguing his household for months.
With his focus now properly on the right target, Timaeus’s mind began whirring with ideas on how to calm Vangelis down just enough that this meeting would not end with bloodshed. The Baron did not want to have a repeat of the night when Silanos kissed Evras to occur in his own home. That was why the man interjected before Silanos even had a chance to open his mouth and make the situation even worse, “ I think we need to hear from my brother what occurred that night -- in full detail so we might know what can be done to rectify this.” His tone was stern and commanding, but directed solely at Silanos who the Baron beckoned forward with the smallest wave of a hand. His words were not kind, nor was Timaeus’s expression as the Baron could guess that this rage Vangelis had was not for Evras, but instead for the other incident. The one that the elder Valaoritis had only just been informed of that morning.
As Silanos came forward, Timaeus shot the boy warning glare that he better not lie or mince his words in front of the Crown Prince. Though, truthfully Timaeus thought that the sword on the table would be enough of a reminder of that. It was during this brief moment before Silanos defended himself that Timaeus turned to glance back the Kotas head to say in a sincere and apologetic tone, showing that the Valaoritis Baron meant to follow through with his next statement. “ I am not foolish enough to assume that whatever is going to come out of my brother’s mouth will excuse or lessen the impact of his careless actions.” Although the man was speaking to the Crown Prince, the slight tenseness to his voice made it clear that it was also an instruction to his brother to not try to cast the blame elsewhere on what happened with Asia. If he thought he would garner sympathy, it would be easier for the boy to know that it would be falling on deaf ears.
“ I am also aware that in some ways my brother’s crimes cannot be righted, but I am hopeful that after he speaks, we can find a solution to repay these debts to you and your family. The Kotas and Valaoritis have stood together for far too long to allow such a rift to grow because of the actions of one foolish boy.” The baron was fully aware that it was a bit of gamble to begin to open the door to discussing what the punishment for these crimes will be before the boy even spoke, but Timaeus hoped that it would show that the Valaoritis household was sincere in its intentions to fix the mistakes that Silanos had made; even as the Baron was completely in the dark when it came to the crimes his brother was about to confess.
All Timaeus could hope for was when he raised an eyebrow at Silanos, encouraging him to begin, that the Baron did not accidentally just agree to sign the boy’s death warrant.
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Timaeus was more than grateful that his momentary distraction was followed through without much protest from the other two people in the room with the Baron. He was not entirely set at ease though when Vangelis unsheathed his sword and laid it across the table, but the Baron didn’t say anything. He only hesitantly gulped as he realized that instead of Silanos,he was not in stabbing distance. Timaeus would now have to be even more careful to not set off the man who seemed to be more than eager to leave with a Valaoritis head swinging from his belt.
However, things seemed to calm a bit as Timaeus started to explain the family’s action on the night of the first incident. To the baron’s surprise, the Prince appeared to be marginally receptive to the Valaoritis’s words.
Marginally.
“ Yes, erm... exactly.” Timaeus said as his eyes drifted downwards. It was clear from the small beads of sweat forming on his forehead and the ever so slight fidgeting in his seat that there was something that the Baron wanted to say. The man clearly had a reason for bringing up the fact that alcohol had an influence on the actions that occurred that evening at the Kotas manor, but Timaeus didn’t know if it was safe to say what was on his mind with the Crown Prince already agitated and his sword within skewering distance. After all, how does a person who has already been condemned in the eyes of his guest tactfully say the Valaoritis boys were not the only ones drinking that night? How on earth could Timaeus admit that he had sat with Zanon as two men downed goblet after goblet of wine? And was there any way to politely say that the younger prince had a lower tolerance for the powers of the drink than the Baron?
Timaeus did not want to cast the blame upon Zanon for what had happened. He was not dumb enough to point the finger at a Kotas when the loyalty to his siblings is what brought Vangelis here in the first place. That was surely suicide -- especially as both sides could agree that Silanos was at fault for kissing Evras in the first place. That much could not be denied, but it was true that if Zanon had been sober and understood who was on the doorstep things would have been very different and that slave would not have died. This is where the problem lied in Timaeus’s eyes. Prince Vangelis’s opening gambit seemed to imply that the lie the Baron had told was the true crime that had to be settled here, not the crimes of Silanos.
In that regard, Timaeus’s justifications for that night were simple. He and Zanon had too much to drink as they went over reports. Both men were heavily intoxicated, but the Baron was able to hold his own wits together due to the high tolerance from his own alcoholic activities. It was because of the drink that Zanon reached for his sword and Timaeus did not think to talk the man down. It was just a series of bad decisions made by Kotas and Valaoritis alike that resulted in the death of that slave. It did not fully excuse the Valaoritis family, especially that did not justify any of Silanos’s actions as they were entirely separate from the friendly politics that occurred that night. However, Timaeus thought that this explanation would, at least, lessen whatever punishment Vangelis would bring down upon them.
But that solely depended on the lie being the crime that Vangelis was seeking retribution for.
It finally dawned on Timaeus that this was not the case when the Crown Prince turned to Silanos and interrogated the boy. The Baron’s jaw dropped into a small o as he noted the raw emotion that came with the accusation. This was the crime that Vangelis was eager to draw his sword over. Not keeping Zanon in the dark, but instead Silanos making advances on the princesses. Timaeus instantly felt very stupid for allowing himself to take Vangelis’s words too literally and focus on a defense that might not ultimately matter. He had allowed himself to get too intimidated by the anger of this man to forget the fears that had been plaguing his household for months.
With his focus now properly on the right target, Timaeus’s mind began whirring with ideas on how to calm Vangelis down just enough that this meeting would not end with bloodshed. The Baron did not want to have a repeat of the night when Silanos kissed Evras to occur in his own home. That was why the man interjected before Silanos even had a chance to open his mouth and make the situation even worse, “ I think we need to hear from my brother what occurred that night -- in full detail so we might know what can be done to rectify this.” His tone was stern and commanding, but directed solely at Silanos who the Baron beckoned forward with the smallest wave of a hand. His words were not kind, nor was Timaeus’s expression as the Baron could guess that this rage Vangelis had was not for Evras, but instead for the other incident. The one that the elder Valaoritis had only just been informed of that morning.
As Silanos came forward, Timaeus shot the boy warning glare that he better not lie or mince his words in front of the Crown Prince. Though, truthfully Timaeus thought that the sword on the table would be enough of a reminder of that. It was during this brief moment before Silanos defended himself that Timaeus turned to glance back the Kotas head to say in a sincere and apologetic tone, showing that the Valaoritis Baron meant to follow through with his next statement. “ I am not foolish enough to assume that whatever is going to come out of my brother’s mouth will excuse or lessen the impact of his careless actions.” Although the man was speaking to the Crown Prince, the slight tenseness to his voice made it clear that it was also an instruction to his brother to not try to cast the blame elsewhere on what happened with Asia. If he thought he would garner sympathy, it would be easier for the boy to know that it would be falling on deaf ears.
“ I am also aware that in some ways my brother’s crimes cannot be righted, but I am hopeful that after he speaks, we can find a solution to repay these debts to you and your family. The Kotas and Valaoritis have stood together for far too long to allow such a rift to grow because of the actions of one foolish boy.” The baron was fully aware that it was a bit of gamble to begin to open the door to discussing what the punishment for these crimes will be before the boy even spoke, but Timaeus hoped that it would show that the Valaoritis household was sincere in its intentions to fix the mistakes that Silanos had made; even as the Baron was completely in the dark when it came to the crimes his brother was about to confess.
All Timaeus could hope for was when he raised an eyebrow at Silanos, encouraging him to begin, that the Baron did not accidentally just agree to sign the boy’s death warrant.
Timaeus was more than grateful that his momentary distraction was followed through without much protest from the other two people in the room with the Baron. He was not entirely set at ease though when Vangelis unsheathed his sword and laid it across the table, but the Baron didn’t say anything. He only hesitantly gulped as he realized that instead of Silanos,he was not in stabbing distance. Timaeus would now have to be even more careful to not set off the man who seemed to be more than eager to leave with a Valaoritis head swinging from his belt.
However, things seemed to calm a bit as Timaeus started to explain the family’s action on the night of the first incident. To the baron’s surprise, the Prince appeared to be marginally receptive to the Valaoritis’s words.
Marginally.
“ Yes, erm... exactly.” Timaeus said as his eyes drifted downwards. It was clear from the small beads of sweat forming on his forehead and the ever so slight fidgeting in his seat that there was something that the Baron wanted to say. The man clearly had a reason for bringing up the fact that alcohol had an influence on the actions that occurred that evening at the Kotas manor, but Timaeus didn’t know if it was safe to say what was on his mind with the Crown Prince already agitated and his sword within skewering distance. After all, how does a person who has already been condemned in the eyes of his guest tactfully say the Valaoritis boys were not the only ones drinking that night? How on earth could Timaeus admit that he had sat with Zanon as two men downed goblet after goblet of wine? And was there any way to politely say that the younger prince had a lower tolerance for the powers of the drink than the Baron?
Timaeus did not want to cast the blame upon Zanon for what had happened. He was not dumb enough to point the finger at a Kotas when the loyalty to his siblings is what brought Vangelis here in the first place. That was surely suicide -- especially as both sides could agree that Silanos was at fault for kissing Evras in the first place. That much could not be denied, but it was true that if Zanon had been sober and understood who was on the doorstep things would have been very different and that slave would not have died. This is where the problem lied in Timaeus’s eyes. Prince Vangelis’s opening gambit seemed to imply that the lie the Baron had told was the true crime that had to be settled here, not the crimes of Silanos.
In that regard, Timaeus’s justifications for that night were simple. He and Zanon had too much to drink as they went over reports. Both men were heavily intoxicated, but the Baron was able to hold his own wits together due to the high tolerance from his own alcoholic activities. It was because of the drink that Zanon reached for his sword and Timaeus did not think to talk the man down. It was just a series of bad decisions made by Kotas and Valaoritis alike that resulted in the death of that slave. It did not fully excuse the Valaoritis family, especially that did not justify any of Silanos’s actions as they were entirely separate from the friendly politics that occurred that night. However, Timaeus thought that this explanation would, at least, lessen whatever punishment Vangelis would bring down upon them.
But that solely depended on the lie being the crime that Vangelis was seeking retribution for.
It finally dawned on Timaeus that this was not the case when the Crown Prince turned to Silanos and interrogated the boy. The Baron’s jaw dropped into a small o as he noted the raw emotion that came with the accusation. This was the crime that Vangelis was eager to draw his sword over. Not keeping Zanon in the dark, but instead Silanos making advances on the princesses. Timaeus instantly felt very stupid for allowing himself to take Vangelis’s words too literally and focus on a defense that might not ultimately matter. He had allowed himself to get too intimidated by the anger of this man to forget the fears that had been plaguing his household for months.
With his focus now properly on the right target, Timaeus’s mind began whirring with ideas on how to calm Vangelis down just enough that this meeting would not end with bloodshed. The Baron did not want to have a repeat of the night when Silanos kissed Evras to occur in his own home. That was why the man interjected before Silanos even had a chance to open his mouth and make the situation even worse, “ I think we need to hear from my brother what occurred that night -- in full detail so we might know what can be done to rectify this.” His tone was stern and commanding, but directed solely at Silanos who the Baron beckoned forward with the smallest wave of a hand. His words were not kind, nor was Timaeus’s expression as the Baron could guess that this rage Vangelis had was not for Evras, but instead for the other incident. The one that the elder Valaoritis had only just been informed of that morning.
As Silanos came forward, Timaeus shot the boy warning glare that he better not lie or mince his words in front of the Crown Prince. Though, truthfully Timaeus thought that the sword on the table would be enough of a reminder of that. It was during this brief moment before Silanos defended himself that Timaeus turned to glance back the Kotas head to say in a sincere and apologetic tone, showing that the Valaoritis Baron meant to follow through with his next statement. “ I am not foolish enough to assume that whatever is going to come out of my brother’s mouth will excuse or lessen the impact of his careless actions.” Although the man was speaking to the Crown Prince, the slight tenseness to his voice made it clear that it was also an instruction to his brother to not try to cast the blame elsewhere on what happened with Asia. If he thought he would garner sympathy, it would be easier for the boy to know that it would be falling on deaf ears.
“ I am also aware that in some ways my brother’s crimes cannot be righted, but I am hopeful that after he speaks, we can find a solution to repay these debts to you and your family. The Kotas and Valaoritis have stood together for far too long to allow such a rift to grow because of the actions of one foolish boy.” The baron was fully aware that it was a bit of gamble to begin to open the door to discussing what the punishment for these crimes will be before the boy even spoke, but Timaeus hoped that it would show that the Valaoritis household was sincere in its intentions to fix the mistakes that Silanos had made; even as the Baron was completely in the dark when it came to the crimes his brother was about to confess.
All Timaeus could hope for was when he raised an eyebrow at Silanos, encouraging him to begin, that the Baron did not accidentally just agree to sign the boy’s death warrant.
Silanos was trying not to fidget, but it was difficult when he could feel the gaze of the Kotas prince on him. Vangelis listened to Timaeus yes, but his eyes were quick to find the younger Valaoritis brother, despite Sil’s best attempts to make himself inconspicuous. And though he thought he could see where Tim was heading with his carefully framed apology regarding the night outside the Kotas manor, when Sil dared let his gaze flicker up to their guest, he did not judge the explanation to be buying them much understanding. Vangelis’ words seemed to confirm it and Sil’s leg had taken up a ceaseless bouncing - it was too much to try and stand still when everything in him wanted to leave this room and the overhanging threat of menace that permeated it.
Like watching a wobbling wheel on a chariot and being unable to do anything about it, Sil just waited until it inevitably fell off and ended in an almighty crash. For him, it was the moment when Vangelis gave up any pretence of addressing his brother and instead aimed his words at the younger man.
"Were you also drunk when you kissed my sister, Silanos?"
There it was. Crash. Having been spoken to directly, it would be antagonistic not to meet the man’s gaze, and so Silanos reluctantly did just that, trying to stop his expression giving anything away even though his secrets were being tabled for discussion already. The crown prince’s glare was enough to have his stomach flip and Sil almost fumbled, the words which sister on the edge of his tongue. He had never been so relieved to have Timaeus cut him off, gaze cutting towards his older sibling with something akin to gratitude.
But his brother could buy him time only, and the cold dread that had been pooling in his gut since the servant had first announced that the prince was awaiting an audience now flowed through his veins like ice water, making his steps forward sluggish. He stopped at the end of the table, convincing himself that the solid barrier of wood was a substantial enough protection from the wrath of the royal who was now certainly within lunging distance.
Timaeus’ words sounded very far away, but he noted well enough when they stopped and expectation fell upon him to speak. The quiet was deafening.
“Uhh…” Finding his mouth inexplicably dry, it took Silanos a couple of tries before his tongue would cooperate. They were talking about Princess Athanasia, now, he was mostly sure, and he racked his brains as to how to explain what had gone on that night, instinctively looking for some sympathetic light to shine upon it. It was hard.
“It was at the night market” Yes, context, that was good. “I..uh..” Silanos darted a gaze at Vangelis and realised that he didn't know how much the man’s sister had told him and it had him hesitate and swallow because what if he made it worse by saying too much or too little?
“So, the..uh..Princess and I had spoken a few times before..I think she would have called me a friend, maybe?” The Valaoritis glanced at his brother for some reassurance, but of course Tim didn’t know any of it. He was on his own. “She approached me, she...Princess Athanasia, thought I had been avoiding her for some reason. I had, because of..” Because of what had gone on with the other Princess, he didn’t want to say, but the pause implied it nevertheless. “...anyway she was,I don’t know, upset or annoyed or something and I tried to tell her we shouldn't be talking but she was determined and I just...” Here, Sil grasped for some sort of reasoning, but it was far out of reach, here and now. At the time it just..happened, and reasoning hadn’t been part of it. It had been wine and poppy and he’d panicked that Asia was making a scene and it seemed as good a way as any to silence her. But he didn’t dare say that. “It wasn’t even really a kiss! Just a peck, and I know it was overstepping, and I wrote to her to apologise for it. ”
His voice had risen in volume a little as he tried to give some weight to his defence, for all that it could be called such. Sil knew that his words would not excuse the wrong that the crown prince thought had been done to his sister. He lapsed into silence again, looking to Timaeus to somehow come to his rescue and pull him out of what felt like quicksand. It was easier than looking at the man who would be judge, jury and executioner.
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Silanos was trying not to fidget, but it was difficult when he could feel the gaze of the Kotas prince on him. Vangelis listened to Timaeus yes, but his eyes were quick to find the younger Valaoritis brother, despite Sil’s best attempts to make himself inconspicuous. And though he thought he could see where Tim was heading with his carefully framed apology regarding the night outside the Kotas manor, when Sil dared let his gaze flicker up to their guest, he did not judge the explanation to be buying them much understanding. Vangelis’ words seemed to confirm it and Sil’s leg had taken up a ceaseless bouncing - it was too much to try and stand still when everything in him wanted to leave this room and the overhanging threat of menace that permeated it.
Like watching a wobbling wheel on a chariot and being unable to do anything about it, Sil just waited until it inevitably fell off and ended in an almighty crash. For him, it was the moment when Vangelis gave up any pretence of addressing his brother and instead aimed his words at the younger man.
"Were you also drunk when you kissed my sister, Silanos?"
There it was. Crash. Having been spoken to directly, it would be antagonistic not to meet the man’s gaze, and so Silanos reluctantly did just that, trying to stop his expression giving anything away even though his secrets were being tabled for discussion already. The crown prince’s glare was enough to have his stomach flip and Sil almost fumbled, the words which sister on the edge of his tongue. He had never been so relieved to have Timaeus cut him off, gaze cutting towards his older sibling with something akin to gratitude.
But his brother could buy him time only, and the cold dread that had been pooling in his gut since the servant had first announced that the prince was awaiting an audience now flowed through his veins like ice water, making his steps forward sluggish. He stopped at the end of the table, convincing himself that the solid barrier of wood was a substantial enough protection from the wrath of the royal who was now certainly within lunging distance.
Timaeus’ words sounded very far away, but he noted well enough when they stopped and expectation fell upon him to speak. The quiet was deafening.
“Uhh…” Finding his mouth inexplicably dry, it took Silanos a couple of tries before his tongue would cooperate. They were talking about Princess Athanasia, now, he was mostly sure, and he racked his brains as to how to explain what had gone on that night, instinctively looking for some sympathetic light to shine upon it. It was hard.
“It was at the night market” Yes, context, that was good. “I..uh..” Silanos darted a gaze at Vangelis and realised that he didn't know how much the man’s sister had told him and it had him hesitate and swallow because what if he made it worse by saying too much or too little?
“So, the..uh..Princess and I had spoken a few times before..I think she would have called me a friend, maybe?” The Valaoritis glanced at his brother for some reassurance, but of course Tim didn’t know any of it. He was on his own. “She approached me, she...Princess Athanasia, thought I had been avoiding her for some reason. I had, because of..” Because of what had gone on with the other Princess, he didn’t want to say, but the pause implied it nevertheless. “...anyway she was,I don’t know, upset or annoyed or something and I tried to tell her we shouldn't be talking but she was determined and I just...” Here, Sil grasped for some sort of reasoning, but it was far out of reach, here and now. At the time it just..happened, and reasoning hadn’t been part of it. It had been wine and poppy and he’d panicked that Asia was making a scene and it seemed as good a way as any to silence her. But he didn’t dare say that. “It wasn’t even really a kiss! Just a peck, and I know it was overstepping, and I wrote to her to apologise for it. ”
His voice had risen in volume a little as he tried to give some weight to his defence, for all that it could be called such. Sil knew that his words would not excuse the wrong that the crown prince thought had been done to his sister. He lapsed into silence again, looking to Timaeus to somehow come to his rescue and pull him out of what felt like quicksand. It was easier than looking at the man who would be judge, jury and executioner.
Silanos was trying not to fidget, but it was difficult when he could feel the gaze of the Kotas prince on him. Vangelis listened to Timaeus yes, but his eyes were quick to find the younger Valaoritis brother, despite Sil’s best attempts to make himself inconspicuous. And though he thought he could see where Tim was heading with his carefully framed apology regarding the night outside the Kotas manor, when Sil dared let his gaze flicker up to their guest, he did not judge the explanation to be buying them much understanding. Vangelis’ words seemed to confirm it and Sil’s leg had taken up a ceaseless bouncing - it was too much to try and stand still when everything in him wanted to leave this room and the overhanging threat of menace that permeated it.
Like watching a wobbling wheel on a chariot and being unable to do anything about it, Sil just waited until it inevitably fell off and ended in an almighty crash. For him, it was the moment when Vangelis gave up any pretence of addressing his brother and instead aimed his words at the younger man.
"Were you also drunk when you kissed my sister, Silanos?"
There it was. Crash. Having been spoken to directly, it would be antagonistic not to meet the man’s gaze, and so Silanos reluctantly did just that, trying to stop his expression giving anything away even though his secrets were being tabled for discussion already. The crown prince’s glare was enough to have his stomach flip and Sil almost fumbled, the words which sister on the edge of his tongue. He had never been so relieved to have Timaeus cut him off, gaze cutting towards his older sibling with something akin to gratitude.
But his brother could buy him time only, and the cold dread that had been pooling in his gut since the servant had first announced that the prince was awaiting an audience now flowed through his veins like ice water, making his steps forward sluggish. He stopped at the end of the table, convincing himself that the solid barrier of wood was a substantial enough protection from the wrath of the royal who was now certainly within lunging distance.
Timaeus’ words sounded very far away, but he noted well enough when they stopped and expectation fell upon him to speak. The quiet was deafening.
“Uhh…” Finding his mouth inexplicably dry, it took Silanos a couple of tries before his tongue would cooperate. They were talking about Princess Athanasia, now, he was mostly sure, and he racked his brains as to how to explain what had gone on that night, instinctively looking for some sympathetic light to shine upon it. It was hard.
“It was at the night market” Yes, context, that was good. “I..uh..” Silanos darted a gaze at Vangelis and realised that he didn't know how much the man’s sister had told him and it had him hesitate and swallow because what if he made it worse by saying too much or too little?
“So, the..uh..Princess and I had spoken a few times before..I think she would have called me a friend, maybe?” The Valaoritis glanced at his brother for some reassurance, but of course Tim didn’t know any of it. He was on his own. “She approached me, she...Princess Athanasia, thought I had been avoiding her for some reason. I had, because of..” Because of what had gone on with the other Princess, he didn’t want to say, but the pause implied it nevertheless. “...anyway she was,I don’t know, upset or annoyed or something and I tried to tell her we shouldn't be talking but she was determined and I just...” Here, Sil grasped for some sort of reasoning, but it was far out of reach, here and now. At the time it just..happened, and reasoning hadn’t been part of it. It had been wine and poppy and he’d panicked that Asia was making a scene and it seemed as good a way as any to silence her. But he didn’t dare say that. “It wasn’t even really a kiss! Just a peck, and I know it was overstepping, and I wrote to her to apologise for it. ”
His voice had risen in volume a little as he tried to give some weight to his defence, for all that it could be called such. Sil knew that his words would not excuse the wrong that the crown prince thought had been done to his sister. He lapsed into silence again, looking to Timaeus to somehow come to his rescue and pull him out of what felt like quicksand. It was easier than looking at the man who would be judge, jury and executioner.
Vangelis maintained the perfect image of the Stone Prince in his seat at the dinner table, as Timaeus attempted to lay fertile ground for apologies and recompense. He spoke of the silliness of young boys and of the long standing relationship between their Houses... Rationale for forgiveness and leniency. It was the building of a hopeful foundation that Vangelis could at least understand. For he had brothers. Brothers who had made mistakes. And whom he would defend to the depths of the River Styx.
Yet, that was Timaeus' duty. Not his. Vangelis's loyalty was to his own siblings; his own blood.
To his sister.
As such, he said nothing in response to Timaeus' peacemaking. He did not wish to deny the truth of his words and make a liar of himself. And yet he wished even less to make agreements and promises of calm resolution that he may not have been able to fulfil. That left him with little to express beyond the shifting of his gaze towards Silanos when the man's older brother determined that he should explain the context of the situation.
Something that Vangelis was not at all interested in hearing. And yet, in deference to Lord Timaeus and this being his household, Vangelis permitted the youngest in the room to try to justify himself via context.
Again, Vangelis reacted little as a Valaoritis spoke, his expression remaining in a wrathful scowl but offering little by means of degrees of ire. His only physical reaction was a straightening - a sudden tensing of his entire frame - when Silanos appeared, for a moment, to place the blame of the event upon Athanasia. As if he were readying himself to stand, Vangelis' back had left the chair, his thighs tensed. But he calmed once more, as Silanos continued to explain. Only the flicker of a curl to his upper lip betrayed the frozen expression otherwise holding upon his face as Silanos finished his little explanation.
"Correct me if I understand you wrongly, Lord Silanos." Vangelis growled, no longer content to funnel his anger into his brows and muscles but allowing it to seep into his voice and words. He stood as he spoke, his fingers curling around the hilt of his blade upon the table. "But it seems to me, through your explanation, that you not only took the opportunity to advance upon my sister when she was vulnerable, in an emotional state..." Vangelis prowled down the length of the table, aiming for the end corner where he could turn and pass around the piece, advancing on Silanos with every step. "But also did so without thought, consideration or any deeper feeling on your part. To add to your sins, the reason my sister even approached you in such a moment, was because you had ignored her over an approach you had made to my brother's wife."
As Vangelis came around the end of the table, his fist white knuckled upon this blade and the point of his weapon rising to threaten Silanos' chest. His face was that of death and vengeance.
"Can you give me one good reason, Silanos of Valaoritis, why I shouldn't run you through, right now?"
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Vangelis maintained the perfect image of the Stone Prince in his seat at the dinner table, as Timaeus attempted to lay fertile ground for apologies and recompense. He spoke of the silliness of young boys and of the long standing relationship between their Houses... Rationale for forgiveness and leniency. It was the building of a hopeful foundation that Vangelis could at least understand. For he had brothers. Brothers who had made mistakes. And whom he would defend to the depths of the River Styx.
Yet, that was Timaeus' duty. Not his. Vangelis's loyalty was to his own siblings; his own blood.
To his sister.
As such, he said nothing in response to Timaeus' peacemaking. He did not wish to deny the truth of his words and make a liar of himself. And yet he wished even less to make agreements and promises of calm resolution that he may not have been able to fulfil. That left him with little to express beyond the shifting of his gaze towards Silanos when the man's older brother determined that he should explain the context of the situation.
Something that Vangelis was not at all interested in hearing. And yet, in deference to Lord Timaeus and this being his household, Vangelis permitted the youngest in the room to try to justify himself via context.
Again, Vangelis reacted little as a Valaoritis spoke, his expression remaining in a wrathful scowl but offering little by means of degrees of ire. His only physical reaction was a straightening - a sudden tensing of his entire frame - when Silanos appeared, for a moment, to place the blame of the event upon Athanasia. As if he were readying himself to stand, Vangelis' back had left the chair, his thighs tensed. But he calmed once more, as Silanos continued to explain. Only the flicker of a curl to his upper lip betrayed the frozen expression otherwise holding upon his face as Silanos finished his little explanation.
"Correct me if I understand you wrongly, Lord Silanos." Vangelis growled, no longer content to funnel his anger into his brows and muscles but allowing it to seep into his voice and words. He stood as he spoke, his fingers curling around the hilt of his blade upon the table. "But it seems to me, through your explanation, that you not only took the opportunity to advance upon my sister when she was vulnerable, in an emotional state..." Vangelis prowled down the length of the table, aiming for the end corner where he could turn and pass around the piece, advancing on Silanos with every step. "But also did so without thought, consideration or any deeper feeling on your part. To add to your sins, the reason my sister even approached you in such a moment, was because you had ignored her over an approach you had made to my brother's wife."
As Vangelis came around the end of the table, his fist white knuckled upon this blade and the point of his weapon rising to threaten Silanos' chest. His face was that of death and vengeance.
"Can you give me one good reason, Silanos of Valaoritis, why I shouldn't run you through, right now?"
Vangelis maintained the perfect image of the Stone Prince in his seat at the dinner table, as Timaeus attempted to lay fertile ground for apologies and recompense. He spoke of the silliness of young boys and of the long standing relationship between their Houses... Rationale for forgiveness and leniency. It was the building of a hopeful foundation that Vangelis could at least understand. For he had brothers. Brothers who had made mistakes. And whom he would defend to the depths of the River Styx.
Yet, that was Timaeus' duty. Not his. Vangelis's loyalty was to his own siblings; his own blood.
To his sister.
As such, he said nothing in response to Timaeus' peacemaking. He did not wish to deny the truth of his words and make a liar of himself. And yet he wished even less to make agreements and promises of calm resolution that he may not have been able to fulfil. That left him with little to express beyond the shifting of his gaze towards Silanos when the man's older brother determined that he should explain the context of the situation.
Something that Vangelis was not at all interested in hearing. And yet, in deference to Lord Timaeus and this being his household, Vangelis permitted the youngest in the room to try to justify himself via context.
Again, Vangelis reacted little as a Valaoritis spoke, his expression remaining in a wrathful scowl but offering little by means of degrees of ire. His only physical reaction was a straightening - a sudden tensing of his entire frame - when Silanos appeared, for a moment, to place the blame of the event upon Athanasia. As if he were readying himself to stand, Vangelis' back had left the chair, his thighs tensed. But he calmed once more, as Silanos continued to explain. Only the flicker of a curl to his upper lip betrayed the frozen expression otherwise holding upon his face as Silanos finished his little explanation.
"Correct me if I understand you wrongly, Lord Silanos." Vangelis growled, no longer content to funnel his anger into his brows and muscles but allowing it to seep into his voice and words. He stood as he spoke, his fingers curling around the hilt of his blade upon the table. "But it seems to me, through your explanation, that you not only took the opportunity to advance upon my sister when she was vulnerable, in an emotional state..." Vangelis prowled down the length of the table, aiming for the end corner where he could turn and pass around the piece, advancing on Silanos with every step. "But also did so without thought, consideration or any deeper feeling on your part. To add to your sins, the reason my sister even approached you in such a moment, was because you had ignored her over an approach you had made to my brother's wife."
As Vangelis came around the end of the table, his fist white knuckled upon this blade and the point of his weapon rising to threaten Silanos' chest. His face was that of death and vengeance.
"Can you give me one good reason, Silanos of Valaoritis, why I shouldn't run you through, right now?"