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Good, her comment made him smile. His face was incredibly handsome when he smiled, and it was nice to see that her comment had been taken exactly as it should have been. Selene had been anxious, nervous about the whole situation. But now, she felt more at ease. This is what her mother had raised her to do, to be a pleasant entertainer and a good conversationalist. And even though she could tell that he was frustrated and a bit embarrassed, she made a point to move past that.
Her shoulders lifted in a shrug, obviously pleased that he wished her to stay. “If you are sure? I’ve seen the procedure done nurmerious times on undeseriable colts, so I’m sure I could give you a few suggestions.” While she was a proper lady, she was also grew up finding solace in the stables. And while she was a most elegant and respectable woman, it was not as if she hadn’t also spent time with the stable hands. That side of her that came out on occasions like this, to break the ice and make people laugh. She almost added a comment about him already having a heir, but she refrained.
She waved her hand. “Fear not, Your Highness, for I have a family as large as yours. It’s becoming more and more apparent that the need to watch an older sibling squirm is a trait in all younger siblings.” Part of her was glad he didn’t know, because he would have been able to say no if he had. And his obvious lack of preparation humanized him a bit. “You must remember that my first meeting with you, you raced into your own peril to save my dear sister. This does not diminish that, by any means. It just ensures that you will have to make a point to ask me to leave if you wish me to go. Consider it a small chance to repay your actions in killing that man.”
Selene had heard stories of his bravery, masked for the sake of her gender. He was ruthless, and even Emilia had been hesitant when she had mentioned his name to her. Prince Vangelis, her sister had whispered, would make a fine king. But for Selene, while the title had been what first pushed her towards him that day, his actions in the Circus has been far more telling. Even as he had insisted it had been his duty, the noble way he had handled the chaos had only cemented her curiosity. Her letters were bold, but her need to know more about him was even bolder.
He intrigued her.
Her face softened. “I wish to hear the true story behind your injury, if you wish to share it. And please, do not down play any of the details.” She wanted to know what actually happened, not the pretty story he may tell her because he thought her too soft. If it became too much, her own decorum would stop him.
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Good, her comment made him smile. His face was incredibly handsome when he smiled, and it was nice to see that her comment had been taken exactly as it should have been. Selene had been anxious, nervous about the whole situation. But now, she felt more at ease. This is what her mother had raised her to do, to be a pleasant entertainer and a good conversationalist. And even though she could tell that he was frustrated and a bit embarrassed, she made a point to move past that.
Her shoulders lifted in a shrug, obviously pleased that he wished her to stay. “If you are sure? I’ve seen the procedure done nurmerious times on undeseriable colts, so I’m sure I could give you a few suggestions.” While she was a proper lady, she was also grew up finding solace in the stables. And while she was a most elegant and respectable woman, it was not as if she hadn’t also spent time with the stable hands. That side of her that came out on occasions like this, to break the ice and make people laugh. She almost added a comment about him already having a heir, but she refrained.
She waved her hand. “Fear not, Your Highness, for I have a family as large as yours. It’s becoming more and more apparent that the need to watch an older sibling squirm is a trait in all younger siblings.” Part of her was glad he didn’t know, because he would have been able to say no if he had. And his obvious lack of preparation humanized him a bit. “You must remember that my first meeting with you, you raced into your own peril to save my dear sister. This does not diminish that, by any means. It just ensures that you will have to make a point to ask me to leave if you wish me to go. Consider it a small chance to repay your actions in killing that man.”
Selene had heard stories of his bravery, masked for the sake of her gender. He was ruthless, and even Emilia had been hesitant when she had mentioned his name to her. Prince Vangelis, her sister had whispered, would make a fine king. But for Selene, while the title had been what first pushed her towards him that day, his actions in the Circus has been far more telling. Even as he had insisted it had been his duty, the noble way he had handled the chaos had only cemented her curiosity. Her letters were bold, but her need to know more about him was even bolder.
He intrigued her.
Her face softened. “I wish to hear the true story behind your injury, if you wish to share it. And please, do not down play any of the details.” She wanted to know what actually happened, not the pretty story he may tell her because he thought her too soft. If it became too much, her own decorum would stop him.
Good, her comment made him smile. His face was incredibly handsome when he smiled, and it was nice to see that her comment had been taken exactly as it should have been. Selene had been anxious, nervous about the whole situation. But now, she felt more at ease. This is what her mother had raised her to do, to be a pleasant entertainer and a good conversationalist. And even though she could tell that he was frustrated and a bit embarrassed, she made a point to move past that.
Her shoulders lifted in a shrug, obviously pleased that he wished her to stay. “If you are sure? I’ve seen the procedure done nurmerious times on undeseriable colts, so I’m sure I could give you a few suggestions.” While she was a proper lady, she was also grew up finding solace in the stables. And while she was a most elegant and respectable woman, it was not as if she hadn’t also spent time with the stable hands. That side of her that came out on occasions like this, to break the ice and make people laugh. She almost added a comment about him already having a heir, but she refrained.
She waved her hand. “Fear not, Your Highness, for I have a family as large as yours. It’s becoming more and more apparent that the need to watch an older sibling squirm is a trait in all younger siblings.” Part of her was glad he didn’t know, because he would have been able to say no if he had. And his obvious lack of preparation humanized him a bit. “You must remember that my first meeting with you, you raced into your own peril to save my dear sister. This does not diminish that, by any means. It just ensures that you will have to make a point to ask me to leave if you wish me to go. Consider it a small chance to repay your actions in killing that man.”
Selene had heard stories of his bravery, masked for the sake of her gender. He was ruthless, and even Emilia had been hesitant when she had mentioned his name to her. Prince Vangelis, her sister had whispered, would make a fine king. But for Selene, while the title had been what first pushed her towards him that day, his actions in the Circus has been far more telling. Even as he had insisted it had been his duty, the noble way he had handled the chaos had only cemented her curiosity. Her letters were bold, but her need to know more about him was even bolder.
He intrigued her.
Her face softened. “I wish to hear the true story behind your injury, if you wish to share it. And please, do not down play any of the details.” She wanted to know what actually happened, not the pretty story he may tell her because he thought her too soft. If it became too much, her own decorum would stop him.
Vangelis knew he should let the comment slide but he was too mentally wound up and physically spent to put on niceties just for the Lady Selene's benefit and his next words came out, without harsh tone or judgement but in contradiction her own...
"However unnecessary I may believe it to be, I would rather hear you say your thanks for my saving your sister. No act of killing should ever be thanked for." He told her, a strange epitaph to cross the lips of a soldier - especially one with his reputation, in which he drove his chariot through rivers of blood from his victims. But he could not help his natural instinct. While he might find the Lady Selene's candidness refreshing and a look into the soul of the real woman beneath, he did not want that marred by a sense of vengeance or the believe that some men deserved death.
It was an internal struggle that Vangelis fought with every day: the hypocrisy of what he did for a living.
"As for my injuries, they are of little import..." He tried to tell her but witnessed the same hardening in her eyes that overtook his mother when she knew he was lying, so he quickly added some explanation. "But if you insist on knowing then a mighty storm hit Midas a week or so ago - in time for my arrival back home. Sent by the Gods it was more powerful than I had anticipated. So powerful, in fact, that while I was in the mines beneath our city Boreas' wrath shook the very rock. I fell down a miner's offshoot tunnel and the collapsed buried my right side. My men were... outstanding in their determination and because of that I am now here."
While he gave them every thanks and gratitude when he had seen each of them in the following days, his pride wouldn't permit Vangelis to admit that his men had had to rescue their leader. Not in as many words. But he was sure a woman of Selene's intellect would understand his meaning. Along with the notion that, as a leader and as a fighter, he had failed miserably during the storm.
The muscles in his beck hardened and his jaw grew tight, a pulse appearing at its joint as he did not meet the woman's eyes. Despite their singular meeting back in Taengea, they had sent letters to one another and Vangelis felt a certain kinship with the woman - if only through their similarities in positions in life. Both eldest children with more expectation than guidance placed on their shoulders. Both with an impressive need to protect those around them but confused with regards to their own personal desires... at least, that had been the impression her letters had given him, and why he had felt a - small, initially - urge to reply.
He did not like the humiliation that came with his tale or his state of injury. Selene was an exquisite example of female perfection and it felt almost... wrong to be lying in front of her as a broken man. Regardless of any personal feelings on the matter. The juxtaposition just felt wrong.
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Vangelis knew he should let the comment slide but he was too mentally wound up and physically spent to put on niceties just for the Lady Selene's benefit and his next words came out, without harsh tone or judgement but in contradiction her own...
"However unnecessary I may believe it to be, I would rather hear you say your thanks for my saving your sister. No act of killing should ever be thanked for." He told her, a strange epitaph to cross the lips of a soldier - especially one with his reputation, in which he drove his chariot through rivers of blood from his victims. But he could not help his natural instinct. While he might find the Lady Selene's candidness refreshing and a look into the soul of the real woman beneath, he did not want that marred by a sense of vengeance or the believe that some men deserved death.
It was an internal struggle that Vangelis fought with every day: the hypocrisy of what he did for a living.
"As for my injuries, they are of little import..." He tried to tell her but witnessed the same hardening in her eyes that overtook his mother when she knew he was lying, so he quickly added some explanation. "But if you insist on knowing then a mighty storm hit Midas a week or so ago - in time for my arrival back home. Sent by the Gods it was more powerful than I had anticipated. So powerful, in fact, that while I was in the mines beneath our city Boreas' wrath shook the very rock. I fell down a miner's offshoot tunnel and the collapsed buried my right side. My men were... outstanding in their determination and because of that I am now here."
While he gave them every thanks and gratitude when he had seen each of them in the following days, his pride wouldn't permit Vangelis to admit that his men had had to rescue their leader. Not in as many words. But he was sure a woman of Selene's intellect would understand his meaning. Along with the notion that, as a leader and as a fighter, he had failed miserably during the storm.
The muscles in his beck hardened and his jaw grew tight, a pulse appearing at its joint as he did not meet the woman's eyes. Despite their singular meeting back in Taengea, they had sent letters to one another and Vangelis felt a certain kinship with the woman - if only through their similarities in positions in life. Both eldest children with more expectation than guidance placed on their shoulders. Both with an impressive need to protect those around them but confused with regards to their own personal desires... at least, that had been the impression her letters had given him, and why he had felt a - small, initially - urge to reply.
He did not like the humiliation that came with his tale or his state of injury. Selene was an exquisite example of female perfection and it felt almost... wrong to be lying in front of her as a broken man. Regardless of any personal feelings on the matter. The juxtaposition just felt wrong.
Vangelis knew he should let the comment slide but he was too mentally wound up and physically spent to put on niceties just for the Lady Selene's benefit and his next words came out, without harsh tone or judgement but in contradiction her own...
"However unnecessary I may believe it to be, I would rather hear you say your thanks for my saving your sister. No act of killing should ever be thanked for." He told her, a strange epitaph to cross the lips of a soldier - especially one with his reputation, in which he drove his chariot through rivers of blood from his victims. But he could not help his natural instinct. While he might find the Lady Selene's candidness refreshing and a look into the soul of the real woman beneath, he did not want that marred by a sense of vengeance or the believe that some men deserved death.
It was an internal struggle that Vangelis fought with every day: the hypocrisy of what he did for a living.
"As for my injuries, they are of little import..." He tried to tell her but witnessed the same hardening in her eyes that overtook his mother when she knew he was lying, so he quickly added some explanation. "But if you insist on knowing then a mighty storm hit Midas a week or so ago - in time for my arrival back home. Sent by the Gods it was more powerful than I had anticipated. So powerful, in fact, that while I was in the mines beneath our city Boreas' wrath shook the very rock. I fell down a miner's offshoot tunnel and the collapsed buried my right side. My men were... outstanding in their determination and because of that I am now here."
While he gave them every thanks and gratitude when he had seen each of them in the following days, his pride wouldn't permit Vangelis to admit that his men had had to rescue their leader. Not in as many words. But he was sure a woman of Selene's intellect would understand his meaning. Along with the notion that, as a leader and as a fighter, he had failed miserably during the storm.
The muscles in his beck hardened and his jaw grew tight, a pulse appearing at its joint as he did not meet the woman's eyes. Despite their singular meeting back in Taengea, they had sent letters to one another and Vangelis felt a certain kinship with the woman - if only through their similarities in positions in life. Both eldest children with more expectation than guidance placed on their shoulders. Both with an impressive need to protect those around them but confused with regards to their own personal desires... at least, that had been the impression her letters had given him, and why he had felt a - small, initially - urge to reply.
He did not like the humiliation that came with his tale or his state of injury. Selene was an exquisite example of female perfection and it felt almost... wrong to be lying in front of her as a broken man. Regardless of any personal feelings on the matter. The juxtaposition just felt wrong.
She truly didn’t feel any remorse in her statement, regardless of the intent. If that man had not been killed, he may have done so much more damage. For her, she took now joy in the death itself, but had been pleased that he would not be able to hurt anyone else. Her mind immediately when to the people she cared for on the circus floor, wondering who could have been the next victim, should the bastard had done as he had planned and killed Olympia.
The image it left in her mind was one she didn’t wish to see twice.
“Perhaps it is simply the exhaustion of the journey. Or my lack of experience in that matter.” She said gently, her head dropping to examine her hands. “The loss of half of our capital is fresh, and I cannot help but wonder what else may have been lost, had he continued to live.” Perhaps that explained her comment, or her gratitude. She took no joy in his death, having prayed for his family in the aftermath. But she had been grateful that she would never have to worry about him returning to finish what he had so violently started.
She was starting to lose the courage that had come with the formalities, but as soon as he began to explain what had happened, her fear was forgotten. She wanted to take his hand, wanted to show her pleasure in his safety. Her pain in his injury. But she didn’t. Because one meeting and a few letters did not close friends make.
Silence overtook her, trying to recreate the scenario in her mind. She had no real way to understand the scope of a mine’s depth, for she hadn’t ever really seen one for herself. But if the collapse had been severe enough to cause this much damage to him, then it must have fallen from quite the height. And must have been far more... she shook her head as the images of him being swallowed by Earth and wood filled her mind. She wished them away, her heart reacting in her hand softly resting on top of his.
“I am grateful for those who put their lives in danger to pull you from it. And even more grateful...” she trailed, not wanting to say it aloud. But she was glad that the fates hadn’t cut the string of his lifeline, hadn’t sent him down the Styx. “There has been enough mourning as of late. And I am glad that you are healing, albeit slower than you would wish.” His hand was warm, and hers remained on top for a moment before she pulled it away, setting it back on her lap.
Her eyes met his, and her cheeks flushed a bit as they did. “I must confess that I was worried about you, Your Highness. While our meeting has been so brief and recent, I have come to... well, to...” She wasn’t sure how to phrase this. The last thing she wanted to do was to appear as if she was being fake. Or that she wanted more from him than just his friendship. “If this is too informal, you may send me on my way, but it would seem that I consider you a friend, Prince. And I would have mourned your loss. I am pleased that the Gods seem to have seen fit to bring us face to face, so that I may dazzle you with tales of my travel.” Her smile, genuine and dazzling, lit up her face. “And so that you can forget about the pain of your injuries, if only for a few moments.”
She was pleased, indeed.
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She truly didn’t feel any remorse in her statement, regardless of the intent. If that man had not been killed, he may have done so much more damage. For her, she took now joy in the death itself, but had been pleased that he would not be able to hurt anyone else. Her mind immediately when to the people she cared for on the circus floor, wondering who could have been the next victim, should the bastard had done as he had planned and killed Olympia.
The image it left in her mind was one she didn’t wish to see twice.
“Perhaps it is simply the exhaustion of the journey. Or my lack of experience in that matter.” She said gently, her head dropping to examine her hands. “The loss of half of our capital is fresh, and I cannot help but wonder what else may have been lost, had he continued to live.” Perhaps that explained her comment, or her gratitude. She took no joy in his death, having prayed for his family in the aftermath. But she had been grateful that she would never have to worry about him returning to finish what he had so violently started.
She was starting to lose the courage that had come with the formalities, but as soon as he began to explain what had happened, her fear was forgotten. She wanted to take his hand, wanted to show her pleasure in his safety. Her pain in his injury. But she didn’t. Because one meeting and a few letters did not close friends make.
Silence overtook her, trying to recreate the scenario in her mind. She had no real way to understand the scope of a mine’s depth, for she hadn’t ever really seen one for herself. But if the collapse had been severe enough to cause this much damage to him, then it must have fallen from quite the height. And must have been far more... she shook her head as the images of him being swallowed by Earth and wood filled her mind. She wished them away, her heart reacting in her hand softly resting on top of his.
“I am grateful for those who put their lives in danger to pull you from it. And even more grateful...” she trailed, not wanting to say it aloud. But she was glad that the fates hadn’t cut the string of his lifeline, hadn’t sent him down the Styx. “There has been enough mourning as of late. And I am glad that you are healing, albeit slower than you would wish.” His hand was warm, and hers remained on top for a moment before she pulled it away, setting it back on her lap.
Her eyes met his, and her cheeks flushed a bit as they did. “I must confess that I was worried about you, Your Highness. While our meeting has been so brief and recent, I have come to... well, to...” She wasn’t sure how to phrase this. The last thing she wanted to do was to appear as if she was being fake. Or that she wanted more from him than just his friendship. “If this is too informal, you may send me on my way, but it would seem that I consider you a friend, Prince. And I would have mourned your loss. I am pleased that the Gods seem to have seen fit to bring us face to face, so that I may dazzle you with tales of my travel.” Her smile, genuine and dazzling, lit up her face. “And so that you can forget about the pain of your injuries, if only for a few moments.”
She was pleased, indeed.
She truly didn’t feel any remorse in her statement, regardless of the intent. If that man had not been killed, he may have done so much more damage. For her, she took now joy in the death itself, but had been pleased that he would not be able to hurt anyone else. Her mind immediately when to the people she cared for on the circus floor, wondering who could have been the next victim, should the bastard had done as he had planned and killed Olympia.
The image it left in her mind was one she didn’t wish to see twice.
“Perhaps it is simply the exhaustion of the journey. Or my lack of experience in that matter.” She said gently, her head dropping to examine her hands. “The loss of half of our capital is fresh, and I cannot help but wonder what else may have been lost, had he continued to live.” Perhaps that explained her comment, or her gratitude. She took no joy in his death, having prayed for his family in the aftermath. But she had been grateful that she would never have to worry about him returning to finish what he had so violently started.
She was starting to lose the courage that had come with the formalities, but as soon as he began to explain what had happened, her fear was forgotten. She wanted to take his hand, wanted to show her pleasure in his safety. Her pain in his injury. But she didn’t. Because one meeting and a few letters did not close friends make.
Silence overtook her, trying to recreate the scenario in her mind. She had no real way to understand the scope of a mine’s depth, for she hadn’t ever really seen one for herself. But if the collapse had been severe enough to cause this much damage to him, then it must have fallen from quite the height. And must have been far more... she shook her head as the images of him being swallowed by Earth and wood filled her mind. She wished them away, her heart reacting in her hand softly resting on top of his.
“I am grateful for those who put their lives in danger to pull you from it. And even more grateful...” she trailed, not wanting to say it aloud. But she was glad that the fates hadn’t cut the string of his lifeline, hadn’t sent him down the Styx. “There has been enough mourning as of late. And I am glad that you are healing, albeit slower than you would wish.” His hand was warm, and hers remained on top for a moment before she pulled it away, setting it back on her lap.
Her eyes met his, and her cheeks flushed a bit as they did. “I must confess that I was worried about you, Your Highness. While our meeting has been so brief and recent, I have come to... well, to...” She wasn’t sure how to phrase this. The last thing she wanted to do was to appear as if she was being fake. Or that she wanted more from him than just his friendship. “If this is too informal, you may send me on my way, but it would seem that I consider you a friend, Prince. And I would have mourned your loss. I am pleased that the Gods seem to have seen fit to bring us face to face, so that I may dazzle you with tales of my travel.” Her smile, genuine and dazzling, lit up her face. “And so that you can forget about the pain of your injuries, if only for a few moments.”
She was pleased, indeed.
Vangelis nodded a little - the briefest dip of his head - as Selene confirmed her statement of taking joy in the cultist's death. Not, as it had seemed, through vengeance but through a desire to see him commit no further harm.
"You sound like my mother." He told her candidly. "She has always said that... upon the celebration of battle's end we do not cheer for the loss of our enemy's lives... but for the lives we have saved via their demise."
When the woman reached out for his hand, Vangelis didn't react or take it in return - as she placed it atop his own rather than within his fingers, but he felt the warmth of her touch and it stirred something in his chest. Something small, but something there.
Vangelis knew that his family cared for him. He knew that his brothers and sister loved him. He knew that his parents would be distraught and in mourning for him should anything cause his death. But he also knew that part of his value was in his position as a first born son to a king. He knew that part of that love came from a blood connection that was unconditional and regardless of him as a person.
This... the words that the Lady Selene spoke were odd in their candidness and unique in their newness... She claimed to care whether he lived or died based solely on himself rather than his role in life or his connection to family. That... or perhaps this was simple gratitude talking, given that his actions had saved her sister's life.
"I thank you for your concern, Lady Selene." He told her, unsure to what extent he should admit similar feelings of kinship. "And yes, company and tales would be a welcome distraction... though I question your own enjoyment in spending your limited time in Colchis at the bedside of a broken man." His side smile showed his chagrin. "We have many impressive things to see in Colchis that might further expand your travellers tales for when you are home. Would you not care to seem those instead of placating me?"
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Vangelis nodded a little - the briefest dip of his head - as Selene confirmed her statement of taking joy in the cultist's death. Not, as it had seemed, through vengeance but through a desire to see him commit no further harm.
"You sound like my mother." He told her candidly. "She has always said that... upon the celebration of battle's end we do not cheer for the loss of our enemy's lives... but for the lives we have saved via their demise."
When the woman reached out for his hand, Vangelis didn't react or take it in return - as she placed it atop his own rather than within his fingers, but he felt the warmth of her touch and it stirred something in his chest. Something small, but something there.
Vangelis knew that his family cared for him. He knew that his brothers and sister loved him. He knew that his parents would be distraught and in mourning for him should anything cause his death. But he also knew that part of his value was in his position as a first born son to a king. He knew that part of that love came from a blood connection that was unconditional and regardless of him as a person.
This... the words that the Lady Selene spoke were odd in their candidness and unique in their newness... She claimed to care whether he lived or died based solely on himself rather than his role in life or his connection to family. That... or perhaps this was simple gratitude talking, given that his actions had saved her sister's life.
"I thank you for your concern, Lady Selene." He told her, unsure to what extent he should admit similar feelings of kinship. "And yes, company and tales would be a welcome distraction... though I question your own enjoyment in spending your limited time in Colchis at the bedside of a broken man." His side smile showed his chagrin. "We have many impressive things to see in Colchis that might further expand your travellers tales for when you are home. Would you not care to seem those instead of placating me?"
Vangelis nodded a little - the briefest dip of his head - as Selene confirmed her statement of taking joy in the cultist's death. Not, as it had seemed, through vengeance but through a desire to see him commit no further harm.
"You sound like my mother." He told her candidly. "She has always said that... upon the celebration of battle's end we do not cheer for the loss of our enemy's lives... but for the lives we have saved via their demise."
When the woman reached out for his hand, Vangelis didn't react or take it in return - as she placed it atop his own rather than within his fingers, but he felt the warmth of her touch and it stirred something in his chest. Something small, but something there.
Vangelis knew that his family cared for him. He knew that his brothers and sister loved him. He knew that his parents would be distraught and in mourning for him should anything cause his death. But he also knew that part of his value was in his position as a first born son to a king. He knew that part of that love came from a blood connection that was unconditional and regardless of him as a person.
This... the words that the Lady Selene spoke were odd in their candidness and unique in their newness... She claimed to care whether he lived or died based solely on himself rather than his role in life or his connection to family. That... or perhaps this was simple gratitude talking, given that his actions had saved her sister's life.
"I thank you for your concern, Lady Selene." He told her, unsure to what extent he should admit similar feelings of kinship. "And yes, company and tales would be a welcome distraction... though I question your own enjoyment in spending your limited time in Colchis at the bedside of a broken man." His side smile showed his chagrin. "We have many impressive things to see in Colchis that might further expand your travellers tales for when you are home. Would you not care to seem those instead of placating me?"
His letters had impressed upon her his great respect for his mother, so the compliment was not lost on her. The Queen of Colchis sounded like a wonderful woman, highly respected by those who knew her. His admonishment of her thanks had made her wonder if she was not as good of a person as she had once thought. But knowing that the Queen would have similar sentiments put her mind at ease. “Being compared to the Queens humbles me, Your Highness.” She said simply, her smile soft. It was easy to see that his words would stick with her, would bring her comfort.
Maybe knowing she was not a horrible person for being happy with the way justice had been carried out would help her sleep.
Her mouth clicked in a gentle ‘tsk’, shaking her head. “It will be nice to be able to talk of travel with someone who has seen so much of the world. My sisters won’t be able to understand how difficult it can be to sleep in a storm, or how quickly you can tire from salted meats.” She scooted to the edge of her seat, “Perhaps, once you are healed, you can invite me to return and show me your kingdom. I think I would rather see it through the eyes of someone who so obviously loves his home, rather than from someone who was only arranging the tour to please his Prince.” She reassured him gently, not wanting to offend him in his offer. “Since your home has been so warmly welcomed to me, I shall repay the kindness by keeping you company, if you wish it.” And, it would seem, his brother is insistent on her overstaying her welcome.
Selene was curious about the Kingdom, but she hadn’t been lying when she said she wished to wait for him to show her. Seeing Athenia through the eyes of Emilia had made her love the kingdom, too. The princess had made every effort to show her the things she had loved about her home, and as eager as Selene had been to return home, she knew she would miss the sisters and Athenia. “You are not broken, Prince. Perhaps the Gods have decided you need a rest and this is the only way in which you will get it. But I do not see your company as a burden. I look forward to your correspondences from home,” she confessed, “and I have been looking forward to chance to be in your company once more.”
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His letters had impressed upon her his great respect for his mother, so the compliment was not lost on her. The Queen of Colchis sounded like a wonderful woman, highly respected by those who knew her. His admonishment of her thanks had made her wonder if she was not as good of a person as she had once thought. But knowing that the Queen would have similar sentiments put her mind at ease. “Being compared to the Queens humbles me, Your Highness.” She said simply, her smile soft. It was easy to see that his words would stick with her, would bring her comfort.
Maybe knowing she was not a horrible person for being happy with the way justice had been carried out would help her sleep.
Her mouth clicked in a gentle ‘tsk’, shaking her head. “It will be nice to be able to talk of travel with someone who has seen so much of the world. My sisters won’t be able to understand how difficult it can be to sleep in a storm, or how quickly you can tire from salted meats.” She scooted to the edge of her seat, “Perhaps, once you are healed, you can invite me to return and show me your kingdom. I think I would rather see it through the eyes of someone who so obviously loves his home, rather than from someone who was only arranging the tour to please his Prince.” She reassured him gently, not wanting to offend him in his offer. “Since your home has been so warmly welcomed to me, I shall repay the kindness by keeping you company, if you wish it.” And, it would seem, his brother is insistent on her overstaying her welcome.
Selene was curious about the Kingdom, but she hadn’t been lying when she said she wished to wait for him to show her. Seeing Athenia through the eyes of Emilia had made her love the kingdom, too. The princess had made every effort to show her the things she had loved about her home, and as eager as Selene had been to return home, she knew she would miss the sisters and Athenia. “You are not broken, Prince. Perhaps the Gods have decided you need a rest and this is the only way in which you will get it. But I do not see your company as a burden. I look forward to your correspondences from home,” she confessed, “and I have been looking forward to chance to be in your company once more.”
His letters had impressed upon her his great respect for his mother, so the compliment was not lost on her. The Queen of Colchis sounded like a wonderful woman, highly respected by those who knew her. His admonishment of her thanks had made her wonder if she was not as good of a person as she had once thought. But knowing that the Queen would have similar sentiments put her mind at ease. “Being compared to the Queens humbles me, Your Highness.” She said simply, her smile soft. It was easy to see that his words would stick with her, would bring her comfort.
Maybe knowing she was not a horrible person for being happy with the way justice had been carried out would help her sleep.
Her mouth clicked in a gentle ‘tsk’, shaking her head. “It will be nice to be able to talk of travel with someone who has seen so much of the world. My sisters won’t be able to understand how difficult it can be to sleep in a storm, or how quickly you can tire from salted meats.” She scooted to the edge of her seat, “Perhaps, once you are healed, you can invite me to return and show me your kingdom. I think I would rather see it through the eyes of someone who so obviously loves his home, rather than from someone who was only arranging the tour to please his Prince.” She reassured him gently, not wanting to offend him in his offer. “Since your home has been so warmly welcomed to me, I shall repay the kindness by keeping you company, if you wish it.” And, it would seem, his brother is insistent on her overstaying her welcome.
Selene was curious about the Kingdom, but she hadn’t been lying when she said she wished to wait for him to show her. Seeing Athenia through the eyes of Emilia had made her love the kingdom, too. The princess had made every effort to show her the things she had loved about her home, and as eager as Selene had been to return home, she knew she would miss the sisters and Athenia. “You are not broken, Prince. Perhaps the Gods have decided you need a rest and this is the only way in which you will get it. But I do not see your company as a burden. I look forward to your correspondences from home,” she confessed, “and I have been looking forward to chance to be in your company once more.”
Their conversation was nice. Once the Lady Selene began to feel comfortable that her presence was welcome and not a distraction or an intrusion she relaxed and spoke fondly of her trip to Athenia. Vangelis had been to the capital of their neighbouring kingdom before so was able to nod and make small comments on certain places but most of his knowledge was confined the royal palace - where he was always received as a guest because of his station and the Senate. He hadn't even attended the Naos that Selene spoke most fondly of.
It was perhaps an hour into their discussions - with Vangelis attempting to keep up his end of the conversation - that the physician Dimas decided to walk in.
While Vangelis enjoyed Selene's presence - her beauty and even the pitch of her voice were a comfort on his senses - he had been growing steadily more tired and knew that his need to heal was catching up on him. Dimas' presence was only going to make this worse as he knew a bandage change was imminent. Which meant a lot of movement, a lot of effort and a lot of pain. After which he would need sleep. He therefore utilised the opportunity...
"I fear, Lady Selene, that you will have to excuse me. I believe Dimas is here to change my wrappings and examine my injuries." To soften his rejection of her presence, Vangelis reached out with his good hand and rested it on her own in the same way she had done for him earlier in her visit. "I have enjoyed your company as always and hope you will grace me with it again before your return to Taengea."
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Their conversation was nice. Once the Lady Selene began to feel comfortable that her presence was welcome and not a distraction or an intrusion she relaxed and spoke fondly of her trip to Athenia. Vangelis had been to the capital of their neighbouring kingdom before so was able to nod and make small comments on certain places but most of his knowledge was confined the royal palace - where he was always received as a guest because of his station and the Senate. He hadn't even attended the Naos that Selene spoke most fondly of.
It was perhaps an hour into their discussions - with Vangelis attempting to keep up his end of the conversation - that the physician Dimas decided to walk in.
While Vangelis enjoyed Selene's presence - her beauty and even the pitch of her voice were a comfort on his senses - he had been growing steadily more tired and knew that his need to heal was catching up on him. Dimas' presence was only going to make this worse as he knew a bandage change was imminent. Which meant a lot of movement, a lot of effort and a lot of pain. After which he would need sleep. He therefore utilised the opportunity...
"I fear, Lady Selene, that you will have to excuse me. I believe Dimas is here to change my wrappings and examine my injuries." To soften his rejection of her presence, Vangelis reached out with his good hand and rested it on her own in the same way she had done for him earlier in her visit. "I have enjoyed your company as always and hope you will grace me with it again before your return to Taengea."
Their conversation was nice. Once the Lady Selene began to feel comfortable that her presence was welcome and not a distraction or an intrusion she relaxed and spoke fondly of her trip to Athenia. Vangelis had been to the capital of their neighbouring kingdom before so was able to nod and make small comments on certain places but most of his knowledge was confined the royal palace - where he was always received as a guest because of his station and the Senate. He hadn't even attended the Naos that Selene spoke most fondly of.
It was perhaps an hour into their discussions - with Vangelis attempting to keep up his end of the conversation - that the physician Dimas decided to walk in.
While Vangelis enjoyed Selene's presence - her beauty and even the pitch of her voice were a comfort on his senses - he had been growing steadily more tired and knew that his need to heal was catching up on him. Dimas' presence was only going to make this worse as he knew a bandage change was imminent. Which meant a lot of movement, a lot of effort and a lot of pain. After which he would need sleep. He therefore utilised the opportunity...
"I fear, Lady Selene, that you will have to excuse me. I believe Dimas is here to change my wrappings and examine my injuries." To soften his rejection of her presence, Vangelis reached out with his good hand and rested it on her own in the same way she had done for him earlier in her visit. "I have enjoyed your company as always and hope you will grace me with it again before your return to Taengea."
Ever the entertainer, Selene tried to weave the experience of her travels. She detailed the joys of traveling by boat, even describing how she had learned to fish (she hadn’t caught anything, but was excited to try elsewhere) and spoke of her new found love of travel. She tried to paint the picture of her sight, of how exciting it all had been. She pressed upon him the need for him to see some of the sights himself. Perhaps, she had said gleefully, he would find some time to enjoy at least one of the simpler sights of the city.
It was easy to tell that he was doing his best, but that he was beginning to tire. And, bless him, he didn’t want to be rude and ask her to go. Divine intervention, then, when the doctor walked in to change his dressings. She was quick to stand, quick to brush off any of his excuses. “Fear not, I will make sure that I see you once more before I leave. I will need to make sure that you are well, else I will not be able to return to Taengea and hope for a decent night’s rest.”
His hand on hers had the same effect as hers had on his, and she found herself flipping her hand over so that she could give it as reassuring squeeze. “Rest well, Prince Vangelis.” There was a moment’s hesitation before she released his hand. As if she was savoring the moment. But then, it passed, and she was out the door without waiting for Zanon to escort her back to her room.
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Ever the entertainer, Selene tried to weave the experience of her travels. She detailed the joys of traveling by boat, even describing how she had learned to fish (she hadn’t caught anything, but was excited to try elsewhere) and spoke of her new found love of travel. She tried to paint the picture of her sight, of how exciting it all had been. She pressed upon him the need for him to see some of the sights himself. Perhaps, she had said gleefully, he would find some time to enjoy at least one of the simpler sights of the city.
It was easy to tell that he was doing his best, but that he was beginning to tire. And, bless him, he didn’t want to be rude and ask her to go. Divine intervention, then, when the doctor walked in to change his dressings. She was quick to stand, quick to brush off any of his excuses. “Fear not, I will make sure that I see you once more before I leave. I will need to make sure that you are well, else I will not be able to return to Taengea and hope for a decent night’s rest.”
His hand on hers had the same effect as hers had on his, and she found herself flipping her hand over so that she could give it as reassuring squeeze. “Rest well, Prince Vangelis.” There was a moment’s hesitation before she released his hand. As if she was savoring the moment. But then, it passed, and she was out the door without waiting for Zanon to escort her back to her room.
Ever the entertainer, Selene tried to weave the experience of her travels. She detailed the joys of traveling by boat, even describing how she had learned to fish (she hadn’t caught anything, but was excited to try elsewhere) and spoke of her new found love of travel. She tried to paint the picture of her sight, of how exciting it all had been. She pressed upon him the need for him to see some of the sights himself. Perhaps, she had said gleefully, he would find some time to enjoy at least one of the simpler sights of the city.
It was easy to tell that he was doing his best, but that he was beginning to tire. And, bless him, he didn’t want to be rude and ask her to go. Divine intervention, then, when the doctor walked in to change his dressings. She was quick to stand, quick to brush off any of his excuses. “Fear not, I will make sure that I see you once more before I leave. I will need to make sure that you are well, else I will not be able to return to Taengea and hope for a decent night’s rest.”
His hand on hers had the same effect as hers had on his, and she found herself flipping her hand over so that she could give it as reassuring squeeze. “Rest well, Prince Vangelis.” There was a moment’s hesitation before she released his hand. As if she was savoring the moment. But then, it passed, and she was out the door without waiting for Zanon to escort her back to her room.
Zanon chuckled to himself the whole way down the hall, memorizing his brother's expression for a rainy day. It wasn't often he got to pull one over on Vangelis, and after the scare the idiot had given the whole family after the storm it felt even better than he'd hoped to have her presence shock him into silence of a sort. The awkward tension had been palpable, and honestly it had gone even better than he could have hoped for.
The second prince occupied himself with a stack of scrolls he had yet to read, settling into a hall with a view of the crown prince's door just in case. He lounged lazily against one wall, waving off anyone who tried to ask if he wanted to move somewhere else and keeping one eye on the entrance to his brother's room at all times. It felt like about an hour, perhaps more or less he wasn't keeping fantastic track of the time, but a flurry of woman and blonde exited just moments after Dimas entrance and Zanon was not quick up enough from the floor to catch her. Allowing her the time, he grinned and slowly poked his head round the frame to peer over at Vangelis with a broad expression of amusement on his face.
"Well brother, how was your visit? Was it all you hoped it would be?"
Ignoring any scolding from the healer, Zanon sidled into the room and closer to his brother's bedside, eager to hear exactly what the man thought of his hastily considered present.
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Zanon chuckled to himself the whole way down the hall, memorizing his brother's expression for a rainy day. It wasn't often he got to pull one over on Vangelis, and after the scare the idiot had given the whole family after the storm it felt even better than he'd hoped to have her presence shock him into silence of a sort. The awkward tension had been palpable, and honestly it had gone even better than he could have hoped for.
The second prince occupied himself with a stack of scrolls he had yet to read, settling into a hall with a view of the crown prince's door just in case. He lounged lazily against one wall, waving off anyone who tried to ask if he wanted to move somewhere else and keeping one eye on the entrance to his brother's room at all times. It felt like about an hour, perhaps more or less he wasn't keeping fantastic track of the time, but a flurry of woman and blonde exited just moments after Dimas entrance and Zanon was not quick up enough from the floor to catch her. Allowing her the time, he grinned and slowly poked his head round the frame to peer over at Vangelis with a broad expression of amusement on his face.
"Well brother, how was your visit? Was it all you hoped it would be?"
Ignoring any scolding from the healer, Zanon sidled into the room and closer to his brother's bedside, eager to hear exactly what the man thought of his hastily considered present.
Zanon chuckled to himself the whole way down the hall, memorizing his brother's expression for a rainy day. It wasn't often he got to pull one over on Vangelis, and after the scare the idiot had given the whole family after the storm it felt even better than he'd hoped to have her presence shock him into silence of a sort. The awkward tension had been palpable, and honestly it had gone even better than he could have hoped for.
The second prince occupied himself with a stack of scrolls he had yet to read, settling into a hall with a view of the crown prince's door just in case. He lounged lazily against one wall, waving off anyone who tried to ask if he wanted to move somewhere else and keeping one eye on the entrance to his brother's room at all times. It felt like about an hour, perhaps more or less he wasn't keeping fantastic track of the time, but a flurry of woman and blonde exited just moments after Dimas entrance and Zanon was not quick up enough from the floor to catch her. Allowing her the time, he grinned and slowly poked his head round the frame to peer over at Vangelis with a broad expression of amusement on his face.
"Well brother, how was your visit? Was it all you hoped it would be?"
Ignoring any scolding from the healer, Zanon sidled into the room and closer to his brother's bedside, eager to hear exactly what the man thought of his hastily considered present.
"You..." Vangelis stated defiantly, with a pointed finger from his good hand, his words interrupted as Dimas worked around him. "Are an arse."
Sitting on the side of his bed now, with the help of the physicians, his blankets pulled over his lap and his bandages being unwrapped by the older gentleman, in order to replace new fresh linens over the bruised mangled flesh beneath.
"You realise I barely know that woman, yes?" He asked with his expression one of sheer confusion and a hint of "are-you-crazy?" "The poor lady probably had no idea what she was doing here or what to say. If you didn't embarrass me, you certainly embarrassed her." He told Zanon, far angrier on the Lady Selene's behalf than he was on his own.
He winches as Dimas lifted his arm to wrap the new coverings beneath his bicep. He then shook his head at Zanon.
"If your sole intent was to surprise me, then you succeeded." He told the man. "But that only makes you a successful arse. What in the name of the Gods were you thinking was going to benefit from this?"
His tone of voice strongly indicated that he thought his brother had, overnight, had his mind sucked out by a creature of Hades, because clearly, he had gone insane in the last twenty-four hours...
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"You..." Vangelis stated defiantly, with a pointed finger from his good hand, his words interrupted as Dimas worked around him. "Are an arse."
Sitting on the side of his bed now, with the help of the physicians, his blankets pulled over his lap and his bandages being unwrapped by the older gentleman, in order to replace new fresh linens over the bruised mangled flesh beneath.
"You realise I barely know that woman, yes?" He asked with his expression one of sheer confusion and a hint of "are-you-crazy?" "The poor lady probably had no idea what she was doing here or what to say. If you didn't embarrass me, you certainly embarrassed her." He told Zanon, far angrier on the Lady Selene's behalf than he was on his own.
He winches as Dimas lifted his arm to wrap the new coverings beneath his bicep. He then shook his head at Zanon.
"If your sole intent was to surprise me, then you succeeded." He told the man. "But that only makes you a successful arse. What in the name of the Gods were you thinking was going to benefit from this?"
His tone of voice strongly indicated that he thought his brother had, overnight, had his mind sucked out by a creature of Hades, because clearly, he had gone insane in the last twenty-four hours...
"You..." Vangelis stated defiantly, with a pointed finger from his good hand, his words interrupted as Dimas worked around him. "Are an arse."
Sitting on the side of his bed now, with the help of the physicians, his blankets pulled over his lap and his bandages being unwrapped by the older gentleman, in order to replace new fresh linens over the bruised mangled flesh beneath.
"You realise I barely know that woman, yes?" He asked with his expression one of sheer confusion and a hint of "are-you-crazy?" "The poor lady probably had no idea what she was doing here or what to say. If you didn't embarrass me, you certainly embarrassed her." He told Zanon, far angrier on the Lady Selene's behalf than he was on his own.
He winches as Dimas lifted his arm to wrap the new coverings beneath his bicep. He then shook his head at Zanon.
"If your sole intent was to surprise me, then you succeeded." He told the man. "But that only makes you a successful arse. What in the name of the Gods were you thinking was going to benefit from this?"
His tone of voice strongly indicated that he thought his brother had, overnight, had his mind sucked out by a creature of Hades, because clearly, he had gone insane in the last twenty-four hours...
"Oh don't be cross with me brother. You needed cheering, and looking at her certainly cheered me."
Zanon grinned cheekily at his wounded brother, moving into the room though making a concerted effort to stay out of grabbing reach. For all Vangelis might be injured and all but half crippled at the moment, he was sure the grip of his good hand was just as damaging as ever and he had no desire to find himself strangled half to death. Crossing his arms, he tilted his head to the side like a dog trying to understand what his master was saying.
"Hardly know her? Why is she writing letters to our mother inquiring of your health then? And, when asked why did a scribe mention having seen several letters from her arrive addressed to you before? Are you in love and afraid to admit it, Vangelis?"
His eyes widened in delight at the prospect and he clapped his hands, spinning on his heel ready to run after the Lady Selene and tell her all before spinning right back around and pointing out the door instead with little care for Dimas in the room with them.
"Oh, you haven't bedded her yet have you...should I offer my company until her preferred brother recovers?
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"Oh don't be cross with me brother. You needed cheering, and looking at her certainly cheered me."
Zanon grinned cheekily at his wounded brother, moving into the room though making a concerted effort to stay out of grabbing reach. For all Vangelis might be injured and all but half crippled at the moment, he was sure the grip of his good hand was just as damaging as ever and he had no desire to find himself strangled half to death. Crossing his arms, he tilted his head to the side like a dog trying to understand what his master was saying.
"Hardly know her? Why is she writing letters to our mother inquiring of your health then? And, when asked why did a scribe mention having seen several letters from her arrive addressed to you before? Are you in love and afraid to admit it, Vangelis?"
His eyes widened in delight at the prospect and he clapped his hands, spinning on his heel ready to run after the Lady Selene and tell her all before spinning right back around and pointing out the door instead with little care for Dimas in the room with them.
"Oh, you haven't bedded her yet have you...should I offer my company until her preferred brother recovers?
"Oh don't be cross with me brother. You needed cheering, and looking at her certainly cheered me."
Zanon grinned cheekily at his wounded brother, moving into the room though making a concerted effort to stay out of grabbing reach. For all Vangelis might be injured and all but half crippled at the moment, he was sure the grip of his good hand was just as damaging as ever and he had no desire to find himself strangled half to death. Crossing his arms, he tilted his head to the side like a dog trying to understand what his master was saying.
"Hardly know her? Why is she writing letters to our mother inquiring of your health then? And, when asked why did a scribe mention having seen several letters from her arrive addressed to you before? Are you in love and afraid to admit it, Vangelis?"
His eyes widened in delight at the prospect and he clapped his hands, spinning on his heel ready to run after the Lady Selene and tell her all before spinning right back around and pointing out the door instead with little care for Dimas in the room with them.
"Oh, you haven't bedded her yet have you...should I offer my company until her preferred brother recovers?
Vangelis felt his stomach acid churn and his jaw clench around Zanon's words his thoughts and emotions swirling somewhere between extreme anger and just plain exasperation.
"Dimas..." Vangelis halted the physician for a moment. "Pass me that cushion for a second." And bless him the physician did, with a comically querying look on his face. The man clearly had no brothers or sons if he didn't know what Vangelis was about to do with it.
Launching the projectile at Zanon with his good arm, his aim was true but the aim that lanced through his shoulders was excruciating as he growled in pain the second the cushion left him. When the cushion hit a surprised Zanon clean in the face, however, Vangelis grin and groaned aloud - "Worth it."
As his heartbeat subsided and his now sweaty skin cooled from the sudden moment of exercise, Vangelis straightened back up and glared at the brother, knowing that his aggression would be taken the right way - that all the pent up violence Vangelis never showed to anyone else was actually strange sign of affection and camaraderie.
"My feelings in the matter of Lady Selene are nonexistent, Zanon. And if they were not they would be of no import to you. I expect you to drop the subject while the Lady is staying with us and instead ensure those letters are brought to me. Don't assume them to be sweet nothings when they may, in fact, hold significance."
When Zanon then made comment of keeping Selene company, Vangelis spotted the opportunity to turn the heat back on his eldest younger brother and wasted no time in redirecting the blaze.
"And yet you have a wife, dear brother..." He commented. "I should like to know what Evras would think if she could hear you now."
While Vangelis was away from home a lot of the time, it was hard not to notice the difference in his brother's marriage since his last military excursion. Originally so in love it was painful to watch, Zanon now seemed to avoid the topic and presence of his wife at every turn, while Evras moved about the palace like a ghost. He had never considered his brother's marriage his business and had therefore said nothing of it but he couldn't help but bring it up if the man was going to rib him about women... Those who lived in weak houses were not to throw stones, after all.
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Vangelis felt his stomach acid churn and his jaw clench around Zanon's words his thoughts and emotions swirling somewhere between extreme anger and just plain exasperation.
"Dimas..." Vangelis halted the physician for a moment. "Pass me that cushion for a second." And bless him the physician did, with a comically querying look on his face. The man clearly had no brothers or sons if he didn't know what Vangelis was about to do with it.
Launching the projectile at Zanon with his good arm, his aim was true but the aim that lanced through his shoulders was excruciating as he growled in pain the second the cushion left him. When the cushion hit a surprised Zanon clean in the face, however, Vangelis grin and groaned aloud - "Worth it."
As his heartbeat subsided and his now sweaty skin cooled from the sudden moment of exercise, Vangelis straightened back up and glared at the brother, knowing that his aggression would be taken the right way - that all the pent up violence Vangelis never showed to anyone else was actually strange sign of affection and camaraderie.
"My feelings in the matter of Lady Selene are nonexistent, Zanon. And if they were not they would be of no import to you. I expect you to drop the subject while the Lady is staying with us and instead ensure those letters are brought to me. Don't assume them to be sweet nothings when they may, in fact, hold significance."
When Zanon then made comment of keeping Selene company, Vangelis spotted the opportunity to turn the heat back on his eldest younger brother and wasted no time in redirecting the blaze.
"And yet you have a wife, dear brother..." He commented. "I should like to know what Evras would think if she could hear you now."
While Vangelis was away from home a lot of the time, it was hard not to notice the difference in his brother's marriage since his last military excursion. Originally so in love it was painful to watch, Zanon now seemed to avoid the topic and presence of his wife at every turn, while Evras moved about the palace like a ghost. He had never considered his brother's marriage his business and had therefore said nothing of it but he couldn't help but bring it up if the man was going to rib him about women... Those who lived in weak houses were not to throw stones, after all.
Vangelis felt his stomach acid churn and his jaw clench around Zanon's words his thoughts and emotions swirling somewhere between extreme anger and just plain exasperation.
"Dimas..." Vangelis halted the physician for a moment. "Pass me that cushion for a second." And bless him the physician did, with a comically querying look on his face. The man clearly had no brothers or sons if he didn't know what Vangelis was about to do with it.
Launching the projectile at Zanon with his good arm, his aim was true but the aim that lanced through his shoulders was excruciating as he growled in pain the second the cushion left him. When the cushion hit a surprised Zanon clean in the face, however, Vangelis grin and groaned aloud - "Worth it."
As his heartbeat subsided and his now sweaty skin cooled from the sudden moment of exercise, Vangelis straightened back up and glared at the brother, knowing that his aggression would be taken the right way - that all the pent up violence Vangelis never showed to anyone else was actually strange sign of affection and camaraderie.
"My feelings in the matter of Lady Selene are nonexistent, Zanon. And if they were not they would be of no import to you. I expect you to drop the subject while the Lady is staying with us and instead ensure those letters are brought to me. Don't assume them to be sweet nothings when they may, in fact, hold significance."
When Zanon then made comment of keeping Selene company, Vangelis spotted the opportunity to turn the heat back on his eldest younger brother and wasted no time in redirecting the blaze.
"And yet you have a wife, dear brother..." He commented. "I should like to know what Evras would think if she could hear you now."
While Vangelis was away from home a lot of the time, it was hard not to notice the difference in his brother's marriage since his last military excursion. Originally so in love it was painful to watch, Zanon now seemed to avoid the topic and presence of his wife at every turn, while Evras moved about the palace like a ghost. He had never considered his brother's marriage his business and had therefore said nothing of it but he couldn't help but bring it up if the man was going to rib him about women... Those who lived in weak houses were not to throw stones, after all.
"Ow."
The cushion hadn't actually done any damage aside from the shock, but as he rubbed at his nose the skin there still stung from the impact and he pulled a face at his older brother. Whatever dignity the brothers had was lost in fraternal affection and teasing it seemed. In any case, by launching projectiles at him it only lengthened Vangelis' recovery time, and so by staying in bed he would be reaping the punishment himself for the moment of surprise caused to Zanon's face.
Clutching the cushion to his chest, the second prince tipped up his chin defiantly at the protestations of innocence in his relationship. There wasn't a man alive who spent time and energy writing a woman letters that he didn't find attractive or see in her some sort of political gain, and as his calculations could tell aside from being noble and foreign, the lady Selene didn't have much politic pull to cause a reason for letter writing, and therefore his logic that the two must clearly be romantically interested in some way still felt sound.
"I'm taking this. If you're throwing things you don't deserve them."
He brandished the cushion and tucked it under his arm, choosing to pointedly ignore Vangelis' statement about his wife. Evras had already melted down about his innocent interaction with the Lady Selene no doubt, and had run to coddle Dion even more. If he didn't get his son back under his roof and away from his mother soon the boy would die in his first battle, or turn tail and run, and Kotas men were not cowards. Zanon gave a wave as he turned about, heading for the door to leave the physician and patient to their healing process.
"Say as you wish, brother. If you want her brought to you simply call. She's staying in my wife's chambers for her visit here."
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"Ow."
The cushion hadn't actually done any damage aside from the shock, but as he rubbed at his nose the skin there still stung from the impact and he pulled a face at his older brother. Whatever dignity the brothers had was lost in fraternal affection and teasing it seemed. In any case, by launching projectiles at him it only lengthened Vangelis' recovery time, and so by staying in bed he would be reaping the punishment himself for the moment of surprise caused to Zanon's face.
Clutching the cushion to his chest, the second prince tipped up his chin defiantly at the protestations of innocence in his relationship. There wasn't a man alive who spent time and energy writing a woman letters that he didn't find attractive or see in her some sort of political gain, and as his calculations could tell aside from being noble and foreign, the lady Selene didn't have much politic pull to cause a reason for letter writing, and therefore his logic that the two must clearly be romantically interested in some way still felt sound.
"I'm taking this. If you're throwing things you don't deserve them."
He brandished the cushion and tucked it under his arm, choosing to pointedly ignore Vangelis' statement about his wife. Evras had already melted down about his innocent interaction with the Lady Selene no doubt, and had run to coddle Dion even more. If he didn't get his son back under his roof and away from his mother soon the boy would die in his first battle, or turn tail and run, and Kotas men were not cowards. Zanon gave a wave as he turned about, heading for the door to leave the physician and patient to their healing process.
"Say as you wish, brother. If you want her brought to you simply call. She's staying in my wife's chambers for her visit here."
"Ow."
The cushion hadn't actually done any damage aside from the shock, but as he rubbed at his nose the skin there still stung from the impact and he pulled a face at his older brother. Whatever dignity the brothers had was lost in fraternal affection and teasing it seemed. In any case, by launching projectiles at him it only lengthened Vangelis' recovery time, and so by staying in bed he would be reaping the punishment himself for the moment of surprise caused to Zanon's face.
Clutching the cushion to his chest, the second prince tipped up his chin defiantly at the protestations of innocence in his relationship. There wasn't a man alive who spent time and energy writing a woman letters that he didn't find attractive or see in her some sort of political gain, and as his calculations could tell aside from being noble and foreign, the lady Selene didn't have much politic pull to cause a reason for letter writing, and therefore his logic that the two must clearly be romantically interested in some way still felt sound.
"I'm taking this. If you're throwing things you don't deserve them."
He brandished the cushion and tucked it under his arm, choosing to pointedly ignore Vangelis' statement about his wife. Evras had already melted down about his innocent interaction with the Lady Selene no doubt, and had run to coddle Dion even more. If he didn't get his son back under his roof and away from his mother soon the boy would die in his first battle, or turn tail and run, and Kotas men were not cowards. Zanon gave a wave as he turned about, heading for the door to leave the physician and patient to their healing process.
"Say as you wish, brother. If you want her brought to you simply call. She's staying in my wife's chambers for her visit here."
Vangelis snorted and raised an eyebrow at his brother's statement that the Lady Selene had been gifted his wife's apartments during her visit.
"I'm sure Lady Evras will be exuberant to hear that." He told his brother with a glare, as the man placed the pillow under his arm. He cared nought for it as he could always request another if he needed it.
"I don't know what is going on with you brother, but when I am fit and able to deal out the beating I suspect you so desperately need we will be talking more about this marriage of yours." He told the man, intent on putting his brother on the back foot as he had done to the eldest only moments before, for a moment though, the quiet stretched and Vangelis' tone transformed from teasing to strength and loyalty. "I am with you my brother." He told the man. "In any way you need... And for whatever is best for Diom."
After a momentary nod of brotherly duty, the two of them separated and it was only a half hour later that Vangelis was presented with the letters he had missed during his immediate recovery - a clear olive branch by his brother in meeting his request to see them.
At the end of the day... they were still the closest of brothers...
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Vangelis snorted and raised an eyebrow at his brother's statement that the Lady Selene had been gifted his wife's apartments during her visit.
"I'm sure Lady Evras will be exuberant to hear that." He told his brother with a glare, as the man placed the pillow under his arm. He cared nought for it as he could always request another if he needed it.
"I don't know what is going on with you brother, but when I am fit and able to deal out the beating I suspect you so desperately need we will be talking more about this marriage of yours." He told the man, intent on putting his brother on the back foot as he had done to the eldest only moments before, for a moment though, the quiet stretched and Vangelis' tone transformed from teasing to strength and loyalty. "I am with you my brother." He told the man. "In any way you need... And for whatever is best for Diom."
After a momentary nod of brotherly duty, the two of them separated and it was only a half hour later that Vangelis was presented with the letters he had missed during his immediate recovery - a clear olive branch by his brother in meeting his request to see them.
At the end of the day... they were still the closest of brothers...
Vangelis snorted and raised an eyebrow at his brother's statement that the Lady Selene had been gifted his wife's apartments during her visit.
"I'm sure Lady Evras will be exuberant to hear that." He told his brother with a glare, as the man placed the pillow under his arm. He cared nought for it as he could always request another if he needed it.
"I don't know what is going on with you brother, but when I am fit and able to deal out the beating I suspect you so desperately need we will be talking more about this marriage of yours." He told the man, intent on putting his brother on the back foot as he had done to the eldest only moments before, for a moment though, the quiet stretched and Vangelis' tone transformed from teasing to strength and loyalty. "I am with you my brother." He told the man. "In any way you need... And for whatever is best for Diom."
After a momentary nod of brotherly duty, the two of them separated and it was only a half hour later that Vangelis was presented with the letters he had missed during his immediate recovery - a clear olive branch by his brother in meeting his request to see them.
At the end of the day... they were still the closest of brothers...
