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It had been a... long night. Sleep did not come easy to Evras, not after what had happened in the dikastirio just the night before. Tossing and turning, even when she felt nauseous from pure exhaustion halfway through the night, Evras could not sleep until it claimed her without warning. But even in sleep, she could not rest, for nightmares of her dead father and a husband abandoning her plagued her dreams, that when she finally woke, the sun had barely broken the horizon, and her brows damp with a sheen of sweat.
Of course, Zanon was not back.
Where he was, Evras did not know, but for the first time, she did not want to know. She had not met his eyes since last night, after her father had lunged at Tython with a knife. Knowing her husband, Evras was half fearful of what he would say... and what he would do. What would he think? She couldn't let her father just be plainly executed and beheaded in front of everyone in the dikastirio just like that! To stand back and do nothing seemed almost heartless, and while Evras was certain her father was a dead man walking, it still felt wrong.
Dionysios had been sane, better when she was younger. Evras had faint memories of her father balancing her on his lap as she watched Dysius with her mother, but it changed after Mihail's birth, and her mother's death. So much so that Thea and Nethis found it much better to keep her father within their family doors. That Dionysios had went out the night before was a bad idea to begin with...and now it all got worst.
Evras had never actively done it before, but now she found herself wanting to avoid her husband, quickly doing her morning ablutions before she headed to ensure Dion was off to his lessons, an extra guard to keep an eye on him. With recent events, Evras found it necessary to request for an extra eye to be kept on the young prince, and did not care at all if other's called her paranoid. She may be carrying another within her, but that did not mean she was going to neglect her firstborn.
Ensuring she kept moving throughout the day, Evras visited the temples and tended to the gardens (despite some of her handmaidens advising against it, since she had occasional spells of lightheadedness), but by noon she was finding it increasingly difficult to find reasons to stay out of the Kotas manor, that she eventually had to return within its walls.
It was high noon by the time the dark-haired princess found her way into the cooling interiors of the manor, gingerly closing the door behind her. She hoped to draw no attention, for the Gods forbid she did not want to know what conversation Zanon would have with her, and Evras wanted to avoid it. Sure, it didn't solve the problem... but the problem didn't need solving now did it?
Intending to change out of her light purple chiton, the young woman was quick to summon her handmaidens for a bath, before heading to her chambers, internally hoping to the Gods that her husband was nowhere around.
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It had been a... long night. Sleep did not come easy to Evras, not after what had happened in the dikastirio just the night before. Tossing and turning, even when she felt nauseous from pure exhaustion halfway through the night, Evras could not sleep until it claimed her without warning. But even in sleep, she could not rest, for nightmares of her dead father and a husband abandoning her plagued her dreams, that when she finally woke, the sun had barely broken the horizon, and her brows damp with a sheen of sweat.
Of course, Zanon was not back.
Where he was, Evras did not know, but for the first time, she did not want to know. She had not met his eyes since last night, after her father had lunged at Tython with a knife. Knowing her husband, Evras was half fearful of what he would say... and what he would do. What would he think? She couldn't let her father just be plainly executed and beheaded in front of everyone in the dikastirio just like that! To stand back and do nothing seemed almost heartless, and while Evras was certain her father was a dead man walking, it still felt wrong.
Dionysios had been sane, better when she was younger. Evras had faint memories of her father balancing her on his lap as she watched Dysius with her mother, but it changed after Mihail's birth, and her mother's death. So much so that Thea and Nethis found it much better to keep her father within their family doors. That Dionysios had went out the night before was a bad idea to begin with...and now it all got worst.
Evras had never actively done it before, but now she found herself wanting to avoid her husband, quickly doing her morning ablutions before she headed to ensure Dion was off to his lessons, an extra guard to keep an eye on him. With recent events, Evras found it necessary to request for an extra eye to be kept on the young prince, and did not care at all if other's called her paranoid. She may be carrying another within her, but that did not mean she was going to neglect her firstborn.
Ensuring she kept moving throughout the day, Evras visited the temples and tended to the gardens (despite some of her handmaidens advising against it, since she had occasional spells of lightheadedness), but by noon she was finding it increasingly difficult to find reasons to stay out of the Kotas manor, that she eventually had to return within its walls.
It was high noon by the time the dark-haired princess found her way into the cooling interiors of the manor, gingerly closing the door behind her. She hoped to draw no attention, for the Gods forbid she did not want to know what conversation Zanon would have with her, and Evras wanted to avoid it. Sure, it didn't solve the problem... but the problem didn't need solving now did it?
Intending to change out of her light purple chiton, the young woman was quick to summon her handmaidens for a bath, before heading to her chambers, internally hoping to the Gods that her husband was nowhere around.
It had been a... long night. Sleep did not come easy to Evras, not after what had happened in the dikastirio just the night before. Tossing and turning, even when she felt nauseous from pure exhaustion halfway through the night, Evras could not sleep until it claimed her without warning. But even in sleep, she could not rest, for nightmares of her dead father and a husband abandoning her plagued her dreams, that when she finally woke, the sun had barely broken the horizon, and her brows damp with a sheen of sweat.
Of course, Zanon was not back.
Where he was, Evras did not know, but for the first time, she did not want to know. She had not met his eyes since last night, after her father had lunged at Tython with a knife. Knowing her husband, Evras was half fearful of what he would say... and what he would do. What would he think? She couldn't let her father just be plainly executed and beheaded in front of everyone in the dikastirio just like that! To stand back and do nothing seemed almost heartless, and while Evras was certain her father was a dead man walking, it still felt wrong.
Dionysios had been sane, better when she was younger. Evras had faint memories of her father balancing her on his lap as she watched Dysius with her mother, but it changed after Mihail's birth, and her mother's death. So much so that Thea and Nethis found it much better to keep her father within their family doors. That Dionysios had went out the night before was a bad idea to begin with...and now it all got worst.
Evras had never actively done it before, but now she found herself wanting to avoid her husband, quickly doing her morning ablutions before she headed to ensure Dion was off to his lessons, an extra guard to keep an eye on him. With recent events, Evras found it necessary to request for an extra eye to be kept on the young prince, and did not care at all if other's called her paranoid. She may be carrying another within her, but that did not mean she was going to neglect her firstborn.
Ensuring she kept moving throughout the day, Evras visited the temples and tended to the gardens (despite some of her handmaidens advising against it, since she had occasional spells of lightheadedness), but by noon she was finding it increasingly difficult to find reasons to stay out of the Kotas manor, that she eventually had to return within its walls.
It was high noon by the time the dark-haired princess found her way into the cooling interiors of the manor, gingerly closing the door behind her. She hoped to draw no attention, for the Gods forbid she did not want to know what conversation Zanon would have with her, and Evras wanted to avoid it. Sure, it didn't solve the problem... but the problem didn't need solving now did it?
Intending to change out of her light purple chiton, the young woman was quick to summon her handmaidens for a bath, before heading to her chambers, internally hoping to the Gods that her husband was nowhere around.
After the chaos of the previous night, Zanon had not slept. Getting the women and children of the family home from the Dikstirio had been his priority, and after settling them in their respective places, he had returned to the scene of so many attempted crimes. With a contingent of men they had questioned everyone involved in the kitchens, sorting through leads and keeping a few prime suspects in holding. He was itching to go to the order house and strangle the life from Dionysios, but his father, his living breathing father, had told him not to interfere.
Seeing Tython alive after mourning his loss was...alarming to say the least. When his father had revealed himself alive and well, Zanon had barely had time to process the facts before an attempt had been made on his life, and now through the night and the rest of the day it had been a mad scramble to catch up. Whoever had thought to kill Vangelis, hadn't known of the King's survival, which in Zan's mind pointed to a Thanasi. The fact that Thea had been quick to assist his brother immediately ruled her out as a threat, of all of his wife's siblings she had always been the one that frightened him least. Nethis though, she and Mihail and Dionysios were all of the sort that would eagerly take down a Kotas when given the chance. Indeed, the way the Thanasi patriarch had launched himself at Tython, it left little doubt in the second prince's mind that the old man had been behind all of it.
The thoughts spun round and round in his mind, and like a time not so long ago he felt something shift within him, a hardening of sorts that was a poison of its own. A few months back, he had begun to reconcile with his wife. And as he grew closer with Evras once more, so too did things seemingly begin to unravel. His leg was growing worse, the coal mine and fire, the shipwreck, Vangelis' near death. All had occurred since she had begun sharing his bed again. Was there some sort of curse she had laid on him? Stealing his strength to feed the child she held within? His brother's words rang through his consciousness and he shook off the thought, but a bitterness remained.
When Dionysios had charged his father, Evras had run to the old man's side, defended him. He expected such things of Thea, of Nethis and Mihail. But his wife was not Thanasi anymore. She was Kotas. And the man she had been so ready to protect, was the one who had tried to kill his father.
Only once the sun was high did Zanon finally return to his chambers to rest, stepping in just in time to hear Evras' voice call for a bath. Silently entering the room, he stopped just behind her and shook his head at the maids. They dipped into twin curtsies and fled, leaving the prince and his wife alone for the first time since her father had tried to murder his own.
"Wife."
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After the chaos of the previous night, Zanon had not slept. Getting the women and children of the family home from the Dikstirio had been his priority, and after settling them in their respective places, he had returned to the scene of so many attempted crimes. With a contingent of men they had questioned everyone involved in the kitchens, sorting through leads and keeping a few prime suspects in holding. He was itching to go to the order house and strangle the life from Dionysios, but his father, his living breathing father, had told him not to interfere.
Seeing Tython alive after mourning his loss was...alarming to say the least. When his father had revealed himself alive and well, Zanon had barely had time to process the facts before an attempt had been made on his life, and now through the night and the rest of the day it had been a mad scramble to catch up. Whoever had thought to kill Vangelis, hadn't known of the King's survival, which in Zan's mind pointed to a Thanasi. The fact that Thea had been quick to assist his brother immediately ruled her out as a threat, of all of his wife's siblings she had always been the one that frightened him least. Nethis though, she and Mihail and Dionysios were all of the sort that would eagerly take down a Kotas when given the chance. Indeed, the way the Thanasi patriarch had launched himself at Tython, it left little doubt in the second prince's mind that the old man had been behind all of it.
The thoughts spun round and round in his mind, and like a time not so long ago he felt something shift within him, a hardening of sorts that was a poison of its own. A few months back, he had begun to reconcile with his wife. And as he grew closer with Evras once more, so too did things seemingly begin to unravel. His leg was growing worse, the coal mine and fire, the shipwreck, Vangelis' near death. All had occurred since she had begun sharing his bed again. Was there some sort of curse she had laid on him? Stealing his strength to feed the child she held within? His brother's words rang through his consciousness and he shook off the thought, but a bitterness remained.
When Dionysios had charged his father, Evras had run to the old man's side, defended him. He expected such things of Thea, of Nethis and Mihail. But his wife was not Thanasi anymore. She was Kotas. And the man she had been so ready to protect, was the one who had tried to kill his father.
Only once the sun was high did Zanon finally return to his chambers to rest, stepping in just in time to hear Evras' voice call for a bath. Silently entering the room, he stopped just behind her and shook his head at the maids. They dipped into twin curtsies and fled, leaving the prince and his wife alone for the first time since her father had tried to murder his own.
"Wife."
After the chaos of the previous night, Zanon had not slept. Getting the women and children of the family home from the Dikstirio had been his priority, and after settling them in their respective places, he had returned to the scene of so many attempted crimes. With a contingent of men they had questioned everyone involved in the kitchens, sorting through leads and keeping a few prime suspects in holding. He was itching to go to the order house and strangle the life from Dionysios, but his father, his living breathing father, had told him not to interfere.
Seeing Tython alive after mourning his loss was...alarming to say the least. When his father had revealed himself alive and well, Zanon had barely had time to process the facts before an attempt had been made on his life, and now through the night and the rest of the day it had been a mad scramble to catch up. Whoever had thought to kill Vangelis, hadn't known of the King's survival, which in Zan's mind pointed to a Thanasi. The fact that Thea had been quick to assist his brother immediately ruled her out as a threat, of all of his wife's siblings she had always been the one that frightened him least. Nethis though, she and Mihail and Dionysios were all of the sort that would eagerly take down a Kotas when given the chance. Indeed, the way the Thanasi patriarch had launched himself at Tython, it left little doubt in the second prince's mind that the old man had been behind all of it.
The thoughts spun round and round in his mind, and like a time not so long ago he felt something shift within him, a hardening of sorts that was a poison of its own. A few months back, he had begun to reconcile with his wife. And as he grew closer with Evras once more, so too did things seemingly begin to unravel. His leg was growing worse, the coal mine and fire, the shipwreck, Vangelis' near death. All had occurred since she had begun sharing his bed again. Was there some sort of curse she had laid on him? Stealing his strength to feed the child she held within? His brother's words rang through his consciousness and he shook off the thought, but a bitterness remained.
When Dionysios had charged his father, Evras had run to the old man's side, defended him. He expected such things of Thea, of Nethis and Mihail. But his wife was not Thanasi anymore. She was Kotas. And the man she had been so ready to protect, was the one who had tried to kill his father.
Only once the sun was high did Zanon finally return to his chambers to rest, stepping in just in time to hear Evras' voice call for a bath. Silently entering the room, he stopped just behind her and shook his head at the maids. They dipped into twin curtsies and fled, leaving the prince and his wife alone for the first time since her father had tried to murder his own.
"Wife."
Evras was not usually a flighty female. Brought up in an enviroment where their father mostly told them they had to fight to get their rightful spot in the ranks of nobility, along with siblings who were definitely not predictable, the woman was used to change and surprises. Flightiness was not in her genes, which was why it was so odd for her to have started when Zanon had made his way in.
She had not heard him come in, and instead had started to unpin her chiton, part way through disrobing when her husband's voice made her jump, and Evras haphazardly tried to cover up the top half of herself with her already unpinned chiton before she turned. Surprise was evident in her crystal gaze, blinking once or twice before she cleared her throat, hesitance in her voice as she spoke. "Husband."
It was a short response, a far cry from the warmth that had reignited between them both a few months back. She had enjoyed it, enjoyed the companionship her husband's return to her had provided, for Evras had not even realized how much she had missed the warm touch of Zanon on her skin, or how happy she'd be now to be carrying yet another child of his within her.
Now though, she wasn't too sure. Did her husband think her so heartless that she'd just sit there and watch as her own father got run through by the military might of Colchis? She was under no delusion that Dionysios was innocent, but even so and as a nobleman of the senate, one who was way past proper age might she add, should he not at least be granted the dignity of not dying in front of his own children, much less his grandchildren? Half the reason why Evras had moved was partially due to Dion's wide eyes just staring, and she refused to let her own son's nightmares be of his doting grandfather dying.
If her husband disagreed, then they were at an impasse.
But refusing to let herself get too worked up just yet, instead Evras merely cleared her throat awkwardly, and took a step back. Still holding the chiton up to her chin, she glanced at the bath tub half prepared for her supposed bath, and then flicked her gaze hesitantly to her husband. For a moment, her heart went to him, for Zanon looked nothing if not exhausted. As his wife, Evras knew more then anyone, how hard he worked, and how much he needed at least some form of rest at this point. She did not doubt, at least for last night, that he had spent the night anywhere else but at work questioning the many people present at the Dikasitirio on who had been responsible for Vangelis's condition. And if she could, and had it been under different circumstances, Evras would've embraced her husband, allowing him to lean on her as she tried her best to return his energy to him, soothe his aching joints.
Yet his cold, frozen demeanour spoke otherwise, harking back to not so many months back where Evras may as well have been married to a wall rather then to a living, breathing man. So all she could do was ask hesitantly, in a voice hushed and almost scared. "Would you... like to take a bath?"
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Evras was not usually a flighty female. Brought up in an enviroment where their father mostly told them they had to fight to get their rightful spot in the ranks of nobility, along with siblings who were definitely not predictable, the woman was used to change and surprises. Flightiness was not in her genes, which was why it was so odd for her to have started when Zanon had made his way in.
She had not heard him come in, and instead had started to unpin her chiton, part way through disrobing when her husband's voice made her jump, and Evras haphazardly tried to cover up the top half of herself with her already unpinned chiton before she turned. Surprise was evident in her crystal gaze, blinking once or twice before she cleared her throat, hesitance in her voice as she spoke. "Husband."
It was a short response, a far cry from the warmth that had reignited between them both a few months back. She had enjoyed it, enjoyed the companionship her husband's return to her had provided, for Evras had not even realized how much she had missed the warm touch of Zanon on her skin, or how happy she'd be now to be carrying yet another child of his within her.
Now though, she wasn't too sure. Did her husband think her so heartless that she'd just sit there and watch as her own father got run through by the military might of Colchis? She was under no delusion that Dionysios was innocent, but even so and as a nobleman of the senate, one who was way past proper age might she add, should he not at least be granted the dignity of not dying in front of his own children, much less his grandchildren? Half the reason why Evras had moved was partially due to Dion's wide eyes just staring, and she refused to let her own son's nightmares be of his doting grandfather dying.
If her husband disagreed, then they were at an impasse.
But refusing to let herself get too worked up just yet, instead Evras merely cleared her throat awkwardly, and took a step back. Still holding the chiton up to her chin, she glanced at the bath tub half prepared for her supposed bath, and then flicked her gaze hesitantly to her husband. For a moment, her heart went to him, for Zanon looked nothing if not exhausted. As his wife, Evras knew more then anyone, how hard he worked, and how much he needed at least some form of rest at this point. She did not doubt, at least for last night, that he had spent the night anywhere else but at work questioning the many people present at the Dikasitirio on who had been responsible for Vangelis's condition. And if she could, and had it been under different circumstances, Evras would've embraced her husband, allowing him to lean on her as she tried her best to return his energy to him, soothe his aching joints.
Yet his cold, frozen demeanour spoke otherwise, harking back to not so many months back where Evras may as well have been married to a wall rather then to a living, breathing man. So all she could do was ask hesitantly, in a voice hushed and almost scared. "Would you... like to take a bath?"
Evras was not usually a flighty female. Brought up in an enviroment where their father mostly told them they had to fight to get their rightful spot in the ranks of nobility, along with siblings who were definitely not predictable, the woman was used to change and surprises. Flightiness was not in her genes, which was why it was so odd for her to have started when Zanon had made his way in.
She had not heard him come in, and instead had started to unpin her chiton, part way through disrobing when her husband's voice made her jump, and Evras haphazardly tried to cover up the top half of herself with her already unpinned chiton before she turned. Surprise was evident in her crystal gaze, blinking once or twice before she cleared her throat, hesitance in her voice as she spoke. "Husband."
It was a short response, a far cry from the warmth that had reignited between them both a few months back. She had enjoyed it, enjoyed the companionship her husband's return to her had provided, for Evras had not even realized how much she had missed the warm touch of Zanon on her skin, or how happy she'd be now to be carrying yet another child of his within her.
Now though, she wasn't too sure. Did her husband think her so heartless that she'd just sit there and watch as her own father got run through by the military might of Colchis? She was under no delusion that Dionysios was innocent, but even so and as a nobleman of the senate, one who was way past proper age might she add, should he not at least be granted the dignity of not dying in front of his own children, much less his grandchildren? Half the reason why Evras had moved was partially due to Dion's wide eyes just staring, and she refused to let her own son's nightmares be of his doting grandfather dying.
If her husband disagreed, then they were at an impasse.
But refusing to let herself get too worked up just yet, instead Evras merely cleared her throat awkwardly, and took a step back. Still holding the chiton up to her chin, she glanced at the bath tub half prepared for her supposed bath, and then flicked her gaze hesitantly to her husband. For a moment, her heart went to him, for Zanon looked nothing if not exhausted. As his wife, Evras knew more then anyone, how hard he worked, and how much he needed at least some form of rest at this point. She did not doubt, at least for last night, that he had spent the night anywhere else but at work questioning the many people present at the Dikasitirio on who had been responsible for Vangelis's condition. And if she could, and had it been under different circumstances, Evras would've embraced her husband, allowing him to lean on her as she tried her best to return his energy to him, soothe his aching joints.
Yet his cold, frozen demeanour spoke otherwise, harking back to not so many months back where Evras may as well have been married to a wall rather then to a living, breathing man. So all she could do was ask hesitantly, in a voice hushed and almost scared. "Would you... like to take a bath?"
His eyes scanned over her state of undress, for the first time in a long while, however, there was no desire in his gaze. Instead all he could see was the woman who had gotten in the way, protected a traitor, and contributed to the injury of a king. She was carrying his child, or so she said. Memories of her kissing another man in font of this very house were burned into his mind, the blood of the man's hands sometimes stained his nightmares.
Arms crossed over his chest, he looked to the bath and then back to her. He did want a bath, and to finally sleep and relax after the madhouse that had been his life. It was something he would not be awarded yet, not until they had spoken and determined where they stood. If she was not fully committed to Kotas, she was not someone he could trust, and if she was not someone he could trust, then changes would need to be made to their situation. Whether she continued living in his household or returned to that of her sisters', how often she would be allowed to see their son, and the fate of this next child hinged on this.
"We have been searching all night, questioning everyone who had the ability to get in and out."
Zanon watched her carefully, remaining still in his place and observing any reaction she might have. If he had been given his way, he would have searched every nook of the Thanasi gardens and houses, tortured Nethis into revealing the truth. It was exactly the sort of thing she would have tried to do, and he wondered which side of the battle Evras would have come down on. Thea had proven her side, rushing to save the king at her own risk, but Evras. She would have gained the most of the Thanasi sisters with Vangelis' death. It would have made her queen. Her son king. And even on the return of his father, she would have been crown princess.
"Your family has divided all of us. I believe your father should have been executed in the hall after he tried to murder one king, and injured another. Others wish to let him die in a cell." There was a snarl to his lips as he spoke, remembering how he had itched to draw his sword across Dionysios' throat. "Did you know of your father's desire to murder us? Or were you only aware of the poison in Vangelis' plate? I notice you made sure my slave was the one who served it to him. Ariah has been cleared of any wrong doing. She said you gave her the order to be where she was."
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His eyes scanned over her state of undress, for the first time in a long while, however, there was no desire in his gaze. Instead all he could see was the woman who had gotten in the way, protected a traitor, and contributed to the injury of a king. She was carrying his child, or so she said. Memories of her kissing another man in font of this very house were burned into his mind, the blood of the man's hands sometimes stained his nightmares.
Arms crossed over his chest, he looked to the bath and then back to her. He did want a bath, and to finally sleep and relax after the madhouse that had been his life. It was something he would not be awarded yet, not until they had spoken and determined where they stood. If she was not fully committed to Kotas, she was not someone he could trust, and if she was not someone he could trust, then changes would need to be made to their situation. Whether she continued living in his household or returned to that of her sisters', how often she would be allowed to see their son, and the fate of this next child hinged on this.
"We have been searching all night, questioning everyone who had the ability to get in and out."
Zanon watched her carefully, remaining still in his place and observing any reaction she might have. If he had been given his way, he would have searched every nook of the Thanasi gardens and houses, tortured Nethis into revealing the truth. It was exactly the sort of thing she would have tried to do, and he wondered which side of the battle Evras would have come down on. Thea had proven her side, rushing to save the king at her own risk, but Evras. She would have gained the most of the Thanasi sisters with Vangelis' death. It would have made her queen. Her son king. And even on the return of his father, she would have been crown princess.
"Your family has divided all of us. I believe your father should have been executed in the hall after he tried to murder one king, and injured another. Others wish to let him die in a cell." There was a snarl to his lips as he spoke, remembering how he had itched to draw his sword across Dionysios' throat. "Did you know of your father's desire to murder us? Or were you only aware of the poison in Vangelis' plate? I notice you made sure my slave was the one who served it to him. Ariah has been cleared of any wrong doing. She said you gave her the order to be where she was."
His eyes scanned over her state of undress, for the first time in a long while, however, there was no desire in his gaze. Instead all he could see was the woman who had gotten in the way, protected a traitor, and contributed to the injury of a king. She was carrying his child, or so she said. Memories of her kissing another man in font of this very house were burned into his mind, the blood of the man's hands sometimes stained his nightmares.
Arms crossed over his chest, he looked to the bath and then back to her. He did want a bath, and to finally sleep and relax after the madhouse that had been his life. It was something he would not be awarded yet, not until they had spoken and determined where they stood. If she was not fully committed to Kotas, she was not someone he could trust, and if she was not someone he could trust, then changes would need to be made to their situation. Whether she continued living in his household or returned to that of her sisters', how often she would be allowed to see their son, and the fate of this next child hinged on this.
"We have been searching all night, questioning everyone who had the ability to get in and out."
Zanon watched her carefully, remaining still in his place and observing any reaction she might have. If he had been given his way, he would have searched every nook of the Thanasi gardens and houses, tortured Nethis into revealing the truth. It was exactly the sort of thing she would have tried to do, and he wondered which side of the battle Evras would have come down on. Thea had proven her side, rushing to save the king at her own risk, but Evras. She would have gained the most of the Thanasi sisters with Vangelis' death. It would have made her queen. Her son king. And even on the return of his father, she would have been crown princess.
"Your family has divided all of us. I believe your father should have been executed in the hall after he tried to murder one king, and injured another. Others wish to let him die in a cell." There was a snarl to his lips as he spoke, remembering how he had itched to draw his sword across Dionysios' throat. "Did you know of your father's desire to murder us? Or were you only aware of the poison in Vangelis' plate? I notice you made sure my slave was the one who served it to him. Ariah has been cleared of any wrong doing. She said you gave her the order to be where she was."
She could practically feel his eyes raking over her - but not with the same warmth as she usually felt. She knew her husband, having been married to him for more then a decade now. Even if Evras wouldn't like to admit it, she could almost innately tell what Zanon was thinking, and it wasn't his usual demeanour. So instead of feeling warmth suffuse her own body each time he glanced at her, Evras merely felt a shiver of apprehension go up her spine as she listened to him brief explanation of where he's been.
Not that Evras had to question where he's been really - where else could he have? Vangelis's instructions to him as she had been shuffled out of the Dikasitirio had been pretty clear. Evras had not even expected him back, which was why she had had the bath drawn. But here they were, a situation she had not expected, but yet had to handle right now. She did not know what words she had to pick - what did one say when one's father had almost assasinated her husband's own father, a King for that matter?
At a loss for words, the woman merely made a noncomittal nod and a soft hum to his answer, her mind racing inwardly for words. Did she offer him food? Her bath? The bedroom for the night as she fumbled for some excuse so she would not have to deal with this awkward uncertainty between them? Even back when they had been courting, the situations had never been this strained.
Yet her husband's next words easily decided her own. Staring at him as he spoke quickly, the snarl on his lips did nothing to scare her. Other's may be cowed by his temper, but Evras had risked much for her own husband that even if she had to walk away, she would. But only if he refused to see sense. "You believe your son should witness his grandfather whom he's known all his life be speared on a sword? Do you wish Epiales upon Dion's sleep, Zanon?" she asked in a soft murmur, a brief flash of hurt in the crystal gaze of hers. "It would seem you saw my sister, but did not see me as I assisted Thea to help Vangelis. I only told Ariah to help the kitchen staff. Where the head cook and maid sent her to serve is no jurisdiction of mine."
Afterall, it was entrusted to the head of the staff to assign who was to serve what. That it would be a new servant to serve the supposed then-King of Colchis was weird, yet that thought did not occur to Evras at that point, half disrobed as she was with her hand's shivering. "If you wish to trust the words of your slave, you may. I however, did not give any order for anyone specific to serve us. That King Tython has returned is a fact I am just as glad as anyone of us, for I merely am grateful that you no longer have to bear the duties which had robbed sleep of you. Believe of that what you may." the woman finished her sentence with an averted gaze, and a step back, as if offering him the bath and the bedroom.
She wanted nothing to do with someone who would not trust her, afterall.
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She could practically feel his eyes raking over her - but not with the same warmth as she usually felt. She knew her husband, having been married to him for more then a decade now. Even if Evras wouldn't like to admit it, she could almost innately tell what Zanon was thinking, and it wasn't his usual demeanour. So instead of feeling warmth suffuse her own body each time he glanced at her, Evras merely felt a shiver of apprehension go up her spine as she listened to him brief explanation of where he's been.
Not that Evras had to question where he's been really - where else could he have? Vangelis's instructions to him as she had been shuffled out of the Dikasitirio had been pretty clear. Evras had not even expected him back, which was why she had had the bath drawn. But here they were, a situation she had not expected, but yet had to handle right now. She did not know what words she had to pick - what did one say when one's father had almost assasinated her husband's own father, a King for that matter?
At a loss for words, the woman merely made a noncomittal nod and a soft hum to his answer, her mind racing inwardly for words. Did she offer him food? Her bath? The bedroom for the night as she fumbled for some excuse so she would not have to deal with this awkward uncertainty between them? Even back when they had been courting, the situations had never been this strained.
Yet her husband's next words easily decided her own. Staring at him as he spoke quickly, the snarl on his lips did nothing to scare her. Other's may be cowed by his temper, but Evras had risked much for her own husband that even if she had to walk away, she would. But only if he refused to see sense. "You believe your son should witness his grandfather whom he's known all his life be speared on a sword? Do you wish Epiales upon Dion's sleep, Zanon?" she asked in a soft murmur, a brief flash of hurt in the crystal gaze of hers. "It would seem you saw my sister, but did not see me as I assisted Thea to help Vangelis. I only told Ariah to help the kitchen staff. Where the head cook and maid sent her to serve is no jurisdiction of mine."
Afterall, it was entrusted to the head of the staff to assign who was to serve what. That it would be a new servant to serve the supposed then-King of Colchis was weird, yet that thought did not occur to Evras at that point, half disrobed as she was with her hand's shivering. "If you wish to trust the words of your slave, you may. I however, did not give any order for anyone specific to serve us. That King Tython has returned is a fact I am just as glad as anyone of us, for I merely am grateful that you no longer have to bear the duties which had robbed sleep of you. Believe of that what you may." the woman finished her sentence with an averted gaze, and a step back, as if offering him the bath and the bedroom.
She wanted nothing to do with someone who would not trust her, afterall.
She could practically feel his eyes raking over her - but not with the same warmth as she usually felt. She knew her husband, having been married to him for more then a decade now. Even if Evras wouldn't like to admit it, she could almost innately tell what Zanon was thinking, and it wasn't his usual demeanour. So instead of feeling warmth suffuse her own body each time he glanced at her, Evras merely felt a shiver of apprehension go up her spine as she listened to him brief explanation of where he's been.
Not that Evras had to question where he's been really - where else could he have? Vangelis's instructions to him as she had been shuffled out of the Dikasitirio had been pretty clear. Evras had not even expected him back, which was why she had had the bath drawn. But here they were, a situation she had not expected, but yet had to handle right now. She did not know what words she had to pick - what did one say when one's father had almost assasinated her husband's own father, a King for that matter?
At a loss for words, the woman merely made a noncomittal nod and a soft hum to his answer, her mind racing inwardly for words. Did she offer him food? Her bath? The bedroom for the night as she fumbled for some excuse so she would not have to deal with this awkward uncertainty between them? Even back when they had been courting, the situations had never been this strained.
Yet her husband's next words easily decided her own. Staring at him as he spoke quickly, the snarl on his lips did nothing to scare her. Other's may be cowed by his temper, but Evras had risked much for her own husband that even if she had to walk away, she would. But only if he refused to see sense. "You believe your son should witness his grandfather whom he's known all his life be speared on a sword? Do you wish Epiales upon Dion's sleep, Zanon?" she asked in a soft murmur, a brief flash of hurt in the crystal gaze of hers. "It would seem you saw my sister, but did not see me as I assisted Thea to help Vangelis. I only told Ariah to help the kitchen staff. Where the head cook and maid sent her to serve is no jurisdiction of mine."
Afterall, it was entrusted to the head of the staff to assign who was to serve what. That it would be a new servant to serve the supposed then-King of Colchis was weird, yet that thought did not occur to Evras at that point, half disrobed as she was with her hand's shivering. "If you wish to trust the words of your slave, you may. I however, did not give any order for anyone specific to serve us. That King Tython has returned is a fact I am just as glad as anyone of us, for I merely am grateful that you no longer have to bear the duties which had robbed sleep of you. Believe of that what you may." the woman finished her sentence with an averted gaze, and a step back, as if offering him the bath and the bedroom.
She wanted nothing to do with someone who would not trust her, afterall.
"I believe my son should see justice and not fear his roots. He is a prince of Kotas, not a sniveling boy child who cannot see the realities of the world!"
He'd never intended to raise his voice, but the way she spoke of Dion as if he was still a little boy of five was grating against him. Sooner than either of them would like he would have to descend into the mines, as all Colchian royal boys did, and he would have to have the strength of character and body to survive. Else all of their children would be lost to them completely.
"Our son very nearly saw one grandfather spear the other on a dagger, just after witnessing his uncle dying before him. Do you not think he ought to see justice be done?? Because of your family he nearly became the heir to the throne in one fell swoop. Crown prince before his time in the very place I never wanted him to be!"
Rage had propelled him forward as he glared down at Evras, her protestations that she had been helping Thea try to cure Vangelis only just barely registering in contrast to her clear opinion that if his father had been murdered it would have been better than if her own had been executed for his regicide. He didn't lift a hand to her, still conscious of the babe that was supposedly still growing within her, though he didn't know if it still survived and given their track record the odds were slim. "She has no reason to lie to me. Her family does not have a history of trying to destroy mine."
Zanon's hands had become balled fists at his sides, his gaze a smouldering stony anger. Ariah had given him the first amount of relief from old pain that he'd had, she had been nothing but loyal and a supportive, kind presence who was always there when he needed her. "Dion is finished with your pampering. I will be taking charge of his education and livelihood from here and you are not to baby him any longer. This has gone on for far too long. Should you wish to seek refuge with your traitor family you will not be welcome back into our halls by me. The time has come for you to embrace being a Kotas princess or to leave it behind and remain Thanasi serpent."
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"I believe my son should see justice and not fear his roots. He is a prince of Kotas, not a sniveling boy child who cannot see the realities of the world!"
He'd never intended to raise his voice, but the way she spoke of Dion as if he was still a little boy of five was grating against him. Sooner than either of them would like he would have to descend into the mines, as all Colchian royal boys did, and he would have to have the strength of character and body to survive. Else all of their children would be lost to them completely.
"Our son very nearly saw one grandfather spear the other on a dagger, just after witnessing his uncle dying before him. Do you not think he ought to see justice be done?? Because of your family he nearly became the heir to the throne in one fell swoop. Crown prince before his time in the very place I never wanted him to be!"
Rage had propelled him forward as he glared down at Evras, her protestations that she had been helping Thea try to cure Vangelis only just barely registering in contrast to her clear opinion that if his father had been murdered it would have been better than if her own had been executed for his regicide. He didn't lift a hand to her, still conscious of the babe that was supposedly still growing within her, though he didn't know if it still survived and given their track record the odds were slim. "She has no reason to lie to me. Her family does not have a history of trying to destroy mine."
Zanon's hands had become balled fists at his sides, his gaze a smouldering stony anger. Ariah had given him the first amount of relief from old pain that he'd had, she had been nothing but loyal and a supportive, kind presence who was always there when he needed her. "Dion is finished with your pampering. I will be taking charge of his education and livelihood from here and you are not to baby him any longer. This has gone on for far too long. Should you wish to seek refuge with your traitor family you will not be welcome back into our halls by me. The time has come for you to embrace being a Kotas princess or to leave it behind and remain Thanasi serpent."
"I believe my son should see justice and not fear his roots. He is a prince of Kotas, not a sniveling boy child who cannot see the realities of the world!"
He'd never intended to raise his voice, but the way she spoke of Dion as if he was still a little boy of five was grating against him. Sooner than either of them would like he would have to descend into the mines, as all Colchian royal boys did, and he would have to have the strength of character and body to survive. Else all of their children would be lost to them completely.
"Our son very nearly saw one grandfather spear the other on a dagger, just after witnessing his uncle dying before him. Do you not think he ought to see justice be done?? Because of your family he nearly became the heir to the throne in one fell swoop. Crown prince before his time in the very place I never wanted him to be!"
Rage had propelled him forward as he glared down at Evras, her protestations that she had been helping Thea try to cure Vangelis only just barely registering in contrast to her clear opinion that if his father had been murdered it would have been better than if her own had been executed for his regicide. He didn't lift a hand to her, still conscious of the babe that was supposedly still growing within her, though he didn't know if it still survived and given their track record the odds were slim. "She has no reason to lie to me. Her family does not have a history of trying to destroy mine."
Zanon's hands had become balled fists at his sides, his gaze a smouldering stony anger. Ariah had given him the first amount of relief from old pain that he'd had, she had been nothing but loyal and a supportive, kind presence who was always there when he needed her. "Dion is finished with your pampering. I will be taking charge of his education and livelihood from here and you are not to baby him any longer. This has gone on for far too long. Should you wish to seek refuge with your traitor family you will not be welcome back into our halls by me. The time has come for you to embrace being a Kotas princess or to leave it behind and remain Thanasi serpent."
She had always been soft spoken - even with her father raising his voice, Evras had never been one to show fear, or any outwardly reaction. Raised to be the epitome of grace and swanlike elegance, Evras kept her composure as best as she could, even more so ever since she had married up to become a princess, and her mother's training when she had been young had been hammered into her.
But when Zanon had raised his voice, Evras had flinched. Not from fear, but from pure surprise and shock - that her husband, as much as he said wanted to protect her and trust her, those words fell on deaf ears and a lying tongue the moment he had someone else he wanted to believe more. What hurt Evras was not the tone, but the meaning and truth behind his reaction - that his trust in Evras was so tenuous, that any little thing would break it.
"His uncle didn't die because his aunt and mother played a hand in saving him." Evras replied, once Zanon's tirade was over, addressing all that he had said in a measured, and controlled voice that Zanon should recognize to be one of barely reined in anger, if he had the sense to. She had not moved backwards as Zanon came forward, but remained firmly rooted to the ground, shoulders squared as she turned a firm, blazing gaze to her husband, one that said far more then her quiet, composed words.
"Your trust in me is laughable, husband. You speak as if you know of your servant's family history so well, but if we should look at histories, perhaps we should take a closer look at ours." she paused, the meaning and implication behind her words clear. Zanon's own history was questionable, especially in the last few years where his strings of attachment were public and known to most up till just a few months ago. In contrast, Evras had only been a mother and little else when faced with her own husband's abandonment. At this point though, the dark-haired Thanasi born was beginning to think her whole loyalty was useless and for naught. "I've been nothing but a Kotas princess, and your wife for the last decade of being married to you. But it isn't for pampering that I did not wish Dion to watch what you wanted to do - I simply do not wish my son to grow up thinking revenge is the only way out."
She paused, raked a gaze over her husband, and then finished up. "Look where that has landed you, Zanon of Kotas."
It had been a long, far too long time since Evras had last called her husband in that manner. But she was also long past wishing to simply see the man in front of her treat her with simpering kindness, not as she felt the babe in her stir. Revenge and anger was no way to raise a child - and that was certainly no way she wanted her child to be raised. "I want my son, and any child of mine to grow up with the wisdom of his grandfather, the strength of logic of his uncles, the valor and loyalty of his father... but not a bitter need for revenge and grudge that darkens his whole action and thought." Her chin tilted upwards, confidence imbuing her every word as she finally took a step back, away from him.
"I am both a Kotas princess, and the daughter of my mother - who was also a Kotas princess and born, might I remind you." Princess Ulla had been married to the Thanasi, yet somehow everyone seemed to have forgotten that. "If you wish to take charge of Dion's education and livelihood, I will not deny that - but if I see my son becoming as revengeful and bitter, I will also not hesitate to speak to King Tython of that matter. I'm sure your father will have a very different opinion of how his grandson should be raised." She paused, perusing her husband for a moment longer, and then brushed past him to retrieve her clothing, not at all comfortable remaining only half dressed, ironic considering it was her husband of all people.
Pausing in her act of dressing again, Evras turned to peer at her husband over her shoulder, and then commented in an airy voice. "That you would trust the words of a servant girls over mine speaks leagues. Perhaps we should... reconsider our marriage. Nethisa is a province far enough from you and yours, I believe, if that is what you want." Unlike before, Evras voice was cool, uncaring as to what Zanon's response was. She had met Ariah before - she knew of the servant girl, but she was also suspicious now after the way her husband behaved. And in all honesty, if that was what Zanon wanted, Evras was done with him and their sham of a marriage.
Evras did not share.
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She had always been soft spoken - even with her father raising his voice, Evras had never been one to show fear, or any outwardly reaction. Raised to be the epitome of grace and swanlike elegance, Evras kept her composure as best as she could, even more so ever since she had married up to become a princess, and her mother's training when she had been young had been hammered into her.
But when Zanon had raised his voice, Evras had flinched. Not from fear, but from pure surprise and shock - that her husband, as much as he said wanted to protect her and trust her, those words fell on deaf ears and a lying tongue the moment he had someone else he wanted to believe more. What hurt Evras was not the tone, but the meaning and truth behind his reaction - that his trust in Evras was so tenuous, that any little thing would break it.
"His uncle didn't die because his aunt and mother played a hand in saving him." Evras replied, once Zanon's tirade was over, addressing all that he had said in a measured, and controlled voice that Zanon should recognize to be one of barely reined in anger, if he had the sense to. She had not moved backwards as Zanon came forward, but remained firmly rooted to the ground, shoulders squared as she turned a firm, blazing gaze to her husband, one that said far more then her quiet, composed words.
"Your trust in me is laughable, husband. You speak as if you know of your servant's family history so well, but if we should look at histories, perhaps we should take a closer look at ours." she paused, the meaning and implication behind her words clear. Zanon's own history was questionable, especially in the last few years where his strings of attachment were public and known to most up till just a few months ago. In contrast, Evras had only been a mother and little else when faced with her own husband's abandonment. At this point though, the dark-haired Thanasi born was beginning to think her whole loyalty was useless and for naught. "I've been nothing but a Kotas princess, and your wife for the last decade of being married to you. But it isn't for pampering that I did not wish Dion to watch what you wanted to do - I simply do not wish my son to grow up thinking revenge is the only way out."
She paused, raked a gaze over her husband, and then finished up. "Look where that has landed you, Zanon of Kotas."
It had been a long, far too long time since Evras had last called her husband in that manner. But she was also long past wishing to simply see the man in front of her treat her with simpering kindness, not as she felt the babe in her stir. Revenge and anger was no way to raise a child - and that was certainly no way she wanted her child to be raised. "I want my son, and any child of mine to grow up with the wisdom of his grandfather, the strength of logic of his uncles, the valor and loyalty of his father... but not a bitter need for revenge and grudge that darkens his whole action and thought." Her chin tilted upwards, confidence imbuing her every word as she finally took a step back, away from him.
"I am both a Kotas princess, and the daughter of my mother - who was also a Kotas princess and born, might I remind you." Princess Ulla had been married to the Thanasi, yet somehow everyone seemed to have forgotten that. "If you wish to take charge of Dion's education and livelihood, I will not deny that - but if I see my son becoming as revengeful and bitter, I will also not hesitate to speak to King Tython of that matter. I'm sure your father will have a very different opinion of how his grandson should be raised." She paused, perusing her husband for a moment longer, and then brushed past him to retrieve her clothing, not at all comfortable remaining only half dressed, ironic considering it was her husband of all people.
Pausing in her act of dressing again, Evras turned to peer at her husband over her shoulder, and then commented in an airy voice. "That you would trust the words of a servant girls over mine speaks leagues. Perhaps we should... reconsider our marriage. Nethisa is a province far enough from you and yours, I believe, if that is what you want." Unlike before, Evras voice was cool, uncaring as to what Zanon's response was. She had met Ariah before - she knew of the servant girl, but she was also suspicious now after the way her husband behaved. And in all honesty, if that was what Zanon wanted, Evras was done with him and their sham of a marriage.
Evras did not share.
She had always been soft spoken - even with her father raising his voice, Evras had never been one to show fear, or any outwardly reaction. Raised to be the epitome of grace and swanlike elegance, Evras kept her composure as best as she could, even more so ever since she had married up to become a princess, and her mother's training when she had been young had been hammered into her.
But when Zanon had raised his voice, Evras had flinched. Not from fear, but from pure surprise and shock - that her husband, as much as he said wanted to protect her and trust her, those words fell on deaf ears and a lying tongue the moment he had someone else he wanted to believe more. What hurt Evras was not the tone, but the meaning and truth behind his reaction - that his trust in Evras was so tenuous, that any little thing would break it.
"His uncle didn't die because his aunt and mother played a hand in saving him." Evras replied, once Zanon's tirade was over, addressing all that he had said in a measured, and controlled voice that Zanon should recognize to be one of barely reined in anger, if he had the sense to. She had not moved backwards as Zanon came forward, but remained firmly rooted to the ground, shoulders squared as she turned a firm, blazing gaze to her husband, one that said far more then her quiet, composed words.
"Your trust in me is laughable, husband. You speak as if you know of your servant's family history so well, but if we should look at histories, perhaps we should take a closer look at ours." she paused, the meaning and implication behind her words clear. Zanon's own history was questionable, especially in the last few years where his strings of attachment were public and known to most up till just a few months ago. In contrast, Evras had only been a mother and little else when faced with her own husband's abandonment. At this point though, the dark-haired Thanasi born was beginning to think her whole loyalty was useless and for naught. "I've been nothing but a Kotas princess, and your wife for the last decade of being married to you. But it isn't for pampering that I did not wish Dion to watch what you wanted to do - I simply do not wish my son to grow up thinking revenge is the only way out."
She paused, raked a gaze over her husband, and then finished up. "Look where that has landed you, Zanon of Kotas."
It had been a long, far too long time since Evras had last called her husband in that manner. But she was also long past wishing to simply see the man in front of her treat her with simpering kindness, not as she felt the babe in her stir. Revenge and anger was no way to raise a child - and that was certainly no way she wanted her child to be raised. "I want my son, and any child of mine to grow up with the wisdom of his grandfather, the strength of logic of his uncles, the valor and loyalty of his father... but not a bitter need for revenge and grudge that darkens his whole action and thought." Her chin tilted upwards, confidence imbuing her every word as she finally took a step back, away from him.
"I am both a Kotas princess, and the daughter of my mother - who was also a Kotas princess and born, might I remind you." Princess Ulla had been married to the Thanasi, yet somehow everyone seemed to have forgotten that. "If you wish to take charge of Dion's education and livelihood, I will not deny that - but if I see my son becoming as revengeful and bitter, I will also not hesitate to speak to King Tython of that matter. I'm sure your father will have a very different opinion of how his grandson should be raised." She paused, perusing her husband for a moment longer, and then brushed past him to retrieve her clothing, not at all comfortable remaining only half dressed, ironic considering it was her husband of all people.
Pausing in her act of dressing again, Evras turned to peer at her husband over her shoulder, and then commented in an airy voice. "That you would trust the words of a servant girls over mine speaks leagues. Perhaps we should... reconsider our marriage. Nethisa is a province far enough from you and yours, I believe, if that is what you want." Unlike before, Evras voice was cool, uncaring as to what Zanon's response was. She had met Ariah before - she knew of the servant girl, but she was also suspicious now after the way her husband behaved. And in all honesty, if that was what Zanon wanted, Evras was done with him and their sham of a marriage.
Evras did not share.
"You are still so innocent to the ways of court yourself."
The edge had left his voice as he stared at his wife in disbelief. How could it be that a woman raised a Thanasi living in the Kotas court could still be so ignorant? Did she not know that her father had tried to kill his own? Was it so impossible for her to see that her sister was the most likely culprit in the attempted poisoning? He could not believe that was simply paranoia, Nethis of Thanasi was nothing to be trusted, and with her ways of slipping in and out of places she shouldn't be it seemed absolutely obvious that she had tried to kill Vangelis that night. Perhaps if he'd tasted his own food he would have found that his had been poisoned as well, leaving Dion with his beloved Thanasi relatives to rule in their place.
Rubbing a hand over his face Zanon took a deep breath and allowed Evras to say her part, yelling reminders of her own blood and accusing him of trusting an unknown servant family over her own. He didn't bother to remind her that he knew nothing of the servant's family, only that he knew full well her family had tried to undermine and overthrow his own in the past. There was a reason he'd had to beg his father for permission to marry her, even as a second prince there had been hesitance to bring the Thanasi clan that close to the crown. He saw the mistake now, but even as she scolded him for becoming vengeful and angry, he knew he would always love her.
"Speak to my father then if you wish. I am sure whatever you have to say will be enlightening to him." As Evras brushed past him to gather her clothing he turned to watch, the curve of her belly as his child grew was more prominent this time than it had been in years passed. Her declaration that she would leave for Nethisa and end their marriage brought back a surge of frustration and Zanon closed the distance between them, taking hold of her arm to stop her dressing.
"I do not trust a servant over you. Certainly not a new slave. I only wish you could understand why my faith in your family is easily lost." Without thinking his other hand reached for her shoulder, brushing aside the material she'd draped over it and planting a kiss there. He had not slept in so long, had not had a moment to breathe or think or consider anything but his anger and frustration. Perhaps he was not saying what he meant, or she was willfully ignoring what it was he said. "Come to bed with me. We can speak when we wake. With distance from this horrible day." His hands slid down to cover her stomach, chin resting on her shoulder as he held her close, bracing himself to be pushed away but hoping she would instead give in.
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"You are still so innocent to the ways of court yourself."
The edge had left his voice as he stared at his wife in disbelief. How could it be that a woman raised a Thanasi living in the Kotas court could still be so ignorant? Did she not know that her father had tried to kill his own? Was it so impossible for her to see that her sister was the most likely culprit in the attempted poisoning? He could not believe that was simply paranoia, Nethis of Thanasi was nothing to be trusted, and with her ways of slipping in and out of places she shouldn't be it seemed absolutely obvious that she had tried to kill Vangelis that night. Perhaps if he'd tasted his own food he would have found that his had been poisoned as well, leaving Dion with his beloved Thanasi relatives to rule in their place.
Rubbing a hand over his face Zanon took a deep breath and allowed Evras to say her part, yelling reminders of her own blood and accusing him of trusting an unknown servant family over her own. He didn't bother to remind her that he knew nothing of the servant's family, only that he knew full well her family had tried to undermine and overthrow his own in the past. There was a reason he'd had to beg his father for permission to marry her, even as a second prince there had been hesitance to bring the Thanasi clan that close to the crown. He saw the mistake now, but even as she scolded him for becoming vengeful and angry, he knew he would always love her.
"Speak to my father then if you wish. I am sure whatever you have to say will be enlightening to him." As Evras brushed past him to gather her clothing he turned to watch, the curve of her belly as his child grew was more prominent this time than it had been in years passed. Her declaration that she would leave for Nethisa and end their marriage brought back a surge of frustration and Zanon closed the distance between them, taking hold of her arm to stop her dressing.
"I do not trust a servant over you. Certainly not a new slave. I only wish you could understand why my faith in your family is easily lost." Without thinking his other hand reached for her shoulder, brushing aside the material she'd draped over it and planting a kiss there. He had not slept in so long, had not had a moment to breathe or think or consider anything but his anger and frustration. Perhaps he was not saying what he meant, or she was willfully ignoring what it was he said. "Come to bed with me. We can speak when we wake. With distance from this horrible day." His hands slid down to cover her stomach, chin resting on her shoulder as he held her close, bracing himself to be pushed away but hoping she would instead give in.
"You are still so innocent to the ways of court yourself."
The edge had left his voice as he stared at his wife in disbelief. How could it be that a woman raised a Thanasi living in the Kotas court could still be so ignorant? Did she not know that her father had tried to kill his own? Was it so impossible for her to see that her sister was the most likely culprit in the attempted poisoning? He could not believe that was simply paranoia, Nethis of Thanasi was nothing to be trusted, and with her ways of slipping in and out of places she shouldn't be it seemed absolutely obvious that she had tried to kill Vangelis that night. Perhaps if he'd tasted his own food he would have found that his had been poisoned as well, leaving Dion with his beloved Thanasi relatives to rule in their place.
Rubbing a hand over his face Zanon took a deep breath and allowed Evras to say her part, yelling reminders of her own blood and accusing him of trusting an unknown servant family over her own. He didn't bother to remind her that he knew nothing of the servant's family, only that he knew full well her family had tried to undermine and overthrow his own in the past. There was a reason he'd had to beg his father for permission to marry her, even as a second prince there had been hesitance to bring the Thanasi clan that close to the crown. He saw the mistake now, but even as she scolded him for becoming vengeful and angry, he knew he would always love her.
"Speak to my father then if you wish. I am sure whatever you have to say will be enlightening to him." As Evras brushed past him to gather her clothing he turned to watch, the curve of her belly as his child grew was more prominent this time than it had been in years passed. Her declaration that she would leave for Nethisa and end their marriage brought back a surge of frustration and Zanon closed the distance between them, taking hold of her arm to stop her dressing.
"I do not trust a servant over you. Certainly not a new slave. I only wish you could understand why my faith in your family is easily lost." Without thinking his other hand reached for her shoulder, brushing aside the material she'd draped over it and planting a kiss there. He had not slept in so long, had not had a moment to breathe or think or consider anything but his anger and frustration. Perhaps he was not saying what he meant, or she was willfully ignoring what it was he said. "Come to bed with me. We can speak when we wake. With distance from this horrible day." His hands slid down to cover her stomach, chin resting on her shoulder as he held her close, bracing himself to be pushed away but hoping she would instead give in.
There was an air of weariness that hung around the married couple. It wasn't a new argument by any means, and if anything at all, they have rehashed this same argument again and again, in many different ways and forms. And in truth? Evras was tired. Tired of being constantly mistrusted by her own husband, who would trust anyone else above her own word even when she had shown her loyalty. Why bother if he didn't see it? Apparently, not even saving his God forsaken brother would help her case.
She could feel a pressure growing behind her eyes as her husband spoke, and almost wanted to laugh when he called her innocent. Evras wouldn't call it innocent inasmuch as she would call it blind hope. Because what else did she have to rely on? She hoped that one day her family name wouldn't follow her no matter what she did, but she already had to face the wrath of her father and eldest sister she knew would be coming the next day, without a doubt. What could she do when it was a dead end no matter which way she ran?
Her steps pause when he spoke, as she was wont to do, no matter how much she didn't want to. Inwardly, Evras cursed the soft spot she held for her husband - would always hold. It was what had brought them together in marriage, yet so many other things drew a chasm between them, that required many bridges to be built as others broke. How many more bridges did she have the energy to build before she grew tired of it all? "Do you understand what I feel, when I lose faith in my own family?" she asked in return, the kind of sorrow in her voice that broke.
Because she had grown up with a father and an eldest sister she had idolized, and was now coming to terms with the fact that both was probably out to kill her own husband's family irregardless of how that would feel.
Because now, she had to face the very real possibility of perhaps choosing between flesh and blood, and a cut of her heart. Both of which hurt.
Her chest grew heavy, but for once Evras did not shy away when Zanon touched her, and instead merely tilted her head to watch from the corner of her eye as her husband planted a kiss. How could tenderness exist between them still, and yet so many unanswered questions remained? Evras wanted to rail, she wanted to rage, but she also wanted to cry. Maybe if she left, everything would be easier. It would no longer force her husband to question his own choice, wouldn't put her son in a dangerous position, and she could no longer be used as a pawn against her husband's family, nor did she have to explain herself to her own family.
It felt like everything would work out, if she wasn't there.
She swallowed the lump that formed in her throat as he slid his hand down to her stomach, now already rounded with the child she grew in her abdomen. Would this child suffer the same fate as she? Was it right for her to want to bring yet another child into this struggle for power, a struggle Evras wanted no part of? Biting her bottom lip to stop the bubbling tears, the woman remained quiet for a long while, her own thoughts brimming over the pot as she remained in her husband's embrace like a statue. And then she asked a question that broke the silence.
"Would it be... better, for everyone, if I left, Zanon?"
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There was an air of weariness that hung around the married couple. It wasn't a new argument by any means, and if anything at all, they have rehashed this same argument again and again, in many different ways and forms. And in truth? Evras was tired. Tired of being constantly mistrusted by her own husband, who would trust anyone else above her own word even when she had shown her loyalty. Why bother if he didn't see it? Apparently, not even saving his God forsaken brother would help her case.
She could feel a pressure growing behind her eyes as her husband spoke, and almost wanted to laugh when he called her innocent. Evras wouldn't call it innocent inasmuch as she would call it blind hope. Because what else did she have to rely on? She hoped that one day her family name wouldn't follow her no matter what she did, but she already had to face the wrath of her father and eldest sister she knew would be coming the next day, without a doubt. What could she do when it was a dead end no matter which way she ran?
Her steps pause when he spoke, as she was wont to do, no matter how much she didn't want to. Inwardly, Evras cursed the soft spot she held for her husband - would always hold. It was what had brought them together in marriage, yet so many other things drew a chasm between them, that required many bridges to be built as others broke. How many more bridges did she have the energy to build before she grew tired of it all? "Do you understand what I feel, when I lose faith in my own family?" she asked in return, the kind of sorrow in her voice that broke.
Because she had grown up with a father and an eldest sister she had idolized, and was now coming to terms with the fact that both was probably out to kill her own husband's family irregardless of how that would feel.
Because now, she had to face the very real possibility of perhaps choosing between flesh and blood, and a cut of her heart. Both of which hurt.
Her chest grew heavy, but for once Evras did not shy away when Zanon touched her, and instead merely tilted her head to watch from the corner of her eye as her husband planted a kiss. How could tenderness exist between them still, and yet so many unanswered questions remained? Evras wanted to rail, she wanted to rage, but she also wanted to cry. Maybe if she left, everything would be easier. It would no longer force her husband to question his own choice, wouldn't put her son in a dangerous position, and she could no longer be used as a pawn against her husband's family, nor did she have to explain herself to her own family.
It felt like everything would work out, if she wasn't there.
She swallowed the lump that formed in her throat as he slid his hand down to her stomach, now already rounded with the child she grew in her abdomen. Would this child suffer the same fate as she? Was it right for her to want to bring yet another child into this struggle for power, a struggle Evras wanted no part of? Biting her bottom lip to stop the bubbling tears, the woman remained quiet for a long while, her own thoughts brimming over the pot as she remained in her husband's embrace like a statue. And then she asked a question that broke the silence.
"Would it be... better, for everyone, if I left, Zanon?"
There was an air of weariness that hung around the married couple. It wasn't a new argument by any means, and if anything at all, they have rehashed this same argument again and again, in many different ways and forms. And in truth? Evras was tired. Tired of being constantly mistrusted by her own husband, who would trust anyone else above her own word even when she had shown her loyalty. Why bother if he didn't see it? Apparently, not even saving his God forsaken brother would help her case.
She could feel a pressure growing behind her eyes as her husband spoke, and almost wanted to laugh when he called her innocent. Evras wouldn't call it innocent inasmuch as she would call it blind hope. Because what else did she have to rely on? She hoped that one day her family name wouldn't follow her no matter what she did, but she already had to face the wrath of her father and eldest sister she knew would be coming the next day, without a doubt. What could she do when it was a dead end no matter which way she ran?
Her steps pause when he spoke, as she was wont to do, no matter how much she didn't want to. Inwardly, Evras cursed the soft spot she held for her husband - would always hold. It was what had brought them together in marriage, yet so many other things drew a chasm between them, that required many bridges to be built as others broke. How many more bridges did she have the energy to build before she grew tired of it all? "Do you understand what I feel, when I lose faith in my own family?" she asked in return, the kind of sorrow in her voice that broke.
Because she had grown up with a father and an eldest sister she had idolized, and was now coming to terms with the fact that both was probably out to kill her own husband's family irregardless of how that would feel.
Because now, she had to face the very real possibility of perhaps choosing between flesh and blood, and a cut of her heart. Both of which hurt.
Her chest grew heavy, but for once Evras did not shy away when Zanon touched her, and instead merely tilted her head to watch from the corner of her eye as her husband planted a kiss. How could tenderness exist between them still, and yet so many unanswered questions remained? Evras wanted to rail, she wanted to rage, but she also wanted to cry. Maybe if she left, everything would be easier. It would no longer force her husband to question his own choice, wouldn't put her son in a dangerous position, and she could no longer be used as a pawn against her husband's family, nor did she have to explain herself to her own family.
It felt like everything would work out, if she wasn't there.
She swallowed the lump that formed in her throat as he slid his hand down to her stomach, now already rounded with the child she grew in her abdomen. Would this child suffer the same fate as she? Was it right for her to want to bring yet another child into this struggle for power, a struggle Evras wanted no part of? Biting her bottom lip to stop the bubbling tears, the woman remained quiet for a long while, her own thoughts brimming over the pot as she remained in her husband's embrace like a statue. And then she asked a question that broke the silence.
"Would it be... better, for everyone, if I left, Zanon?"
She allowed him to hold her, that was at least something. Zanon sighed against her shoulder as she asked him how he thought she felt in regards to her family. He had never had an issue with Thea, she was mostly harmless, and he had loved Evras for over a decade now, but her brothers and father, and Nethis were problematic. He would not be surprised to hear how many times the Thanasi had tried to kill one or all of the Kotas family over the years, the only shock was that they had not yet succeeded. Instead of responding he simply pressed another kiss to her skin and held her close, measuring his breath to maintain the modicum of calm he'd discovered.
When next she broke the silence, he paused for a heartbeat before turning her in his arms, drawing her to face him as he brought his hands to her cheeks. The thought of her leaving him sent a cold rush of fear through him, even as much as he had burned with hate for her family minutes earlier. It was something he would never understand, the pull she had on him and how tightly she truly kept his heart. For all he had struggled in previous years with his feelings for her, never had he wanted her gone, in death or absence.
"You would still be my wife. If you left I wouldn't take another, and you would still be the mother of Dion, an heir to the throne." Parting his lips to continue he pressed them together and closed his eyes for a moment as he gathered the courage to say what he had to say before looking back to her again. "If you wished to retire, to go to Oreboa or Nethisa, I would not stop you. But it would not change the troubles we face here."
It certainly would not be better for Dion if his mother left, even if Zanon did still believe that she had made the boy too soft. He could not imagine the pain the boy would go through in Evras' absence, nor could he see a way forward without knowing that she was somewhere nearby.
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She allowed him to hold her, that was at least something. Zanon sighed against her shoulder as she asked him how he thought she felt in regards to her family. He had never had an issue with Thea, she was mostly harmless, and he had loved Evras for over a decade now, but her brothers and father, and Nethis were problematic. He would not be surprised to hear how many times the Thanasi had tried to kill one or all of the Kotas family over the years, the only shock was that they had not yet succeeded. Instead of responding he simply pressed another kiss to her skin and held her close, measuring his breath to maintain the modicum of calm he'd discovered.
When next she broke the silence, he paused for a heartbeat before turning her in his arms, drawing her to face him as he brought his hands to her cheeks. The thought of her leaving him sent a cold rush of fear through him, even as much as he had burned with hate for her family minutes earlier. It was something he would never understand, the pull she had on him and how tightly she truly kept his heart. For all he had struggled in previous years with his feelings for her, never had he wanted her gone, in death or absence.
"You would still be my wife. If you left I wouldn't take another, and you would still be the mother of Dion, an heir to the throne." Parting his lips to continue he pressed them together and closed his eyes for a moment as he gathered the courage to say what he had to say before looking back to her again. "If you wished to retire, to go to Oreboa or Nethisa, I would not stop you. But it would not change the troubles we face here."
It certainly would not be better for Dion if his mother left, even if Zanon did still believe that she had made the boy too soft. He could not imagine the pain the boy would go through in Evras' absence, nor could he see a way forward without knowing that she was somewhere nearby.
She allowed him to hold her, that was at least something. Zanon sighed against her shoulder as she asked him how he thought she felt in regards to her family. He had never had an issue with Thea, she was mostly harmless, and he had loved Evras for over a decade now, but her brothers and father, and Nethis were problematic. He would not be surprised to hear how many times the Thanasi had tried to kill one or all of the Kotas family over the years, the only shock was that they had not yet succeeded. Instead of responding he simply pressed another kiss to her skin and held her close, measuring his breath to maintain the modicum of calm he'd discovered.
When next she broke the silence, he paused for a heartbeat before turning her in his arms, drawing her to face him as he brought his hands to her cheeks. The thought of her leaving him sent a cold rush of fear through him, even as much as he had burned with hate for her family minutes earlier. It was something he would never understand, the pull she had on him and how tightly she truly kept his heart. For all he had struggled in previous years with his feelings for her, never had he wanted her gone, in death or absence.
"You would still be my wife. If you left I wouldn't take another, and you would still be the mother of Dion, an heir to the throne." Parting his lips to continue he pressed them together and closed his eyes for a moment as he gathered the courage to say what he had to say before looking back to her again. "If you wished to retire, to go to Oreboa or Nethisa, I would not stop you. But it would not change the troubles we face here."
It certainly would not be better for Dion if his mother left, even if Zanon did still believe that she had made the boy too soft. He could not imagine the pain the boy would go through in Evras' absence, nor could he see a way forward without knowing that she was somewhere nearby.
Sure, maybe when she was younger, she had done all as her father and sister had bidded. Evras had been young, eager to please and carve a niche for herself in a way middle-children were wont to do. Other then the fact that she was one third of the Thanasi sisters, Evras had nothing else to her name. She wasn't the most conniving, neither was she as skilled in herbs and plants as Thea. She was not the heir to the house like Dysius, neither was she the youngest and got the attention Mihail got. Evras was just... Evras. The quiet, biddable, forgettable daughter.
But somehow that forgettable daughter had married a prince, and they all thought that was then a pawn they could use to further their own means. And Evras would not lie in saying that her first few years, she had fed information to her family. Many years of co-existing with the Kotas family however, and many had endeared themselves to her. The Queen provided a stalwart frame of support Evras never did have properly back at home save from Thea, and Athanasia had a soft spot in her heart.
Now... well, Evras didn't want them dead anymore, and definitely did not want Dion on the throne. And if it meant she had to grow a backbone and speak up against her father, she will do exactly that, but she wasn't going to let her son be used as a pawn, just as how she had been used for the years before.
Quite unlike the arguments they've had prior, this time when Zanon turned her around, Evras's gaze remained on the ground, as if she wasn't even sure what she wanted to do at this point. If the point of contention between their families was so wrong, that even after one grown son and another now on the way could not solve it, then perhaps she had made the wrong choice afterall. It would be far safer for them all if she simply left, would it not? She bit her bottom lip when Zanon cupped her cheeks as he spoke, her own thoughts being mulled about in her head.
"It wouldn't flush out who had caused what happened tonight," she agreed, chewing on her inner cheek as she pondered her next words. "But it would give you one less thing to worry about." And it would give her family one less pawn to use. she thought to herself. Already, she knew her father would soon call them all for a meal on the next evening, and Evras did not know how or if she even could get out of that one. She could foresee a large play for power soon - and she wanted no part of it.
Heaving a deep sigh, Evras finally turned to look up at Zanon, and another piece of her heart was chipped when she saw exactly how tired he looked. Clearly she wasn't too far off when she suggested sleep. "Let's have this conversation tomorrow. You need rest." she murmured finally, pulling away from his touch upon her cheek to tug him towards their shared bed. There, Evras shrugged out of the purple chiton to leave only the bottom shift there, tucking her feet beneath the sheets before she asked hesitantly. "I know your brother and father leaves soon, but... we'll speak at length when you have the time?" There is much they had to discuss, but now was neither the time and place for it, and weariness was already beginning to take over logic. Arguments would be the only result if they insist on hashing things out now, so a good rest was necessary to have a level headed discussion.
But whatever it was, a decision had to be made.
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Sure, maybe when she was younger, she had done all as her father and sister had bidded. Evras had been young, eager to please and carve a niche for herself in a way middle-children were wont to do. Other then the fact that she was one third of the Thanasi sisters, Evras had nothing else to her name. She wasn't the most conniving, neither was she as skilled in herbs and plants as Thea. She was not the heir to the house like Dysius, neither was she the youngest and got the attention Mihail got. Evras was just... Evras. The quiet, biddable, forgettable daughter.
But somehow that forgettable daughter had married a prince, and they all thought that was then a pawn they could use to further their own means. And Evras would not lie in saying that her first few years, she had fed information to her family. Many years of co-existing with the Kotas family however, and many had endeared themselves to her. The Queen provided a stalwart frame of support Evras never did have properly back at home save from Thea, and Athanasia had a soft spot in her heart.
Now... well, Evras didn't want them dead anymore, and definitely did not want Dion on the throne. And if it meant she had to grow a backbone and speak up against her father, she will do exactly that, but she wasn't going to let her son be used as a pawn, just as how she had been used for the years before.
Quite unlike the arguments they've had prior, this time when Zanon turned her around, Evras's gaze remained on the ground, as if she wasn't even sure what she wanted to do at this point. If the point of contention between their families was so wrong, that even after one grown son and another now on the way could not solve it, then perhaps she had made the wrong choice afterall. It would be far safer for them all if she simply left, would it not? She bit her bottom lip when Zanon cupped her cheeks as he spoke, her own thoughts being mulled about in her head.
"It wouldn't flush out who had caused what happened tonight," she agreed, chewing on her inner cheek as she pondered her next words. "But it would give you one less thing to worry about." And it would give her family one less pawn to use. she thought to herself. Already, she knew her father would soon call them all for a meal on the next evening, and Evras did not know how or if she even could get out of that one. She could foresee a large play for power soon - and she wanted no part of it.
Heaving a deep sigh, Evras finally turned to look up at Zanon, and another piece of her heart was chipped when she saw exactly how tired he looked. Clearly she wasn't too far off when she suggested sleep. "Let's have this conversation tomorrow. You need rest." she murmured finally, pulling away from his touch upon her cheek to tug him towards their shared bed. There, Evras shrugged out of the purple chiton to leave only the bottom shift there, tucking her feet beneath the sheets before she asked hesitantly. "I know your brother and father leaves soon, but... we'll speak at length when you have the time?" There is much they had to discuss, but now was neither the time and place for it, and weariness was already beginning to take over logic. Arguments would be the only result if they insist on hashing things out now, so a good rest was necessary to have a level headed discussion.
But whatever it was, a decision had to be made.
Sure, maybe when she was younger, she had done all as her father and sister had bidded. Evras had been young, eager to please and carve a niche for herself in a way middle-children were wont to do. Other then the fact that she was one third of the Thanasi sisters, Evras had nothing else to her name. She wasn't the most conniving, neither was she as skilled in herbs and plants as Thea. She was not the heir to the house like Dysius, neither was she the youngest and got the attention Mihail got. Evras was just... Evras. The quiet, biddable, forgettable daughter.
But somehow that forgettable daughter had married a prince, and they all thought that was then a pawn they could use to further their own means. And Evras would not lie in saying that her first few years, she had fed information to her family. Many years of co-existing with the Kotas family however, and many had endeared themselves to her. The Queen provided a stalwart frame of support Evras never did have properly back at home save from Thea, and Athanasia had a soft spot in her heart.
Now... well, Evras didn't want them dead anymore, and definitely did not want Dion on the throne. And if it meant she had to grow a backbone and speak up against her father, she will do exactly that, but she wasn't going to let her son be used as a pawn, just as how she had been used for the years before.
Quite unlike the arguments they've had prior, this time when Zanon turned her around, Evras's gaze remained on the ground, as if she wasn't even sure what she wanted to do at this point. If the point of contention between their families was so wrong, that even after one grown son and another now on the way could not solve it, then perhaps she had made the wrong choice afterall. It would be far safer for them all if she simply left, would it not? She bit her bottom lip when Zanon cupped her cheeks as he spoke, her own thoughts being mulled about in her head.
"It wouldn't flush out who had caused what happened tonight," she agreed, chewing on her inner cheek as she pondered her next words. "But it would give you one less thing to worry about." And it would give her family one less pawn to use. she thought to herself. Already, she knew her father would soon call them all for a meal on the next evening, and Evras did not know how or if she even could get out of that one. She could foresee a large play for power soon - and she wanted no part of it.
Heaving a deep sigh, Evras finally turned to look up at Zanon, and another piece of her heart was chipped when she saw exactly how tired he looked. Clearly she wasn't too far off when she suggested sleep. "Let's have this conversation tomorrow. You need rest." she murmured finally, pulling away from his touch upon her cheek to tug him towards their shared bed. There, Evras shrugged out of the purple chiton to leave only the bottom shift there, tucking her feet beneath the sheets before she asked hesitantly. "I know your brother and father leaves soon, but... we'll speak at length when you have the time?" There is much they had to discuss, but now was neither the time and place for it, and weariness was already beginning to take over logic. Arguments would be the only result if they insist on hashing things out now, so a good rest was necessary to have a level headed discussion.
But whatever it was, a decision had to be made.
"No, it wouldn't. Everything seems to point to your father's doing, Evras. If you left, I fear they would try to use Dion somehow."
He was exhausted, though the more they spoke about this the less he felt as if he could permit himself to rest. Someone was trying to kill his family, and had nearly succeeded twice in one night. He couldn't let it get any further with his son at risk along with his parents and siblings. Looking to Evras as she seemingly spoke her thoughts aloud, eyes softening as he sighed and pressed a kiss to her forehead before speaking against her skin.
"I would still worry about you. Perhaps more if you weren't here with me."
Allowing himself to be tugged over to the bed, Zanon sat with a grunt and stripped off his clothing, tucking under the blankets next to her and draping an arm over her waist. The swell of her stomach beneath the soft fabric of her chiton was becoming clearer by the day it seemed, and for a long moment of silence he simply allowed himself to trace the growth of yet another child. Would it be better for her to leave for the duration of the pregnancy, perhaps safer away in Oreboa by the sea. He could enforce guards and maids about her that he trusted to ensure that she was kept unworried and as much abed and rested as possible. Already this babe had held on longer than most of those past, and he found he was more attached than he had been in the past.
"If you want to go away, until the baby is born. We can make that happen. Oreboa may be better to weather the winter in any case. I would feel better if you stayed with me, but my worry wouldn't risk harming our child. And, if you wanted to retire from public life after the birth, it is something that could be arranged." Their children would have to stay with him, as he did not have the luxury to retired to a quiet life and the sons born to him would still be in line as princes of Kotas. But if Evras would be happier far away, if she would be safer and healthier, it would be something he could sacrifice.
"Once they leave for Egypt, we will speak again on this. If it is best for you to rest in any case, you might as well go to Oreboa to be safe."
Zan closed his eyes and curled closer to his wife, nestling his nose against the top of her head and breathing in the familiar and comforting scent of her hair. There had been few days that they had been able to lay in such a fashion, and though the sun still lingered in the sky he had no difficulty drifting to sleep with her once again.
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"No, it wouldn't. Everything seems to point to your father's doing, Evras. If you left, I fear they would try to use Dion somehow."
He was exhausted, though the more they spoke about this the less he felt as if he could permit himself to rest. Someone was trying to kill his family, and had nearly succeeded twice in one night. He couldn't let it get any further with his son at risk along with his parents and siblings. Looking to Evras as she seemingly spoke her thoughts aloud, eyes softening as he sighed and pressed a kiss to her forehead before speaking against her skin.
"I would still worry about you. Perhaps more if you weren't here with me."
Allowing himself to be tugged over to the bed, Zanon sat with a grunt and stripped off his clothing, tucking under the blankets next to her and draping an arm over her waist. The swell of her stomach beneath the soft fabric of her chiton was becoming clearer by the day it seemed, and for a long moment of silence he simply allowed himself to trace the growth of yet another child. Would it be better for her to leave for the duration of the pregnancy, perhaps safer away in Oreboa by the sea. He could enforce guards and maids about her that he trusted to ensure that she was kept unworried and as much abed and rested as possible. Already this babe had held on longer than most of those past, and he found he was more attached than he had been in the past.
"If you want to go away, until the baby is born. We can make that happen. Oreboa may be better to weather the winter in any case. I would feel better if you stayed with me, but my worry wouldn't risk harming our child. And, if you wanted to retire from public life after the birth, it is something that could be arranged." Their children would have to stay with him, as he did not have the luxury to retired to a quiet life and the sons born to him would still be in line as princes of Kotas. But if Evras would be happier far away, if she would be safer and healthier, it would be something he could sacrifice.
"Once they leave for Egypt, we will speak again on this. If it is best for you to rest in any case, you might as well go to Oreboa to be safe."
Zan closed his eyes and curled closer to his wife, nestling his nose against the top of her head and breathing in the familiar and comforting scent of her hair. There had been few days that they had been able to lay in such a fashion, and though the sun still lingered in the sky he had no difficulty drifting to sleep with her once again.
"No, it wouldn't. Everything seems to point to your father's doing, Evras. If you left, I fear they would try to use Dion somehow."
He was exhausted, though the more they spoke about this the less he felt as if he could permit himself to rest. Someone was trying to kill his family, and had nearly succeeded twice in one night. He couldn't let it get any further with his son at risk along with his parents and siblings. Looking to Evras as she seemingly spoke her thoughts aloud, eyes softening as he sighed and pressed a kiss to her forehead before speaking against her skin.
"I would still worry about you. Perhaps more if you weren't here with me."
Allowing himself to be tugged over to the bed, Zanon sat with a grunt and stripped off his clothing, tucking under the blankets next to her and draping an arm over her waist. The swell of her stomach beneath the soft fabric of her chiton was becoming clearer by the day it seemed, and for a long moment of silence he simply allowed himself to trace the growth of yet another child. Would it be better for her to leave for the duration of the pregnancy, perhaps safer away in Oreboa by the sea. He could enforce guards and maids about her that he trusted to ensure that she was kept unworried and as much abed and rested as possible. Already this babe had held on longer than most of those past, and he found he was more attached than he had been in the past.
"If you want to go away, until the baby is born. We can make that happen. Oreboa may be better to weather the winter in any case. I would feel better if you stayed with me, but my worry wouldn't risk harming our child. And, if you wanted to retire from public life after the birth, it is something that could be arranged." Their children would have to stay with him, as he did not have the luxury to retired to a quiet life and the sons born to him would still be in line as princes of Kotas. But if Evras would be happier far away, if she would be safer and healthier, it would be something he could sacrifice.
"Once they leave for Egypt, we will speak again on this. If it is best for you to rest in any case, you might as well go to Oreboa to be safe."
Zan closed his eyes and curled closer to his wife, nestling his nose against the top of her head and breathing in the familiar and comforting scent of her hair. There had been few days that they had been able to lay in such a fashion, and though the sun still lingered in the sky he had no difficulty drifting to sleep with her once again.
She used to think she had been torn in two back when Dion had been born and both her family and her husband's family insisted on seeing the boy and spending time with him. But nothing could've prepared her for the fact that she'd literally be in the position she was in today. Evras did not agree with her father's actions at all, and for a while now, had been hedging on disagreeing with most plans Nethis told of them. Not that her eldest sister told her alot these days - but was she really going to be forced to choose between her blood family and her married one? Regardless of how many times Evras prayed to Hera for guidance, it suddenly felt as if the Goddess had forsaken her, and given her a difficult choice. Dionysios may be deranged, but Evras's gentle nature meant neither did she wish death upon her father either.
Watching as her husband stripped to get ready for bed, a soft sense of familiarity entered her chest. It seemed, if she would forget everything else that had just transpired earlier in the evening, that it was just a regular night where Evras was waiting up for Zanon after he's had a long list of tasks to cull for the day, and they were a regular husband and wife settling down for bed after the sun has set to discuss and share what has went on for each of them.
Except they were very far from a normal reality.
But maybe, Evras could pretend, just for a moment. A ghost of a smile passed her lips as she felt the warmth of him over her waist. Within her, the growing child shifted, as if already recognizing the touch of their father, and was eager to meet them. She was almost five months at this point, and while it seemed a long way to go, she was eager to meet her child, and waited eagerly for the little flutters in her stomach everyday. Evras would croon, sing and speak to it - and she knew she would do whatever it took to ensure their safety, both the growing baby and her elder son. If it came down to it? She'd do what was necessary to keep her children safe and ensure their future.
She stayed silent, considering Zanon's words briefly. It held merit. At least if she were gone, she wouldn't be a pawn her family would use - at least, not Nethis and her father. Despite herself however, Evras heaved a sigh of relief when Zanon eventually stated they could discuss further after the departure of his father and brother to Egypt. Neither of them were of good mind right now, and weariness was already blurring the edges of her gaze, and Evras shot a grateful glance at her husband, before leaning over to press a chaste, warm kiss to his cheek. "At least Oreboea isn't too far for you to visit." she murmured, a faint hint of her usual cheekiness in her tone, before shifting and fitting herself against his curled form, a relaxed sigh settling her in for the night. Sleep would come easy to her that night, in her husband's arms.
They had decisions to make, but for that night, she was content to let sleeping dogs lie.
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She used to think she had been torn in two back when Dion had been born and both her family and her husband's family insisted on seeing the boy and spending time with him. But nothing could've prepared her for the fact that she'd literally be in the position she was in today. Evras did not agree with her father's actions at all, and for a while now, had been hedging on disagreeing with most plans Nethis told of them. Not that her eldest sister told her alot these days - but was she really going to be forced to choose between her blood family and her married one? Regardless of how many times Evras prayed to Hera for guidance, it suddenly felt as if the Goddess had forsaken her, and given her a difficult choice. Dionysios may be deranged, but Evras's gentle nature meant neither did she wish death upon her father either.
Watching as her husband stripped to get ready for bed, a soft sense of familiarity entered her chest. It seemed, if she would forget everything else that had just transpired earlier in the evening, that it was just a regular night where Evras was waiting up for Zanon after he's had a long list of tasks to cull for the day, and they were a regular husband and wife settling down for bed after the sun has set to discuss and share what has went on for each of them.
Except they were very far from a normal reality.
But maybe, Evras could pretend, just for a moment. A ghost of a smile passed her lips as she felt the warmth of him over her waist. Within her, the growing child shifted, as if already recognizing the touch of their father, and was eager to meet them. She was almost five months at this point, and while it seemed a long way to go, she was eager to meet her child, and waited eagerly for the little flutters in her stomach everyday. Evras would croon, sing and speak to it - and she knew she would do whatever it took to ensure their safety, both the growing baby and her elder son. If it came down to it? She'd do what was necessary to keep her children safe and ensure their future.
She stayed silent, considering Zanon's words briefly. It held merit. At least if she were gone, she wouldn't be a pawn her family would use - at least, not Nethis and her father. Despite herself however, Evras heaved a sigh of relief when Zanon eventually stated they could discuss further after the departure of his father and brother to Egypt. Neither of them were of good mind right now, and weariness was already blurring the edges of her gaze, and Evras shot a grateful glance at her husband, before leaning over to press a chaste, warm kiss to his cheek. "At least Oreboea isn't too far for you to visit." she murmured, a faint hint of her usual cheekiness in her tone, before shifting and fitting herself against his curled form, a relaxed sigh settling her in for the night. Sleep would come easy to her that night, in her husband's arms.
They had decisions to make, but for that night, she was content to let sleeping dogs lie.
She used to think she had been torn in two back when Dion had been born and both her family and her husband's family insisted on seeing the boy and spending time with him. But nothing could've prepared her for the fact that she'd literally be in the position she was in today. Evras did not agree with her father's actions at all, and for a while now, had been hedging on disagreeing with most plans Nethis told of them. Not that her eldest sister told her alot these days - but was she really going to be forced to choose between her blood family and her married one? Regardless of how many times Evras prayed to Hera for guidance, it suddenly felt as if the Goddess had forsaken her, and given her a difficult choice. Dionysios may be deranged, but Evras's gentle nature meant neither did she wish death upon her father either.
Watching as her husband stripped to get ready for bed, a soft sense of familiarity entered her chest. It seemed, if she would forget everything else that had just transpired earlier in the evening, that it was just a regular night where Evras was waiting up for Zanon after he's had a long list of tasks to cull for the day, and they were a regular husband and wife settling down for bed after the sun has set to discuss and share what has went on for each of them.
Except they were very far from a normal reality.
But maybe, Evras could pretend, just for a moment. A ghost of a smile passed her lips as she felt the warmth of him over her waist. Within her, the growing child shifted, as if already recognizing the touch of their father, and was eager to meet them. She was almost five months at this point, and while it seemed a long way to go, she was eager to meet her child, and waited eagerly for the little flutters in her stomach everyday. Evras would croon, sing and speak to it - and she knew she would do whatever it took to ensure their safety, both the growing baby and her elder son. If it came down to it? She'd do what was necessary to keep her children safe and ensure their future.
She stayed silent, considering Zanon's words briefly. It held merit. At least if she were gone, she wouldn't be a pawn her family would use - at least, not Nethis and her father. Despite herself however, Evras heaved a sigh of relief when Zanon eventually stated they could discuss further after the departure of his father and brother to Egypt. Neither of them were of good mind right now, and weariness was already blurring the edges of her gaze, and Evras shot a grateful glance at her husband, before leaning over to press a chaste, warm kiss to his cheek. "At least Oreboea isn't too far for you to visit." she murmured, a faint hint of her usual cheekiness in her tone, before shifting and fitting herself against his curled form, a relaxed sigh settling her in for the night. Sleep would come easy to her that night, in her husband's arms.
They had decisions to make, but for that night, she was content to let sleeping dogs lie.