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Persephone was determined to leave Taengea by the morning of the following day. When the sun came up tomorrow, she would already be pulling herself up into the saddle of the horse that had been her gift from the Dimitrou family and ready to follow her future husband towards the docks. Where she would board a ship, return to the lands that harboured those who wished to kill her... and find her sister.
But whilst every piece of her soul and heart wished to dissolve and immediately reappear in Athenia ready to draw her sister close and ensure that she was in fact living, breathing and held the warmth of life within her, Persephone was able to hold at least enough rationality so know that she could not simply disappear. That plans had to be made. That schedules had to be followed... That relationships had to be maintained so that she would not return back to Taengea with anger and hostility as her bed fellows within the household.
And for that, she needed to inform the Lord Gavriil that she was leaving the Dimitrou province of Meganea, due to return but not for an unspecified length of time. However long it took for her to bring Emilia into her care and away from danger would be how long she would be absent from her future family; how long she would keep the Lord Gavriil's son from his home, for Iason had sworn to be with her for however long it took.
Before she could accept that as the way things were to be, she felt it only right to speak with Lord Gavriil - and Lady Dorothea when she had the chance - in person, and explain what she was doing.
She could only hope that the love and affection she had seen between the Dimitrous in her time here would encourage them to understand had absolute and irrefutable need to return to Athenia for the near future...
Luckily for Persephone, the Lord Gavriil was a creature of fine habit and she knew exactly where he would be at this point in the day. As afternoon bled into dusk and the smells of the evening repast started to permeate the corridors of the manor, Persephone knew that she would find Gavriil within his study chambers.
Knowing that Iason had already spoken to his father and explained the events that were already in place to lead to their departure, Persephone was aware that her news would not shock the baron of Meganea. Nor was it necessary for her to even tell the man that they were to be gone, for her betrothed had already done so. But she was not about to return all the favour and compassion the Dimitrou patriarch had given her, with a silent and impersonal avoidance.
Knocking upon the door to the study and waiting for the call that would permit her inside, Persephone stepped through only to discover that the Lady Dorothea was also in attendance upon her father.
Offering a polite and intensely graceful curtsy to the Lord and his eldest daughter, Persephone let her skirts then fall and her hands meet before her pelvis and she stood straight and hoped that her features were collected into an expression of penance, misfortune and greatest respect.
"My Lord..." She offered a dip of her knees to Dorothea... "My Lady..." She swallowed before continuing. "I believe that Iason has already spoke to you of our departure tomorrow...? Yet I did not feel able to leave without offering you my truest gratitude for all you have done during my stay and to wish you all the very best until our return to Meganea and to Chaoedia." This last she spoke with a tentative smile at mention of what would become her future home...
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Persephone was determined to leave Taengea by the morning of the following day. When the sun came up tomorrow, she would already be pulling herself up into the saddle of the horse that had been her gift from the Dimitrou family and ready to follow her future husband towards the docks. Where she would board a ship, return to the lands that harboured those who wished to kill her... and find her sister.
But whilst every piece of her soul and heart wished to dissolve and immediately reappear in Athenia ready to draw her sister close and ensure that she was in fact living, breathing and held the warmth of life within her, Persephone was able to hold at least enough rationality so know that she could not simply disappear. That plans had to be made. That schedules had to be followed... That relationships had to be maintained so that she would not return back to Taengea with anger and hostility as her bed fellows within the household.
And for that, she needed to inform the Lord Gavriil that she was leaving the Dimitrou province of Meganea, due to return but not for an unspecified length of time. However long it took for her to bring Emilia into her care and away from danger would be how long she would be absent from her future family; how long she would keep the Lord Gavriil's son from his home, for Iason had sworn to be with her for however long it took.
Before she could accept that as the way things were to be, she felt it only right to speak with Lord Gavriil - and Lady Dorothea when she had the chance - in person, and explain what she was doing.
She could only hope that the love and affection she had seen between the Dimitrous in her time here would encourage them to understand had absolute and irrefutable need to return to Athenia for the near future...
Luckily for Persephone, the Lord Gavriil was a creature of fine habit and she knew exactly where he would be at this point in the day. As afternoon bled into dusk and the smells of the evening repast started to permeate the corridors of the manor, Persephone knew that she would find Gavriil within his study chambers.
Knowing that Iason had already spoken to his father and explained the events that were already in place to lead to their departure, Persephone was aware that her news would not shock the baron of Meganea. Nor was it necessary for her to even tell the man that they were to be gone, for her betrothed had already done so. But she was not about to return all the favour and compassion the Dimitrou patriarch had given her, with a silent and impersonal avoidance.
Knocking upon the door to the study and waiting for the call that would permit her inside, Persephone stepped through only to discover that the Lady Dorothea was also in attendance upon her father.
Offering a polite and intensely graceful curtsy to the Lord and his eldest daughter, Persephone let her skirts then fall and her hands meet before her pelvis and she stood straight and hoped that her features were collected into an expression of penance, misfortune and greatest respect.
"My Lord..." She offered a dip of her knees to Dorothea... "My Lady..." She swallowed before continuing. "I believe that Iason has already spoke to you of our departure tomorrow...? Yet I did not feel able to leave without offering you my truest gratitude for all you have done during my stay and to wish you all the very best until our return to Meganea and to Chaoedia." This last she spoke with a tentative smile at mention of what would become her future home...
Persephone was determined to leave Taengea by the morning of the following day. When the sun came up tomorrow, she would already be pulling herself up into the saddle of the horse that had been her gift from the Dimitrou family and ready to follow her future husband towards the docks. Where she would board a ship, return to the lands that harboured those who wished to kill her... and find her sister.
But whilst every piece of her soul and heart wished to dissolve and immediately reappear in Athenia ready to draw her sister close and ensure that she was in fact living, breathing and held the warmth of life within her, Persephone was able to hold at least enough rationality so know that she could not simply disappear. That plans had to be made. That schedules had to be followed... That relationships had to be maintained so that she would not return back to Taengea with anger and hostility as her bed fellows within the household.
And for that, she needed to inform the Lord Gavriil that she was leaving the Dimitrou province of Meganea, due to return but not for an unspecified length of time. However long it took for her to bring Emilia into her care and away from danger would be how long she would be absent from her future family; how long she would keep the Lord Gavriil's son from his home, for Iason had sworn to be with her for however long it took.
Before she could accept that as the way things were to be, she felt it only right to speak with Lord Gavriil - and Lady Dorothea when she had the chance - in person, and explain what she was doing.
She could only hope that the love and affection she had seen between the Dimitrous in her time here would encourage them to understand had absolute and irrefutable need to return to Athenia for the near future...
Luckily for Persephone, the Lord Gavriil was a creature of fine habit and she knew exactly where he would be at this point in the day. As afternoon bled into dusk and the smells of the evening repast started to permeate the corridors of the manor, Persephone knew that she would find Gavriil within his study chambers.
Knowing that Iason had already spoken to his father and explained the events that were already in place to lead to their departure, Persephone was aware that her news would not shock the baron of Meganea. Nor was it necessary for her to even tell the man that they were to be gone, for her betrothed had already done so. But she was not about to return all the favour and compassion the Dimitrou patriarch had given her, with a silent and impersonal avoidance.
Knocking upon the door to the study and waiting for the call that would permit her inside, Persephone stepped through only to discover that the Lady Dorothea was also in attendance upon her father.
Offering a polite and intensely graceful curtsy to the Lord and his eldest daughter, Persephone let her skirts then fall and her hands meet before her pelvis and she stood straight and hoped that her features were collected into an expression of penance, misfortune and greatest respect.
"My Lord..." She offered a dip of her knees to Dorothea... "My Lady..." She swallowed before continuing. "I believe that Iason has already spoke to you of our departure tomorrow...? Yet I did not feel able to leave without offering you my truest gratitude for all you have done during my stay and to wish you all the very best until our return to Meganea and to Chaoedia." This last she spoke with a tentative smile at mention of what would become her future home...
Dorothea had greatly enjoyed the past few weeks with her brother home. It felt like precious time recovered after a long-away trip. Although Iason hadn’t truly been apart from them for that long, Dorothea had steeled herself for a much longer absence. Her brother wasn’t set to return for a long while – if ever. Dorothea abhorred the circumstances that had brought Iason back along with Persephone, but she would be lying to herself if she wasn’t happy to have him home. Still, she always felt a rather large twinge of guilt when she thought of Persephone. It didn’t feel right to feel happy when her sister was so sad.
The fact that she had gained so much in the past few weeks was difficult to swallow when it meant that her brother’s soon to be wife had lost so much. Dorothea hadn’t been sure how the two of them would interact, but they had gotten along rather well. It felt nice to have a peer her age, one who didn’t feel like she had to compete with. Although Dorothea wasn’t in the market for a husband like many of the women her age, that didn’t stop them from having a somewhat contentious relationship. As long as Doro was unmarried, she would be competition for others that were of the same status. Never mind that she thought the whole idea of marriage for herself was repulsive. That didn’t mean she couldn’t still marry.
All that aside, it was nice to have Persephone’s company. The more time they spent together, the more Dorothea liked the woman. Somehow, they had managed to form a bond. That made the upcoming parting twice painful for Dorothea. She was not only worried for her brother, but for her friend as well. Yet, she could not fault them for returning to Athenia. Dorothea knew she would do the same exact thing were she in their position. If anything of a similar nature were to happen to Alexa, Dorothea would be there in a heartbeat.
And so, she had a very specific question in mind when she visited her father’s study that evening. He would absolutely not be pleased with her question, but she was prepared to argue with him until she got the answer she wanted. Dorothea knocked gently upon the door of her father’s study, entering upon hearing him respond.
“Hello Pappa,” she greeted, smiling at him, hoping to do what she could to catch him off guard. “What are you working on?” Perhaps she was already giving herself away, but she was already impatient, turning plans over in her head. She took a seat on a bench near the window, settling in for a long conversation.
Before her father could answer her with much detail, there was another knock upon the door. Dorothea shrugged at Gavriil, not knowing who was on the other side. He called out and none other than the person in her thoughts entered. Dorothea quickly stood as Persephone entered. She returned the queen’s curtsies, with her own and a graceful nod. Before she could make an offer to leave, Persephone was greeting them both. Dorothea took it to mean she was invited to stay and sat down again.
When Persephone was finished speaking, Dorothea looked to her father, waiting for him to respond first. She felt eager to make her wishes known immediately, but bit them down for just a moment longer. There would be an opportunity within this conversation to make her offer.
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Dorothea had greatly enjoyed the past few weeks with her brother home. It felt like precious time recovered after a long-away trip. Although Iason hadn’t truly been apart from them for that long, Dorothea had steeled herself for a much longer absence. Her brother wasn’t set to return for a long while – if ever. Dorothea abhorred the circumstances that had brought Iason back along with Persephone, but she would be lying to herself if she wasn’t happy to have him home. Still, she always felt a rather large twinge of guilt when she thought of Persephone. It didn’t feel right to feel happy when her sister was so sad.
The fact that she had gained so much in the past few weeks was difficult to swallow when it meant that her brother’s soon to be wife had lost so much. Dorothea hadn’t been sure how the two of them would interact, but they had gotten along rather well. It felt nice to have a peer her age, one who didn’t feel like she had to compete with. Although Dorothea wasn’t in the market for a husband like many of the women her age, that didn’t stop them from having a somewhat contentious relationship. As long as Doro was unmarried, she would be competition for others that were of the same status. Never mind that she thought the whole idea of marriage for herself was repulsive. That didn’t mean she couldn’t still marry.
All that aside, it was nice to have Persephone’s company. The more time they spent together, the more Dorothea liked the woman. Somehow, they had managed to form a bond. That made the upcoming parting twice painful for Dorothea. She was not only worried for her brother, but for her friend as well. Yet, she could not fault them for returning to Athenia. Dorothea knew she would do the same exact thing were she in their position. If anything of a similar nature were to happen to Alexa, Dorothea would be there in a heartbeat.
And so, she had a very specific question in mind when she visited her father’s study that evening. He would absolutely not be pleased with her question, but she was prepared to argue with him until she got the answer she wanted. Dorothea knocked gently upon the door of her father’s study, entering upon hearing him respond.
“Hello Pappa,” she greeted, smiling at him, hoping to do what she could to catch him off guard. “What are you working on?” Perhaps she was already giving herself away, but she was already impatient, turning plans over in her head. She took a seat on a bench near the window, settling in for a long conversation.
Before her father could answer her with much detail, there was another knock upon the door. Dorothea shrugged at Gavriil, not knowing who was on the other side. He called out and none other than the person in her thoughts entered. Dorothea quickly stood as Persephone entered. She returned the queen’s curtsies, with her own and a graceful nod. Before she could make an offer to leave, Persephone was greeting them both. Dorothea took it to mean she was invited to stay and sat down again.
When Persephone was finished speaking, Dorothea looked to her father, waiting for him to respond first. She felt eager to make her wishes known immediately, but bit them down for just a moment longer. There would be an opportunity within this conversation to make her offer.
Dorothea had greatly enjoyed the past few weeks with her brother home. It felt like precious time recovered after a long-away trip. Although Iason hadn’t truly been apart from them for that long, Dorothea had steeled herself for a much longer absence. Her brother wasn’t set to return for a long while – if ever. Dorothea abhorred the circumstances that had brought Iason back along with Persephone, but she would be lying to herself if she wasn’t happy to have him home. Still, she always felt a rather large twinge of guilt when she thought of Persephone. It didn’t feel right to feel happy when her sister was so sad.
The fact that she had gained so much in the past few weeks was difficult to swallow when it meant that her brother’s soon to be wife had lost so much. Dorothea hadn’t been sure how the two of them would interact, but they had gotten along rather well. It felt nice to have a peer her age, one who didn’t feel like she had to compete with. Although Dorothea wasn’t in the market for a husband like many of the women her age, that didn’t stop them from having a somewhat contentious relationship. As long as Doro was unmarried, she would be competition for others that were of the same status. Never mind that she thought the whole idea of marriage for herself was repulsive. That didn’t mean she couldn’t still marry.
All that aside, it was nice to have Persephone’s company. The more time they spent together, the more Dorothea liked the woman. Somehow, they had managed to form a bond. That made the upcoming parting twice painful for Dorothea. She was not only worried for her brother, but for her friend as well. Yet, she could not fault them for returning to Athenia. Dorothea knew she would do the same exact thing were she in their position. If anything of a similar nature were to happen to Alexa, Dorothea would be there in a heartbeat.
And so, she had a very specific question in mind when she visited her father’s study that evening. He would absolutely not be pleased with her question, but she was prepared to argue with him until she got the answer she wanted. Dorothea knocked gently upon the door of her father’s study, entering upon hearing him respond.
“Hello Pappa,” she greeted, smiling at him, hoping to do what she could to catch him off guard. “What are you working on?” Perhaps she was already giving herself away, but she was already impatient, turning plans over in her head. She took a seat on a bench near the window, settling in for a long conversation.
Before her father could answer her with much detail, there was another knock upon the door. Dorothea shrugged at Gavriil, not knowing who was on the other side. He called out and none other than the person in her thoughts entered. Dorothea quickly stood as Persephone entered. She returned the queen’s curtsies, with her own and a graceful nod. Before she could make an offer to leave, Persephone was greeting them both. Dorothea took it to mean she was invited to stay and sat down again.
When Persephone was finished speaking, Dorothea looked to her father, waiting for him to respond first. She felt eager to make her wishes known immediately, but bit them down for just a moment longer. There would be an opportunity within this conversation to make her offer.
Lord Gavriil was a creature of habit. His usual habit was to stay home and not be in Vasiliadon quite as much as he had been lately. Always wishing to avoid the city when he could, the past events and subsequent necessities of being Head of House had kept him either in the city or traveling to it during much of the time that Persephone had been with them. As such, he had not seen most of the attachment between Iason and Persephone, though he knew of it. Lately, his mind was filled with more troubling things than his son’s decisions or his future daughter-in-law’s kingdom troubles.
He’d only arrived back at the estate last night and though his responsibilities of being in the city had ruled the last month or so, he took back up his land duties just as easily as though he’d never left. Sitting at his desk, reading now by candle light, even though not all daylight had fled, he held his fist under his chin as he scanned the words on the paper before him, squinting. He found that if he squinted, he could see just a little better and he couldn’t bring papers up close to his face anymore. They had to be further away, though his arm was only so long, and he’d figured out the perfect distance to still read, and make it clear again. Like most people, he was finding that being middle aged was more irksome than it probably should be. When he was even in his forties, he hadn’t had the trouble with reading as he did now and soon, he just knew that he’d have either Dorothea or Alexa reading his messages to him, and likely writing them not long after that. The thought was not a nice one because if he further involved them in the estate, neither one would leave, neither one would get married, and he’d have failed them as a father.
At the moment, he was not overly concerned about Iason’s foray into Athenia. Perhaps closer to time, but Gavriil had already prayed extensively to Artemis after his conversation with Iason. His son would come home, safe and sound. He had not forgotten Persephone, either, and had prayed for them, to Poseidon for safe passage, and to Hermes to grant them cunning and swiftness.
He looked up at the soft knock and gestured his daughter forward, not rising from the desk. She greeted him and he smiled, but not up at her. His gaze was still on the papers, and so they received the small token of affection, rather than her, though he was most definitely not fond of these reports. When she asked what he was working on, he sighed, pushed the papers away, and rubbed at his face, sitting back in his chair.
“Province reports,” he said through the sigh and lounged back, hands resting on the arms of the chair, and watched her come around the desk. “What do-” he started, because Dorothea never came in here just to settle at the window. She wasn’t the sort to just ‘sit’. But he didn’t get further with that inquiry before another, firmer knock came and his daughter shrugged at him. “Come,” he called and turned back to the door to find Princess Persephone herself entering the study. Gavriil glanced back at his daughter and then returned his steady gaze to the exiled princess who was to be going home on the morrow.
"My Lord...My Lady. I believe that Iason has already spoke to you of our departure tomorrow...? Yet I did not feel able to leave without offering you my truest gratitude for all you have done during my stay and to wish you all the very best until our return to Meganea and to Chaoedia."
“He has,” Gavriil confirmed, not loving this halfcocked plan the younger set of his household had concocted but he couldn’t actually prevent it, either. Probably for Iason, but Persephone was nothing to him, legally speaking, and could do what she wished. Even if he forbade his son from going, there was the chance that Iason would go anyway, and even if he did not, Gavriil knew his son would be moping around until Persephone returned. He had to prove himself a man, as it were, and help her. So, though he’d have wanted them to do this entire thing differently, none of them had come to him for advice on how to do it. They’d trusted to themselves and their own limited knowledge and he would let them reap the benefits of such foolishness, though it pained him internally.
“He knows my opinions,” Gavriil said, sitting back up straight. “I have offered sacrifices for both of you, to several of the gods. This is in their hands.” That was about as much ‘permission’ as he was willing to give, since literally no one had asked him anyway. It was another sign that he was growing older. Less useful. Soon Dorothea would be assisting him, taking him for walks or sitting him out in the grass to enjoy the sun...like an old man. The mirror told him he was aging, but he didn’t feel it.
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Lord Gavriil was a creature of habit. His usual habit was to stay home and not be in Vasiliadon quite as much as he had been lately. Always wishing to avoid the city when he could, the past events and subsequent necessities of being Head of House had kept him either in the city or traveling to it during much of the time that Persephone had been with them. As such, he had not seen most of the attachment between Iason and Persephone, though he knew of it. Lately, his mind was filled with more troubling things than his son’s decisions or his future daughter-in-law’s kingdom troubles.
He’d only arrived back at the estate last night and though his responsibilities of being in the city had ruled the last month or so, he took back up his land duties just as easily as though he’d never left. Sitting at his desk, reading now by candle light, even though not all daylight had fled, he held his fist under his chin as he scanned the words on the paper before him, squinting. He found that if he squinted, he could see just a little better and he couldn’t bring papers up close to his face anymore. They had to be further away, though his arm was only so long, and he’d figured out the perfect distance to still read, and make it clear again. Like most people, he was finding that being middle aged was more irksome than it probably should be. When he was even in his forties, he hadn’t had the trouble with reading as he did now and soon, he just knew that he’d have either Dorothea or Alexa reading his messages to him, and likely writing them not long after that. The thought was not a nice one because if he further involved them in the estate, neither one would leave, neither one would get married, and he’d have failed them as a father.
At the moment, he was not overly concerned about Iason’s foray into Athenia. Perhaps closer to time, but Gavriil had already prayed extensively to Artemis after his conversation with Iason. His son would come home, safe and sound. He had not forgotten Persephone, either, and had prayed for them, to Poseidon for safe passage, and to Hermes to grant them cunning and swiftness.
He looked up at the soft knock and gestured his daughter forward, not rising from the desk. She greeted him and he smiled, but not up at her. His gaze was still on the papers, and so they received the small token of affection, rather than her, though he was most definitely not fond of these reports. When she asked what he was working on, he sighed, pushed the papers away, and rubbed at his face, sitting back in his chair.
“Province reports,” he said through the sigh and lounged back, hands resting on the arms of the chair, and watched her come around the desk. “What do-” he started, because Dorothea never came in here just to settle at the window. She wasn’t the sort to just ‘sit’. But he didn’t get further with that inquiry before another, firmer knock came and his daughter shrugged at him. “Come,” he called and turned back to the door to find Princess Persephone herself entering the study. Gavriil glanced back at his daughter and then returned his steady gaze to the exiled princess who was to be going home on the morrow.
"My Lord...My Lady. I believe that Iason has already spoke to you of our departure tomorrow...? Yet I did not feel able to leave without offering you my truest gratitude for all you have done during my stay and to wish you all the very best until our return to Meganea and to Chaoedia."
“He has,” Gavriil confirmed, not loving this halfcocked plan the younger set of his household had concocted but he couldn’t actually prevent it, either. Probably for Iason, but Persephone was nothing to him, legally speaking, and could do what she wished. Even if he forbade his son from going, there was the chance that Iason would go anyway, and even if he did not, Gavriil knew his son would be moping around until Persephone returned. He had to prove himself a man, as it were, and help her. So, though he’d have wanted them to do this entire thing differently, none of them had come to him for advice on how to do it. They’d trusted to themselves and their own limited knowledge and he would let them reap the benefits of such foolishness, though it pained him internally.
“He knows my opinions,” Gavriil said, sitting back up straight. “I have offered sacrifices for both of you, to several of the gods. This is in their hands.” That was about as much ‘permission’ as he was willing to give, since literally no one had asked him anyway. It was another sign that he was growing older. Less useful. Soon Dorothea would be assisting him, taking him for walks or sitting him out in the grass to enjoy the sun...like an old man. The mirror told him he was aging, but he didn’t feel it.
Lord Gavriil was a creature of habit. His usual habit was to stay home and not be in Vasiliadon quite as much as he had been lately. Always wishing to avoid the city when he could, the past events and subsequent necessities of being Head of House had kept him either in the city or traveling to it during much of the time that Persephone had been with them. As such, he had not seen most of the attachment between Iason and Persephone, though he knew of it. Lately, his mind was filled with more troubling things than his son’s decisions or his future daughter-in-law’s kingdom troubles.
He’d only arrived back at the estate last night and though his responsibilities of being in the city had ruled the last month or so, he took back up his land duties just as easily as though he’d never left. Sitting at his desk, reading now by candle light, even though not all daylight had fled, he held his fist under his chin as he scanned the words on the paper before him, squinting. He found that if he squinted, he could see just a little better and he couldn’t bring papers up close to his face anymore. They had to be further away, though his arm was only so long, and he’d figured out the perfect distance to still read, and make it clear again. Like most people, he was finding that being middle aged was more irksome than it probably should be. When he was even in his forties, he hadn’t had the trouble with reading as he did now and soon, he just knew that he’d have either Dorothea or Alexa reading his messages to him, and likely writing them not long after that. The thought was not a nice one because if he further involved them in the estate, neither one would leave, neither one would get married, and he’d have failed them as a father.
At the moment, he was not overly concerned about Iason’s foray into Athenia. Perhaps closer to time, but Gavriil had already prayed extensively to Artemis after his conversation with Iason. His son would come home, safe and sound. He had not forgotten Persephone, either, and had prayed for them, to Poseidon for safe passage, and to Hermes to grant them cunning and swiftness.
He looked up at the soft knock and gestured his daughter forward, not rising from the desk. She greeted him and he smiled, but not up at her. His gaze was still on the papers, and so they received the small token of affection, rather than her, though he was most definitely not fond of these reports. When she asked what he was working on, he sighed, pushed the papers away, and rubbed at his face, sitting back in his chair.
“Province reports,” he said through the sigh and lounged back, hands resting on the arms of the chair, and watched her come around the desk. “What do-” he started, because Dorothea never came in here just to settle at the window. She wasn’t the sort to just ‘sit’. But he didn’t get further with that inquiry before another, firmer knock came and his daughter shrugged at him. “Come,” he called and turned back to the door to find Princess Persephone herself entering the study. Gavriil glanced back at his daughter and then returned his steady gaze to the exiled princess who was to be going home on the morrow.
"My Lord...My Lady. I believe that Iason has already spoke to you of our departure tomorrow...? Yet I did not feel able to leave without offering you my truest gratitude for all you have done during my stay and to wish you all the very best until our return to Meganea and to Chaoedia."
“He has,” Gavriil confirmed, not loving this halfcocked plan the younger set of his household had concocted but he couldn’t actually prevent it, either. Probably for Iason, but Persephone was nothing to him, legally speaking, and could do what she wished. Even if he forbade his son from going, there was the chance that Iason would go anyway, and even if he did not, Gavriil knew his son would be moping around until Persephone returned. He had to prove himself a man, as it were, and help her. So, though he’d have wanted them to do this entire thing differently, none of them had come to him for advice on how to do it. They’d trusted to themselves and their own limited knowledge and he would let them reap the benefits of such foolishness, though it pained him internally.
“He knows my opinions,” Gavriil said, sitting back up straight. “I have offered sacrifices for both of you, to several of the gods. This is in their hands.” That was about as much ‘permission’ as he was willing to give, since literally no one had asked him anyway. It was another sign that he was growing older. Less useful. Soon Dorothea would be assisting him, taking him for walks or sitting him out in the grass to enjoy the sun...like an old man. The mirror told him he was aging, but he didn’t feel it.
Dorothea was quiet, observing the quiet statement by Persephone and then her father’s reaction. It appeared that nobody in this house was quite surprised by what was going to happen – yet this conversation was taking place anyway. Ah, the formalities of nobility, she thought, inwardly sighing. Though in many ways it was also the formality of family too. Iason had already spoken to their father, now it was Persephone’s turn. Dorothea rather admired that. She wasn’t sure of too many women who would partake in the same action. They would simply be content to let their husbands – or future husbands – do it for them.
Over the past weeks, Dorothea found there was a great many things she admired about Persephone. The two of them had formed a bit of a bond that Dorothea had never had with another woman in friendship before. It took great guts and courage to grow up as Persephone had. So much so that Dorothea wasn’t sure that she could have done it herself. The independence of her sister to be was deeply respected.
As her father mentioned the sacrifices that he had made on Iason and Persephone’s behalf, Doro figured it was as good of a time as any to make her request. The two people she most wanted to ask were in the room and they were speaking of the very subject that she wished to make her offer. She stood to give a slight curtsey to Persephone, acknowledging her statements and the situation at hand.
“Iason too has told me of this mission,” she began, knowing she both had to tread carefully and move quickly. Surely her father would see where she was going with this and shut it down. “And I wish to be of service to the two of you,” she continued, looking at Persephone with a serious and earnest expression.
“I am a skilled fighter and believe I could be of great assistance, should it come to fighting. Your odds are better with one more in the group and I would be honored to go with you. I can be ready at a moment’s notice and have not much to pack. I hope you will consider my offer.” She glanced between the two of them at that to show she was asking them both.
Truthfully, she couldn’t bear the thought of something happening to either of them and so she knew that the best way she could prevent that would be to go along herself. Dorothea was skilled with the bow and she wanted to put her skills to use to protect those that she loved.
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Dorothea was quiet, observing the quiet statement by Persephone and then her father’s reaction. It appeared that nobody in this house was quite surprised by what was going to happen – yet this conversation was taking place anyway. Ah, the formalities of nobility, she thought, inwardly sighing. Though in many ways it was also the formality of family too. Iason had already spoken to their father, now it was Persephone’s turn. Dorothea rather admired that. She wasn’t sure of too many women who would partake in the same action. They would simply be content to let their husbands – or future husbands – do it for them.
Over the past weeks, Dorothea found there was a great many things she admired about Persephone. The two of them had formed a bit of a bond that Dorothea had never had with another woman in friendship before. It took great guts and courage to grow up as Persephone had. So much so that Dorothea wasn’t sure that she could have done it herself. The independence of her sister to be was deeply respected.
As her father mentioned the sacrifices that he had made on Iason and Persephone’s behalf, Doro figured it was as good of a time as any to make her request. The two people she most wanted to ask were in the room and they were speaking of the very subject that she wished to make her offer. She stood to give a slight curtsey to Persephone, acknowledging her statements and the situation at hand.
“Iason too has told me of this mission,” she began, knowing she both had to tread carefully and move quickly. Surely her father would see where she was going with this and shut it down. “And I wish to be of service to the two of you,” she continued, looking at Persephone with a serious and earnest expression.
“I am a skilled fighter and believe I could be of great assistance, should it come to fighting. Your odds are better with one more in the group and I would be honored to go with you. I can be ready at a moment’s notice and have not much to pack. I hope you will consider my offer.” She glanced between the two of them at that to show she was asking them both.
Truthfully, she couldn’t bear the thought of something happening to either of them and so she knew that the best way she could prevent that would be to go along herself. Dorothea was skilled with the bow and she wanted to put her skills to use to protect those that she loved.
Dorothea was quiet, observing the quiet statement by Persephone and then her father’s reaction. It appeared that nobody in this house was quite surprised by what was going to happen – yet this conversation was taking place anyway. Ah, the formalities of nobility, she thought, inwardly sighing. Though in many ways it was also the formality of family too. Iason had already spoken to their father, now it was Persephone’s turn. Dorothea rather admired that. She wasn’t sure of too many women who would partake in the same action. They would simply be content to let their husbands – or future husbands – do it for them.
Over the past weeks, Dorothea found there was a great many things she admired about Persephone. The two of them had formed a bit of a bond that Dorothea had never had with another woman in friendship before. It took great guts and courage to grow up as Persephone had. So much so that Dorothea wasn’t sure that she could have done it herself. The independence of her sister to be was deeply respected.
As her father mentioned the sacrifices that he had made on Iason and Persephone’s behalf, Doro figured it was as good of a time as any to make her request. The two people she most wanted to ask were in the room and they were speaking of the very subject that she wished to make her offer. She stood to give a slight curtsey to Persephone, acknowledging her statements and the situation at hand.
“Iason too has told me of this mission,” she began, knowing she both had to tread carefully and move quickly. Surely her father would see where she was going with this and shut it down. “And I wish to be of service to the two of you,” she continued, looking at Persephone with a serious and earnest expression.
“I am a skilled fighter and believe I could be of great assistance, should it come to fighting. Your odds are better with one more in the group and I would be honored to go with you. I can be ready at a moment’s notice and have not much to pack. I hope you will consider my offer.” She glanced between the two of them at that to show she was asking them both.
Truthfully, she couldn’t bear the thought of something happening to either of them and so she knew that the best way she could prevent that would be to go along herself. Dorothea was skilled with the bow and she wanted to put her skills to use to protect those that she loved.
The words were barely out of the patriarch’s mouth before his eldest daughter’s voice piped up. Gavriil half twisted in his chair to look at Dorothea as she spoke. “Iason too has told me of this mission-”
“Dorothea-” he cautioned, doing exactly what she’d assumed he would do and stopping her right there. Imagine that; his daughter sailing off across the ocean with Iason and Persephone, walking into a precarious situation like that? Absolutely not. On the one hand, he knew that as long as Dorothea was armed with her bow, she would be perfectly safe. On the other hand...never. She would not be getting on that boat. Too many people might endanger this already foolhardy mission. Besides, just because he was proud of her for felling any forest animal she set her sights on, he had no desire for her to ever take a human being’s life. Dorthea’s gaze had shifted from him to Persephone and Gavriil glanced between them, only to stand as she next spoke, applying to her future sister-in-law instead, as though that woman had any sway in this house.
“And I wish to be of service to the two of you.” Gavriil drew in a deep, calming breath. He’d been about to stop her from talking, but decided against it. After all, what harm would it do for her to get out all she wanted to say? It would change nothing at all about the situation. His will was iron. She was not going.
Gavriil’s expression softened a fraction when she finished her speech. If she’d been a son, he’d have relented. To let her go would do more harm to her future than it would to aid it. It would get it into her head that she was a warrior and not his daughter, someone he wanted to become a mother herself, one day. If he let her go, that was far less likely to happen. She’d have a taste of a life she couldn’t ever fully have and her unhappiness would deepen further. She would be beyond his help and that was something he could not bear to think on.
“You would be an asset,” Gavriil agreed. “But an unnecessary one. Too many horses in the same stall, daughter. Where your aid would be needed, your presence might endanger the entire enterprise. Iason cannot worry about your safety and that of his future wife. I do not doubt that you will take care of yourself, but it is best and my decision that you are to stay here.”
Gavriil didn’t look to Persephone or apply for her help in this matter. He didn’t need it. There wasn’t ever a question of Dorothea going, and though it did break his heart to have to tell his daughter ‘no’, something he tried to avoid on a regular basis, in this, he was firm. Firm, but not unfeeling.
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The words were barely out of the patriarch’s mouth before his eldest daughter’s voice piped up. Gavriil half twisted in his chair to look at Dorothea as she spoke. “Iason too has told me of this mission-”
“Dorothea-” he cautioned, doing exactly what she’d assumed he would do and stopping her right there. Imagine that; his daughter sailing off across the ocean with Iason and Persephone, walking into a precarious situation like that? Absolutely not. On the one hand, he knew that as long as Dorothea was armed with her bow, she would be perfectly safe. On the other hand...never. She would not be getting on that boat. Too many people might endanger this already foolhardy mission. Besides, just because he was proud of her for felling any forest animal she set her sights on, he had no desire for her to ever take a human being’s life. Dorthea’s gaze had shifted from him to Persephone and Gavriil glanced between them, only to stand as she next spoke, applying to her future sister-in-law instead, as though that woman had any sway in this house.
“And I wish to be of service to the two of you.” Gavriil drew in a deep, calming breath. He’d been about to stop her from talking, but decided against it. After all, what harm would it do for her to get out all she wanted to say? It would change nothing at all about the situation. His will was iron. She was not going.
Gavriil’s expression softened a fraction when she finished her speech. If she’d been a son, he’d have relented. To let her go would do more harm to her future than it would to aid it. It would get it into her head that she was a warrior and not his daughter, someone he wanted to become a mother herself, one day. If he let her go, that was far less likely to happen. She’d have a taste of a life she couldn’t ever fully have and her unhappiness would deepen further. She would be beyond his help and that was something he could not bear to think on.
“You would be an asset,” Gavriil agreed. “But an unnecessary one. Too many horses in the same stall, daughter. Where your aid would be needed, your presence might endanger the entire enterprise. Iason cannot worry about your safety and that of his future wife. I do not doubt that you will take care of yourself, but it is best and my decision that you are to stay here.”
Gavriil didn’t look to Persephone or apply for her help in this matter. He didn’t need it. There wasn’t ever a question of Dorothea going, and though it did break his heart to have to tell his daughter ‘no’, something he tried to avoid on a regular basis, in this, he was firm. Firm, but not unfeeling.
The words were barely out of the patriarch’s mouth before his eldest daughter’s voice piped up. Gavriil half twisted in his chair to look at Dorothea as she spoke. “Iason too has told me of this mission-”
“Dorothea-” he cautioned, doing exactly what she’d assumed he would do and stopping her right there. Imagine that; his daughter sailing off across the ocean with Iason and Persephone, walking into a precarious situation like that? Absolutely not. On the one hand, he knew that as long as Dorothea was armed with her bow, she would be perfectly safe. On the other hand...never. She would not be getting on that boat. Too many people might endanger this already foolhardy mission. Besides, just because he was proud of her for felling any forest animal she set her sights on, he had no desire for her to ever take a human being’s life. Dorthea’s gaze had shifted from him to Persephone and Gavriil glanced between them, only to stand as she next spoke, applying to her future sister-in-law instead, as though that woman had any sway in this house.
“And I wish to be of service to the two of you.” Gavriil drew in a deep, calming breath. He’d been about to stop her from talking, but decided against it. After all, what harm would it do for her to get out all she wanted to say? It would change nothing at all about the situation. His will was iron. She was not going.
Gavriil’s expression softened a fraction when she finished her speech. If she’d been a son, he’d have relented. To let her go would do more harm to her future than it would to aid it. It would get it into her head that she was a warrior and not his daughter, someone he wanted to become a mother herself, one day. If he let her go, that was far less likely to happen. She’d have a taste of a life she couldn’t ever fully have and her unhappiness would deepen further. She would be beyond his help and that was something he could not bear to think on.
“You would be an asset,” Gavriil agreed. “But an unnecessary one. Too many horses in the same stall, daughter. Where your aid would be needed, your presence might endanger the entire enterprise. Iason cannot worry about your safety and that of his future wife. I do not doubt that you will take care of yourself, but it is best and my decision that you are to stay here.”
Gavriil didn’t look to Persephone or apply for her help in this matter. He didn’t need it. There wasn’t ever a question of Dorothea going, and though it did break his heart to have to tell his daughter ‘no’, something he tried to avoid on a regular basis, in this, he was firm. Firm, but not unfeeling.
Dorothea was well aware that this was not going to go over well. It didn’t mean she wasn’t going to try. She understood that her father had her best interests at heart, but perhaps he didn’t realize what her interests really were. Perhaps he didn’t realize that she wanted more than to simply ride around their estates all day, waiting for a suitable partner to offer to marry her. She never wanted to marry. It was so constricting. She wanted the freedom to move about as she pleased and do what she wanted. She wanted to help her brother and future sister if that was what she could do. The gods had given her a gift for a reason and it wasn’t to shoot at targets all day while she could be put to real use. To help someone who truly needed it. She was determined not to let her life be a waste of space.
Her father let her speak her piece, despite his initial warning. She knew it to be a fairness, but also dreaded what was to come next. She let his words wash over her, trying not to let any anger rise. She heard his words almost at a distance, through a fog. She heard every one, but they didn’t quite reach her in the normal way. For perhaps the first time in her life, she absolutely disagreed with her father. They could squabble over her getting married, over what she did with her life, but Dorothea knew that he wasn’t doubting who she was at her core. However, despite his words, this felt like that.
Finally, a chance for her to be useful and he just denied it. Denied her the one opportunity for her to do something that was of meaning. Something that was beyond her life on these grounds. Something that Dorothea was realizing more and more that she needed. She wanted her life to be worth something.
“I disagree, father,” she replied, looking at him. “I fail to see how my presence might endanger anyone. Iason knows to trust me and my skill. He gives me more credit than you do.” Perhaps the words were hurtful, but she felt hurt. Gavriil did not trust her, even after all the time he had spent with her and her bow. She knew stealth from hunting. Accuracy from years of practice. She could do this. If only he would let her.
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Dorothea was well aware that this was not going to go over well. It didn’t mean she wasn’t going to try. She understood that her father had her best interests at heart, but perhaps he didn’t realize what her interests really were. Perhaps he didn’t realize that she wanted more than to simply ride around their estates all day, waiting for a suitable partner to offer to marry her. She never wanted to marry. It was so constricting. She wanted the freedom to move about as she pleased and do what she wanted. She wanted to help her brother and future sister if that was what she could do. The gods had given her a gift for a reason and it wasn’t to shoot at targets all day while she could be put to real use. To help someone who truly needed it. She was determined not to let her life be a waste of space.
Her father let her speak her piece, despite his initial warning. She knew it to be a fairness, but also dreaded what was to come next. She let his words wash over her, trying not to let any anger rise. She heard his words almost at a distance, through a fog. She heard every one, but they didn’t quite reach her in the normal way. For perhaps the first time in her life, she absolutely disagreed with her father. They could squabble over her getting married, over what she did with her life, but Dorothea knew that he wasn’t doubting who she was at her core. However, despite his words, this felt like that.
Finally, a chance for her to be useful and he just denied it. Denied her the one opportunity for her to do something that was of meaning. Something that was beyond her life on these grounds. Something that Dorothea was realizing more and more that she needed. She wanted her life to be worth something.
“I disagree, father,” she replied, looking at him. “I fail to see how my presence might endanger anyone. Iason knows to trust me and my skill. He gives me more credit than you do.” Perhaps the words were hurtful, but she felt hurt. Gavriil did not trust her, even after all the time he had spent with her and her bow. She knew stealth from hunting. Accuracy from years of practice. She could do this. If only he would let her.
Dorothea was well aware that this was not going to go over well. It didn’t mean she wasn’t going to try. She understood that her father had her best interests at heart, but perhaps he didn’t realize what her interests really were. Perhaps he didn’t realize that she wanted more than to simply ride around their estates all day, waiting for a suitable partner to offer to marry her. She never wanted to marry. It was so constricting. She wanted the freedom to move about as she pleased and do what she wanted. She wanted to help her brother and future sister if that was what she could do. The gods had given her a gift for a reason and it wasn’t to shoot at targets all day while she could be put to real use. To help someone who truly needed it. She was determined not to let her life be a waste of space.
Her father let her speak her piece, despite his initial warning. She knew it to be a fairness, but also dreaded what was to come next. She let his words wash over her, trying not to let any anger rise. She heard his words almost at a distance, through a fog. She heard every one, but they didn’t quite reach her in the normal way. For perhaps the first time in her life, she absolutely disagreed with her father. They could squabble over her getting married, over what she did with her life, but Dorothea knew that he wasn’t doubting who she was at her core. However, despite his words, this felt like that.
Finally, a chance for her to be useful and he just denied it. Denied her the one opportunity for her to do something that was of meaning. Something that was beyond her life on these grounds. Something that Dorothea was realizing more and more that she needed. She wanted her life to be worth something.
“I disagree, father,” she replied, looking at him. “I fail to see how my presence might endanger anyone. Iason knows to trust me and my skill. He gives me more credit than you do.” Perhaps the words were hurtful, but she felt hurt. Gavriil did not trust her, even after all the time he had spent with her and her bow. She knew stealth from hunting. Accuracy from years of practice. She could do this. If only he would let her.
As Gavriil was calm in his response to Persephone, the young Queen was the same in return. Her head bowed, her knees dipped and she offered him a moment of gratitude when he mentioned of the sacrifices he had made to the Gods on their behalf.
"I think you kindly, My Lord." She told the man who would be her father-in-law, straightening once more to assure him that she would do all she could to ensure a peaceful return to Taengea for his son. Before she could speak, however, it was Dorothea who came to her feet and wished to offer her own words. As a guest in their house, Persephone was quick to draw her lips sealed and wait out the hostess' intent and words.
Persephone was loathed to interrupt the father and daughter as they spoke back and forth. Instead, she entertained only her own thoughts over actual words as the dialogue bounced between each of them.
When her soon to be sister wished to journey with her, Persephone felt a warmth spread across her chest in friendship and compassion. She knew of the girl's skill with a bow and knew of her intent to help and care for her brother and - if it was not too arrogant for Persephone to suspect - herself. She had bonded with the woman during her stay in Taengea these last few months and she could not help the deep seeded connection she now felt with her. A sisterhood that was all the stronger for its newness, even if it had yet to grow its strongest roots as yet.
Then as Lord Gavriil spoke to forbid the journey, Persephone could only heartily agree. She would have never permitted a second of Lord Gavriil's children to be sent into danger. To have one accompany her was already too much guilt and worry for her soul to bear and yet Iason would not be persuaded otherwise. Dorothea, however, was female within her father's control which meant that she could be curtailed from such adventures. And had Lord Gavriil not already done so, Persephone would have done her very best to ensure that to be the case. For she cared for the girl too much now to openly accept her desire to put herself into danger for her sake.
Her tongue coming out to lick at her lips at the awkward moment of rebelliousness between daughter and father, Persephone stepped forward towards Dorothea, reaching out to take her hands with her own.
"Dearest Dorothea..." Persephone said, the endearment leaving her lips not for the first time since she had been with the family, for their friendship had truly grown as Iason's sister had taught her archery and she had helped entertain Dorothea with the more irritatingly stupid rules of Athenian decorum and society. "You do your family credit with your bravery and compassion but I do not have your heart." Persephone's eyes turned wistful and apologetic, but also begging. "I have not the strength it would take to risk two of your father's children on such a journey and would fear losing my home a second time if I am to bring you and Iason both to a land where I am wanted dead."
She squeezed hold of Dorothea's hands.
"Please understand that your presence here, praying for us and keeping yourself and your family cared for will give me more hope and support for returning back to this land than your prowess at archery could offer were you by my side." Persephone smiled in a bright manner that was also sad. "I favour your kindness and faith in us to be of greater power than your bow."
Persephone offered a light shrug to punctuate her words, her gaze glancing just momentarily towards Lord Gavriil behind is desk.
"Might you save my soul the burden of worry by accepting your father's wisdom in this?" She asked the girl, her words a soft plea between two friends, before she broke with the severity of language and formal decorum to wrinkle her nose at Dorothea. "Though I forbid you from not sending me letters to strengthen my resolve whilst I am gone."
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As Gavriil was calm in his response to Persephone, the young Queen was the same in return. Her head bowed, her knees dipped and she offered him a moment of gratitude when he mentioned of the sacrifices he had made to the Gods on their behalf.
"I think you kindly, My Lord." She told the man who would be her father-in-law, straightening once more to assure him that she would do all she could to ensure a peaceful return to Taengea for his son. Before she could speak, however, it was Dorothea who came to her feet and wished to offer her own words. As a guest in their house, Persephone was quick to draw her lips sealed and wait out the hostess' intent and words.
Persephone was loathed to interrupt the father and daughter as they spoke back and forth. Instead, she entertained only her own thoughts over actual words as the dialogue bounced between each of them.
When her soon to be sister wished to journey with her, Persephone felt a warmth spread across her chest in friendship and compassion. She knew of the girl's skill with a bow and knew of her intent to help and care for her brother and - if it was not too arrogant for Persephone to suspect - herself. She had bonded with the woman during her stay in Taengea these last few months and she could not help the deep seeded connection she now felt with her. A sisterhood that was all the stronger for its newness, even if it had yet to grow its strongest roots as yet.
Then as Lord Gavriil spoke to forbid the journey, Persephone could only heartily agree. She would have never permitted a second of Lord Gavriil's children to be sent into danger. To have one accompany her was already too much guilt and worry for her soul to bear and yet Iason would not be persuaded otherwise. Dorothea, however, was female within her father's control which meant that she could be curtailed from such adventures. And had Lord Gavriil not already done so, Persephone would have done her very best to ensure that to be the case. For she cared for the girl too much now to openly accept her desire to put herself into danger for her sake.
Her tongue coming out to lick at her lips at the awkward moment of rebelliousness between daughter and father, Persephone stepped forward towards Dorothea, reaching out to take her hands with her own.
"Dearest Dorothea..." Persephone said, the endearment leaving her lips not for the first time since she had been with the family, for their friendship had truly grown as Iason's sister had taught her archery and she had helped entertain Dorothea with the more irritatingly stupid rules of Athenian decorum and society. "You do your family credit with your bravery and compassion but I do not have your heart." Persephone's eyes turned wistful and apologetic, but also begging. "I have not the strength it would take to risk two of your father's children on such a journey and would fear losing my home a second time if I am to bring you and Iason both to a land where I am wanted dead."
She squeezed hold of Dorothea's hands.
"Please understand that your presence here, praying for us and keeping yourself and your family cared for will give me more hope and support for returning back to this land than your prowess at archery could offer were you by my side." Persephone smiled in a bright manner that was also sad. "I favour your kindness and faith in us to be of greater power than your bow."
Persephone offered a light shrug to punctuate her words, her gaze glancing just momentarily towards Lord Gavriil behind is desk.
"Might you save my soul the burden of worry by accepting your father's wisdom in this?" She asked the girl, her words a soft plea between two friends, before she broke with the severity of language and formal decorum to wrinkle her nose at Dorothea. "Though I forbid you from not sending me letters to strengthen my resolve whilst I am gone."
As Gavriil was calm in his response to Persephone, the young Queen was the same in return. Her head bowed, her knees dipped and she offered him a moment of gratitude when he mentioned of the sacrifices he had made to the Gods on their behalf.
"I think you kindly, My Lord." She told the man who would be her father-in-law, straightening once more to assure him that she would do all she could to ensure a peaceful return to Taengea for his son. Before she could speak, however, it was Dorothea who came to her feet and wished to offer her own words. As a guest in their house, Persephone was quick to draw her lips sealed and wait out the hostess' intent and words.
Persephone was loathed to interrupt the father and daughter as they spoke back and forth. Instead, she entertained only her own thoughts over actual words as the dialogue bounced between each of them.
When her soon to be sister wished to journey with her, Persephone felt a warmth spread across her chest in friendship and compassion. She knew of the girl's skill with a bow and knew of her intent to help and care for her brother and - if it was not too arrogant for Persephone to suspect - herself. She had bonded with the woman during her stay in Taengea these last few months and she could not help the deep seeded connection she now felt with her. A sisterhood that was all the stronger for its newness, even if it had yet to grow its strongest roots as yet.
Then as Lord Gavriil spoke to forbid the journey, Persephone could only heartily agree. She would have never permitted a second of Lord Gavriil's children to be sent into danger. To have one accompany her was already too much guilt and worry for her soul to bear and yet Iason would not be persuaded otherwise. Dorothea, however, was female within her father's control which meant that she could be curtailed from such adventures. And had Lord Gavriil not already done so, Persephone would have done her very best to ensure that to be the case. For she cared for the girl too much now to openly accept her desire to put herself into danger for her sake.
Her tongue coming out to lick at her lips at the awkward moment of rebelliousness between daughter and father, Persephone stepped forward towards Dorothea, reaching out to take her hands with her own.
"Dearest Dorothea..." Persephone said, the endearment leaving her lips not for the first time since she had been with the family, for their friendship had truly grown as Iason's sister had taught her archery and she had helped entertain Dorothea with the more irritatingly stupid rules of Athenian decorum and society. "You do your family credit with your bravery and compassion but I do not have your heart." Persephone's eyes turned wistful and apologetic, but also begging. "I have not the strength it would take to risk two of your father's children on such a journey and would fear losing my home a second time if I am to bring you and Iason both to a land where I am wanted dead."
She squeezed hold of Dorothea's hands.
"Please understand that your presence here, praying for us and keeping yourself and your family cared for will give me more hope and support for returning back to this land than your prowess at archery could offer were you by my side." Persephone smiled in a bright manner that was also sad. "I favour your kindness and faith in us to be of greater power than your bow."
Persephone offered a light shrug to punctuate her words, her gaze glancing just momentarily towards Lord Gavriil behind is desk.
"Might you save my soul the burden of worry by accepting your father's wisdom in this?" She asked the girl, her words a soft plea between two friends, before she broke with the severity of language and formal decorum to wrinkle her nose at Dorothea. "Though I forbid you from not sending me letters to strengthen my resolve whilst I am gone."
Being a parent was a strange thing. Three thinking, living, breathing people were walking around in the world, each half of himself. Three pieces of his soul, it almost felt like. Their other half, of course, came from their mother. With that mindset, it was easy to want to be kind to his offspring, to want what was best for them. Beyond the love and natural parental concern for them, he deeply wanted them all to be successful. Because his daughter was a thinking, living, breathing person in her own right, this was hardly the very first time they’d butted heads. It was a natural part of life, though a disagreement hadn’t happened in quite a long time. Mostly when she was younger and in less control of her own emotions. Patiently, moment by moment, Gavriil had sought to curb her reckless streak, attempting to turn it towards a more productive and hopefully satisfying outlet for all; hunting. Something she’d been good at. It allowed her to expend energy, gave her control over the life and death of another being, gave her a sense of purpose, taught empathy, consequences...that was the intent, anyway.
In a rare bit of naivety displayed by the patriarch, he’d hoped it would be enough. Unlike her, he did not share a wanderlust. He did not want to leave and had no desire to make a huge mark on the landscape. All he wanted to influence was already under his power and he tried to be a fair minded lord, cognisant of not only his own actions, but of how the actions of others would impact life on the Dimitrou estate as a whole. Her words flung at him now, accusing him of not trusting her, and in subtext, of trying to over control her for his own purposes, did sting just the littlest bit.
The grave expression on his face did not change. Words from little children could be deeply hurtful if parents let them. Things said in anger, things the child couldn’t possibly mean and know the depth of should be ignored and spoken about later. But Dorothea wasn’t a child and Gavriil did wonder, as he stared her down, if she did truly feel that way - if she did assume he did not trust her, despite him saying he did and laying out perfectly good reasons for her not to go. Hadn’t he already said she would be an asset with her skill alone? Hadn’t he said it wasn’t her abilities but her presence that would lead to an issue not with her but with her brother, who would no doubt seek to protect her at all costs? Yes. He had. And she’d chosen to ignore those words. No hurt feelings flitted across his face and the unyielding stare he leveled her with didn’t shift anywhere else.
It was only when Persephone began to speak that Gavriil permitted a single sigh to escape through his nose and glanced her direction. He stood immovable and tense as Persephone crossed the room to take hold of Dorothea’s hands, beseeching her to understand that, not only did he, Gavriil not think it a good idea for her to go, but Persephone felt the same. Though, Persephone spoke in a far more sentimental way that would never have left Gavriil’s mouth in that manner. The truth of the matter was, Gavriil hoped Dorothea would either listen to him as a father or to Persephone as a friend, but if she chose not to understand or obey either person, she would be compelled to do so. One thing the patriarch would not entertain was rebellion. Unlike some fathers, he would not crash down on her with a hammer, but nor would he permit her to follow her own ignorance to her detriment. One way or another, she would not be stepping a single foot on that boat.
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Being a parent was a strange thing. Three thinking, living, breathing people were walking around in the world, each half of himself. Three pieces of his soul, it almost felt like. Their other half, of course, came from their mother. With that mindset, it was easy to want to be kind to his offspring, to want what was best for them. Beyond the love and natural parental concern for them, he deeply wanted them all to be successful. Because his daughter was a thinking, living, breathing person in her own right, this was hardly the very first time they’d butted heads. It was a natural part of life, though a disagreement hadn’t happened in quite a long time. Mostly when she was younger and in less control of her own emotions. Patiently, moment by moment, Gavriil had sought to curb her reckless streak, attempting to turn it towards a more productive and hopefully satisfying outlet for all; hunting. Something she’d been good at. It allowed her to expend energy, gave her control over the life and death of another being, gave her a sense of purpose, taught empathy, consequences...that was the intent, anyway.
In a rare bit of naivety displayed by the patriarch, he’d hoped it would be enough. Unlike her, he did not share a wanderlust. He did not want to leave and had no desire to make a huge mark on the landscape. All he wanted to influence was already under his power and he tried to be a fair minded lord, cognisant of not only his own actions, but of how the actions of others would impact life on the Dimitrou estate as a whole. Her words flung at him now, accusing him of not trusting her, and in subtext, of trying to over control her for his own purposes, did sting just the littlest bit.
The grave expression on his face did not change. Words from little children could be deeply hurtful if parents let them. Things said in anger, things the child couldn’t possibly mean and know the depth of should be ignored and spoken about later. But Dorothea wasn’t a child and Gavriil did wonder, as he stared her down, if she did truly feel that way - if she did assume he did not trust her, despite him saying he did and laying out perfectly good reasons for her not to go. Hadn’t he already said she would be an asset with her skill alone? Hadn’t he said it wasn’t her abilities but her presence that would lead to an issue not with her but with her brother, who would no doubt seek to protect her at all costs? Yes. He had. And she’d chosen to ignore those words. No hurt feelings flitted across his face and the unyielding stare he leveled her with didn’t shift anywhere else.
It was only when Persephone began to speak that Gavriil permitted a single sigh to escape through his nose and glanced her direction. He stood immovable and tense as Persephone crossed the room to take hold of Dorothea’s hands, beseeching her to understand that, not only did he, Gavriil not think it a good idea for her to go, but Persephone felt the same. Though, Persephone spoke in a far more sentimental way that would never have left Gavriil’s mouth in that manner. The truth of the matter was, Gavriil hoped Dorothea would either listen to him as a father or to Persephone as a friend, but if she chose not to understand or obey either person, she would be compelled to do so. One thing the patriarch would not entertain was rebellion. Unlike some fathers, he would not crash down on her with a hammer, but nor would he permit her to follow her own ignorance to her detriment. One way or another, she would not be stepping a single foot on that boat.
Being a parent was a strange thing. Three thinking, living, breathing people were walking around in the world, each half of himself. Three pieces of his soul, it almost felt like. Their other half, of course, came from their mother. With that mindset, it was easy to want to be kind to his offspring, to want what was best for them. Beyond the love and natural parental concern for them, he deeply wanted them all to be successful. Because his daughter was a thinking, living, breathing person in her own right, this was hardly the very first time they’d butted heads. It was a natural part of life, though a disagreement hadn’t happened in quite a long time. Mostly when she was younger and in less control of her own emotions. Patiently, moment by moment, Gavriil had sought to curb her reckless streak, attempting to turn it towards a more productive and hopefully satisfying outlet for all; hunting. Something she’d been good at. It allowed her to expend energy, gave her control over the life and death of another being, gave her a sense of purpose, taught empathy, consequences...that was the intent, anyway.
In a rare bit of naivety displayed by the patriarch, he’d hoped it would be enough. Unlike her, he did not share a wanderlust. He did not want to leave and had no desire to make a huge mark on the landscape. All he wanted to influence was already under his power and he tried to be a fair minded lord, cognisant of not only his own actions, but of how the actions of others would impact life on the Dimitrou estate as a whole. Her words flung at him now, accusing him of not trusting her, and in subtext, of trying to over control her for his own purposes, did sting just the littlest bit.
The grave expression on his face did not change. Words from little children could be deeply hurtful if parents let them. Things said in anger, things the child couldn’t possibly mean and know the depth of should be ignored and spoken about later. But Dorothea wasn’t a child and Gavriil did wonder, as he stared her down, if she did truly feel that way - if she did assume he did not trust her, despite him saying he did and laying out perfectly good reasons for her not to go. Hadn’t he already said she would be an asset with her skill alone? Hadn’t he said it wasn’t her abilities but her presence that would lead to an issue not with her but with her brother, who would no doubt seek to protect her at all costs? Yes. He had. And she’d chosen to ignore those words. No hurt feelings flitted across his face and the unyielding stare he leveled her with didn’t shift anywhere else.
It was only when Persephone began to speak that Gavriil permitted a single sigh to escape through his nose and glanced her direction. He stood immovable and tense as Persephone crossed the room to take hold of Dorothea’s hands, beseeching her to understand that, not only did he, Gavriil not think it a good idea for her to go, but Persephone felt the same. Though, Persephone spoke in a far more sentimental way that would never have left Gavriil’s mouth in that manner. The truth of the matter was, Gavriil hoped Dorothea would either listen to him as a father or to Persephone as a friend, but if she chose not to understand or obey either person, she would be compelled to do so. One thing the patriarch would not entertain was rebellion. Unlike some fathers, he would not crash down on her with a hammer, but nor would he permit her to follow her own ignorance to her detriment. One way or another, she would not be stepping a single foot on that boat.
Dorothea had always known this would never work, but found her feelings more hurt than she had thought they might be. She wanted to do this, to show her love for her siblings and the strength of her skill. It was more than just being able to shoot, but to be independent and put forth a real effort in this world. Surely they must see that she was capable of doing this. Yet, it appeared as neither her father nor Persephone believed in such a thing. In some ways, it was the most heartbreaking thing Dorothea had experienced.
As the queen came and took her hands, Dorothea forced herself to look at her friend and not to show any of the hurt that she was feeling. She understood what her friend was saying and all of the reasons for it, but reasoning didn’t make sense to her right now. She didn’t want to be reasoned with and to have to follow all of the conventional logic that had held her back her whole life. That wasn’t fair. Not when the world was changing and a woman could become queen of her own birthright, not because she was married or tied to a man. Dorothea wanted to be a part of that. She wanted to be a woman who was seen for who she was and what she had accomplished, not only for her sex.
Yet, it seemed that now was not the time for her. Dorothea could see that there was no point in further arguing with anyone. They would not allow it to happen. And as much as she wanted to sneak away and join Persephone and Iason anyway, she knew that would only leave a sour taste in everyone’s mouth. Dorothea respected her family too much to do that. She didn’t want to leave Persephone feeling guilty when she needed to be focused on her task. Dorothea could see that. She wouldn’t impose on her friend in this way.
Doro forced herself to pretend, smiling wanly at Persephone and giving her hands a gentle squeeze in return. She couldn’t pretend to be happy about this decision, but she could pretend to be at peace with it. She had to show that she was accepting both her father’s demand and Persephone’s concern.
“I understand,” Dorothea said loudly enough for her father to hear as well. “And I thank you for your concern for our family, just as you should know we are concerned for you. Please accept my prayers for your safety and I hope that the gods will favor you.” Saying goodbye was always difficult, she thought, hating it as much as she hated not to be going.
“And of course, once you are safe, please let me know where I can send my letters to. I shall miss speaking to you in person, but at least we can have this.”
With that, this was about all Dorothea could stand. She hated prolonged goodbyes and this was turning out to be one in the worst of ways. The girl kissed her sister on the cheek and whispered, “Goodbye my sister. I shall miss you.”
As she pulled away, Doro gave her father a nod, telling him that the matter was over for now. She was still angry, but could no longer face it in this moment. She gave Persephone one last look and smile before exiting the room.
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Dorothea had always known this would never work, but found her feelings more hurt than she had thought they might be. She wanted to do this, to show her love for her siblings and the strength of her skill. It was more than just being able to shoot, but to be independent and put forth a real effort in this world. Surely they must see that she was capable of doing this. Yet, it appeared as neither her father nor Persephone believed in such a thing. In some ways, it was the most heartbreaking thing Dorothea had experienced.
As the queen came and took her hands, Dorothea forced herself to look at her friend and not to show any of the hurt that she was feeling. She understood what her friend was saying and all of the reasons for it, but reasoning didn’t make sense to her right now. She didn’t want to be reasoned with and to have to follow all of the conventional logic that had held her back her whole life. That wasn’t fair. Not when the world was changing and a woman could become queen of her own birthright, not because she was married or tied to a man. Dorothea wanted to be a part of that. She wanted to be a woman who was seen for who she was and what she had accomplished, not only for her sex.
Yet, it seemed that now was not the time for her. Dorothea could see that there was no point in further arguing with anyone. They would not allow it to happen. And as much as she wanted to sneak away and join Persephone and Iason anyway, she knew that would only leave a sour taste in everyone’s mouth. Dorothea respected her family too much to do that. She didn’t want to leave Persephone feeling guilty when she needed to be focused on her task. Dorothea could see that. She wouldn’t impose on her friend in this way.
Doro forced herself to pretend, smiling wanly at Persephone and giving her hands a gentle squeeze in return. She couldn’t pretend to be happy about this decision, but she could pretend to be at peace with it. She had to show that she was accepting both her father’s demand and Persephone’s concern.
“I understand,” Dorothea said loudly enough for her father to hear as well. “And I thank you for your concern for our family, just as you should know we are concerned for you. Please accept my prayers for your safety and I hope that the gods will favor you.” Saying goodbye was always difficult, she thought, hating it as much as she hated not to be going.
“And of course, once you are safe, please let me know where I can send my letters to. I shall miss speaking to you in person, but at least we can have this.”
With that, this was about all Dorothea could stand. She hated prolonged goodbyes and this was turning out to be one in the worst of ways. The girl kissed her sister on the cheek and whispered, “Goodbye my sister. I shall miss you.”
As she pulled away, Doro gave her father a nod, telling him that the matter was over for now. She was still angry, but could no longer face it in this moment. She gave Persephone one last look and smile before exiting the room.
Dorothea had always known this would never work, but found her feelings more hurt than she had thought they might be. She wanted to do this, to show her love for her siblings and the strength of her skill. It was more than just being able to shoot, but to be independent and put forth a real effort in this world. Surely they must see that she was capable of doing this. Yet, it appeared as neither her father nor Persephone believed in such a thing. In some ways, it was the most heartbreaking thing Dorothea had experienced.
As the queen came and took her hands, Dorothea forced herself to look at her friend and not to show any of the hurt that she was feeling. She understood what her friend was saying and all of the reasons for it, but reasoning didn’t make sense to her right now. She didn’t want to be reasoned with and to have to follow all of the conventional logic that had held her back her whole life. That wasn’t fair. Not when the world was changing and a woman could become queen of her own birthright, not because she was married or tied to a man. Dorothea wanted to be a part of that. She wanted to be a woman who was seen for who she was and what she had accomplished, not only for her sex.
Yet, it seemed that now was not the time for her. Dorothea could see that there was no point in further arguing with anyone. They would not allow it to happen. And as much as she wanted to sneak away and join Persephone and Iason anyway, she knew that would only leave a sour taste in everyone’s mouth. Dorothea respected her family too much to do that. She didn’t want to leave Persephone feeling guilty when she needed to be focused on her task. Dorothea could see that. She wouldn’t impose on her friend in this way.
Doro forced herself to pretend, smiling wanly at Persephone and giving her hands a gentle squeeze in return. She couldn’t pretend to be happy about this decision, but she could pretend to be at peace with it. She had to show that she was accepting both her father’s demand and Persephone’s concern.
“I understand,” Dorothea said loudly enough for her father to hear as well. “And I thank you for your concern for our family, just as you should know we are concerned for you. Please accept my prayers for your safety and I hope that the gods will favor you.” Saying goodbye was always difficult, she thought, hating it as much as she hated not to be going.
“And of course, once you are safe, please let me know where I can send my letters to. I shall miss speaking to you in person, but at least we can have this.”
With that, this was about all Dorothea could stand. She hated prolonged goodbyes and this was turning out to be one in the worst of ways. The girl kissed her sister on the cheek and whispered, “Goodbye my sister. I shall miss you.”
As she pulled away, Doro gave her father a nod, telling him that the matter was over for now. She was still angry, but could no longer face it in this moment. She gave Persephone one last look and smile before exiting the room.
Persephone was a master of people. She read them, learned them and understood them, for the most part. It had been her life's training to be able to understand what went on behind their eyes, beneath their words and within their hearts. It was how she had been trained to understand others for the benefit of political gain.
But she didn't need her training in etiquette and the analysis of people to know that Dorothea was unhappy with this decision and censor. She wanted an adventure, to be free and liberated to make her mark on the world. Persephone had learned that about her since arriving in Taengea, for the girl was honest and wore her intentions and heart on her sleeve. So, the refusal to allow such an adventure that seemed perfectly laid at her feet would no doubt hurt the woman - make her feel caged and undermined.
That was Persephone's assessment anyway.
And yet, Dorothea held herself with politeness and appropriate decorum as she bid Persephone goodbye, leaning forwards to kiss her cheek as she did so. Persephone moved to accommodate and offered one of her own to Dorothea's and heard the whisper in her ear of tender affection.
The word 'sister' had her heart squeeze and her chest ache, her eyes closing on the bittersweet pain of reminder and acceptance of the new, before she was able to murmur her own message back.
"Your time will come, Dorothea." She told her, her words well-meant and reassuring - she hoped. For she did not wish for the girl to believe that she thought her lacking in some manner. She just couldn't accept the idea of endangering so many members of a family who had been so kind to her. She would have refused Iason's company if she had not known it would fall on deaf ears. For he was determined to come either way and as her future husband it was not her place to reject the decision.
As Dorothea left the room, Persephone watched her go with a curious and sentimental look on her face that she did nothing to hide, before she looked back at the man who had contributed to the birth of so many whom she now held so dear.
"Your family have my gratitude and my affection, Lord Gavriil." Persephone said, offering a curtsey in her preparations to leave the room. "For longer than they might ever wish for it."
Translation: If anything should go wrong in Athenia, it will never decrease the care in which I hold your House.
And with that, Persephone also bid her farewell and left the room, returning to Gavriil the peace she had disturbed both with her goodbye and with her advent to his lands...
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Persephone was a master of people. She read them, learned them and understood them, for the most part. It had been her life's training to be able to understand what went on behind their eyes, beneath their words and within their hearts. It was how she had been trained to understand others for the benefit of political gain.
But she didn't need her training in etiquette and the analysis of people to know that Dorothea was unhappy with this decision and censor. She wanted an adventure, to be free and liberated to make her mark on the world. Persephone had learned that about her since arriving in Taengea, for the girl was honest and wore her intentions and heart on her sleeve. So, the refusal to allow such an adventure that seemed perfectly laid at her feet would no doubt hurt the woman - make her feel caged and undermined.
That was Persephone's assessment anyway.
And yet, Dorothea held herself with politeness and appropriate decorum as she bid Persephone goodbye, leaning forwards to kiss her cheek as she did so. Persephone moved to accommodate and offered one of her own to Dorothea's and heard the whisper in her ear of tender affection.
The word 'sister' had her heart squeeze and her chest ache, her eyes closing on the bittersweet pain of reminder and acceptance of the new, before she was able to murmur her own message back.
"Your time will come, Dorothea." She told her, her words well-meant and reassuring - she hoped. For she did not wish for the girl to believe that she thought her lacking in some manner. She just couldn't accept the idea of endangering so many members of a family who had been so kind to her. She would have refused Iason's company if she had not known it would fall on deaf ears. For he was determined to come either way and as her future husband it was not her place to reject the decision.
As Dorothea left the room, Persephone watched her go with a curious and sentimental look on her face that she did nothing to hide, before she looked back at the man who had contributed to the birth of so many whom she now held so dear.
"Your family have my gratitude and my affection, Lord Gavriil." Persephone said, offering a curtsey in her preparations to leave the room. "For longer than they might ever wish for it."
Translation: If anything should go wrong in Athenia, it will never decrease the care in which I hold your House.
And with that, Persephone also bid her farewell and left the room, returning to Gavriil the peace she had disturbed both with her goodbye and with her advent to his lands...
Persephone was a master of people. She read them, learned them and understood them, for the most part. It had been her life's training to be able to understand what went on behind their eyes, beneath their words and within their hearts. It was how she had been trained to understand others for the benefit of political gain.
But she didn't need her training in etiquette and the analysis of people to know that Dorothea was unhappy with this decision and censor. She wanted an adventure, to be free and liberated to make her mark on the world. Persephone had learned that about her since arriving in Taengea, for the girl was honest and wore her intentions and heart on her sleeve. So, the refusal to allow such an adventure that seemed perfectly laid at her feet would no doubt hurt the woman - make her feel caged and undermined.
That was Persephone's assessment anyway.
And yet, Dorothea held herself with politeness and appropriate decorum as she bid Persephone goodbye, leaning forwards to kiss her cheek as she did so. Persephone moved to accommodate and offered one of her own to Dorothea's and heard the whisper in her ear of tender affection.
The word 'sister' had her heart squeeze and her chest ache, her eyes closing on the bittersweet pain of reminder and acceptance of the new, before she was able to murmur her own message back.
"Your time will come, Dorothea." She told her, her words well-meant and reassuring - she hoped. For she did not wish for the girl to believe that she thought her lacking in some manner. She just couldn't accept the idea of endangering so many members of a family who had been so kind to her. She would have refused Iason's company if she had not known it would fall on deaf ears. For he was determined to come either way and as her future husband it was not her place to reject the decision.
As Dorothea left the room, Persephone watched her go with a curious and sentimental look on her face that she did nothing to hide, before she looked back at the man who had contributed to the birth of so many whom she now held so dear.
"Your family have my gratitude and my affection, Lord Gavriil." Persephone said, offering a curtsey in her preparations to leave the room. "For longer than they might ever wish for it."
Translation: If anything should go wrong in Athenia, it will never decrease the care in which I hold your House.
And with that, Persephone also bid her farewell and left the room, returning to Gavriil the peace she had disturbed both with her goodbye and with her advent to his lands...