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Growing up the youngest of three sisters, and the elder one to two brothers, the woman who was now twenty-five, had spent much of her childhood dealing with her brother's squabbles, being the soother to her elder sister's dissatisfactions of their father's decisions, and had been the general peacemaker within the Thanasi household. With a gentle disposition, a large heart and a dislike for strife and arguments, she had learnt patience through many years of practice.
Except when it came to certain things... well, she really thought she's been patient enough.
When Zanon had been delivered home by his eldest brother just a month ago, severely injured and needing care, Evras had jumped and barely left her husband's side. Even after seven years of marriage, Evras still loved her husband dearly, and would always pray to the Gods each day he was gone on campaign. Him returning home injured, or never returning, was her greatest nightmare, perhaps to a certain extent even greater then her losing her son. Life as a Thanasi who married into the Kotas household was not easy, both as a daughter in law and as her sister's sister. She tried her best, but it was Zanon that made the fight worth it.
So she had handed her six year old son over to the nannies and the care of her mother in law, and instead stood watch over Zanon's side as the physicians bustled in and out. It was only after many days of medications, ointments and discussions (Evras had firmly stood against any blood letting, and had personally promised she will set fire to any leeches within a five foot radius of her husband), was Zanon declared free of immediate danger. And it had only been a few days ago, that the physicians had deemed him healthy again, if needing the bedrest for futher notice.
A month. And even more before when he had been gone.
Evras was but a woman. She missed her husband, dearly. But what has made her miss him even more, was that throughout his recuperation period, Zanon had seemed distant, oddly cold to her, in a way she had never recognized her husband to be before. Curious, slightly afraid and definitely uncertain now, Evras had somehow in her mind, concluded that if the warmth they had shared between them was what had provided him with comfort before... perhaps she could provide the same now?
It was that thought that allowed Evras to enter their shared bedroom in the sheer, white gown that her sister Nethis had commissioned for her when Evras had went to her and Thea with her worries. Her sisters had immediately started giving Evras various techniques on seduction, with her eldest most adamant about her ensuring her husband was still in love with her. Their words were the only thing that gave Evras the courage, for the gown was... well, sheer was an understatement. They left nothing to imagination, the way the white gauze-like material flowed over her body, cinched at her waist by a golden belt. They hugged her breasts, the darker area of her nipples clear for all to see. Stopping just above her knees, Evras felt naked.
Yet courage was necessary. So she had taken a large swig of wine before entering. The darker, cherry pink himation had covered her so she could make her way from the rooms she had next door. Once the door clicked behind her however, Evras took another fortifying breathe, before stepping forward into the light of the room, clearing her throat as she did so. In the dark of the night, the crackle of the warm fireplace casted soft glows throughout the room, further enhancing the air of mystery that Evras was trying to achieve, as she padded closer to her husband in bed, the slow smile on her lips just the right combination of sly and shy. Her hair was loose, set in soft curls that framed her face and lending an angelic air.
Evras leaned on one of the posts of their bed, coyly unhooking the himation off her shoulder, letting the only cover she had slip off as she strolled nearer towards him, finally perching on the bed next to him, her arms pushing her breasts together, the coy look now spreading to her lips as she tilted her head while letting her eyes roam towards his lips. "It's a really cold night, husband. Mind if we share a bed, tonight?"
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Evras was usually a patient woman. She was.
Growing up the youngest of three sisters, and the elder one to two brothers, the woman who was now twenty-five, had spent much of her childhood dealing with her brother's squabbles, being the soother to her elder sister's dissatisfactions of their father's decisions, and had been the general peacemaker within the Thanasi household. With a gentle disposition, a large heart and a dislike for strife and arguments, she had learnt patience through many years of practice.
Except when it came to certain things... well, she really thought she's been patient enough.
When Zanon had been delivered home by his eldest brother just a month ago, severely injured and needing care, Evras had jumped and barely left her husband's side. Even after seven years of marriage, Evras still loved her husband dearly, and would always pray to the Gods each day he was gone on campaign. Him returning home injured, or never returning, was her greatest nightmare, perhaps to a certain extent even greater then her losing her son. Life as a Thanasi who married into the Kotas household was not easy, both as a daughter in law and as her sister's sister. She tried her best, but it was Zanon that made the fight worth it.
So she had handed her six year old son over to the nannies and the care of her mother in law, and instead stood watch over Zanon's side as the physicians bustled in and out. It was only after many days of medications, ointments and discussions (Evras had firmly stood against any blood letting, and had personally promised she will set fire to any leeches within a five foot radius of her husband), was Zanon declared free of immediate danger. And it had only been a few days ago, that the physicians had deemed him healthy again, if needing the bedrest for futher notice.
A month. And even more before when he had been gone.
Evras was but a woman. She missed her husband, dearly. But what has made her miss him even more, was that throughout his recuperation period, Zanon had seemed distant, oddly cold to her, in a way she had never recognized her husband to be before. Curious, slightly afraid and definitely uncertain now, Evras had somehow in her mind, concluded that if the warmth they had shared between them was what had provided him with comfort before... perhaps she could provide the same now?
It was that thought that allowed Evras to enter their shared bedroom in the sheer, white gown that her sister Nethis had commissioned for her when Evras had went to her and Thea with her worries. Her sisters had immediately started giving Evras various techniques on seduction, with her eldest most adamant about her ensuring her husband was still in love with her. Their words were the only thing that gave Evras the courage, for the gown was... well, sheer was an understatement. They left nothing to imagination, the way the white gauze-like material flowed over her body, cinched at her waist by a golden belt. They hugged her breasts, the darker area of her nipples clear for all to see. Stopping just above her knees, Evras felt naked.
Yet courage was necessary. So she had taken a large swig of wine before entering. The darker, cherry pink himation had covered her so she could make her way from the rooms she had next door. Once the door clicked behind her however, Evras took another fortifying breathe, before stepping forward into the light of the room, clearing her throat as she did so. In the dark of the night, the crackle of the warm fireplace casted soft glows throughout the room, further enhancing the air of mystery that Evras was trying to achieve, as she padded closer to her husband in bed, the slow smile on her lips just the right combination of sly and shy. Her hair was loose, set in soft curls that framed her face and lending an angelic air.
Evras leaned on one of the posts of their bed, coyly unhooking the himation off her shoulder, letting the only cover she had slip off as she strolled nearer towards him, finally perching on the bed next to him, her arms pushing her breasts together, the coy look now spreading to her lips as she tilted her head while letting her eyes roam towards his lips. "It's a really cold night, husband. Mind if we share a bed, tonight?"
Evras was usually a patient woman. She was.
Growing up the youngest of three sisters, and the elder one to two brothers, the woman who was now twenty-five, had spent much of her childhood dealing with her brother's squabbles, being the soother to her elder sister's dissatisfactions of their father's decisions, and had been the general peacemaker within the Thanasi household. With a gentle disposition, a large heart and a dislike for strife and arguments, she had learnt patience through many years of practice.
Except when it came to certain things... well, she really thought she's been patient enough.
When Zanon had been delivered home by his eldest brother just a month ago, severely injured and needing care, Evras had jumped and barely left her husband's side. Even after seven years of marriage, Evras still loved her husband dearly, and would always pray to the Gods each day he was gone on campaign. Him returning home injured, or never returning, was her greatest nightmare, perhaps to a certain extent even greater then her losing her son. Life as a Thanasi who married into the Kotas household was not easy, both as a daughter in law and as her sister's sister. She tried her best, but it was Zanon that made the fight worth it.
So she had handed her six year old son over to the nannies and the care of her mother in law, and instead stood watch over Zanon's side as the physicians bustled in and out. It was only after many days of medications, ointments and discussions (Evras had firmly stood against any blood letting, and had personally promised she will set fire to any leeches within a five foot radius of her husband), was Zanon declared free of immediate danger. And it had only been a few days ago, that the physicians had deemed him healthy again, if needing the bedrest for futher notice.
A month. And even more before when he had been gone.
Evras was but a woman. She missed her husband, dearly. But what has made her miss him even more, was that throughout his recuperation period, Zanon had seemed distant, oddly cold to her, in a way she had never recognized her husband to be before. Curious, slightly afraid and definitely uncertain now, Evras had somehow in her mind, concluded that if the warmth they had shared between them was what had provided him with comfort before... perhaps she could provide the same now?
It was that thought that allowed Evras to enter their shared bedroom in the sheer, white gown that her sister Nethis had commissioned for her when Evras had went to her and Thea with her worries. Her sisters had immediately started giving Evras various techniques on seduction, with her eldest most adamant about her ensuring her husband was still in love with her. Their words were the only thing that gave Evras the courage, for the gown was... well, sheer was an understatement. They left nothing to imagination, the way the white gauze-like material flowed over her body, cinched at her waist by a golden belt. They hugged her breasts, the darker area of her nipples clear for all to see. Stopping just above her knees, Evras felt naked.
Yet courage was necessary. So she had taken a large swig of wine before entering. The darker, cherry pink himation had covered her so she could make her way from the rooms she had next door. Once the door clicked behind her however, Evras took another fortifying breathe, before stepping forward into the light of the room, clearing her throat as she did so. In the dark of the night, the crackle of the warm fireplace casted soft glows throughout the room, further enhancing the air of mystery that Evras was trying to achieve, as she padded closer to her husband in bed, the slow smile on her lips just the right combination of sly and shy. Her hair was loose, set in soft curls that framed her face and lending an angelic air.
Evras leaned on one of the posts of their bed, coyly unhooking the himation off her shoulder, letting the only cover she had slip off as she strolled nearer towards him, finally perching on the bed next to him, her arms pushing her breasts together, the coy look now spreading to her lips as she tilted her head while letting her eyes roam towards his lips. "It's a really cold night, husband. Mind if we share a bed, tonight?"
Ever since his injury, Zanon had been miserable. Stuck in bed with pain rising and fading, a fever coming and going as infection set in and was fought off. It had been a month that he'd been lying here in that fashion and he could feel his muscles fading and spirit wasting away. Evras' care had at first been a welcome warmth when he had been in and out of consciousness, but that had faded by the day. Instead he heard whispers, rumors that filtered into his dreams and reality as the servants spoke, a few of the physicians even muttered about not leaving her alone with her injured husband.
Witchcraft they said, a curse laid on him by the Thanasi witches to ensure that he would die. They said that she'd never loved him, that she only fell pregnant and wed him in order to secure a Thanasi heir. Some had even said it wasn't his child, that Dion was gotten by lying with another man. He hadn't believed it at first until the nightmares started. He would wake screaming, trying to thrash out of his bed but unable to properly move as his leg gave out under muscles too weak from being abed.
He was cursed, and in his haze as the wine mixed with a tonic for the pain settled in he felt as if he was dreaming once again when she entered the room. The way she was dressed, he could see everything and he turned his head to watch as she slipped everything off and was bare before him. She looked as if she'd been sent from the gods, the way her lips parted and hair tumbled about her shoulders, she was his perfect temptation and for a time the thought of the curses and witch craft flew from his mind.
"Is it? I couldn't tell.."
Zanon shifted to lift himself on one elbow, unconsciously moving as he always did when his wife was near and reaching for her hand to try to draw her closer.
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Ever since his injury, Zanon had been miserable. Stuck in bed with pain rising and fading, a fever coming and going as infection set in and was fought off. It had been a month that he'd been lying here in that fashion and he could feel his muscles fading and spirit wasting away. Evras' care had at first been a welcome warmth when he had been in and out of consciousness, but that had faded by the day. Instead he heard whispers, rumors that filtered into his dreams and reality as the servants spoke, a few of the physicians even muttered about not leaving her alone with her injured husband.
Witchcraft they said, a curse laid on him by the Thanasi witches to ensure that he would die. They said that she'd never loved him, that she only fell pregnant and wed him in order to secure a Thanasi heir. Some had even said it wasn't his child, that Dion was gotten by lying with another man. He hadn't believed it at first until the nightmares started. He would wake screaming, trying to thrash out of his bed but unable to properly move as his leg gave out under muscles too weak from being abed.
He was cursed, and in his haze as the wine mixed with a tonic for the pain settled in he felt as if he was dreaming once again when she entered the room. The way she was dressed, he could see everything and he turned his head to watch as she slipped everything off and was bare before him. She looked as if she'd been sent from the gods, the way her lips parted and hair tumbled about her shoulders, she was his perfect temptation and for a time the thought of the curses and witch craft flew from his mind.
"Is it? I couldn't tell.."
Zanon shifted to lift himself on one elbow, unconsciously moving as he always did when his wife was near and reaching for her hand to try to draw her closer.
Ever since his injury, Zanon had been miserable. Stuck in bed with pain rising and fading, a fever coming and going as infection set in and was fought off. It had been a month that he'd been lying here in that fashion and he could feel his muscles fading and spirit wasting away. Evras' care had at first been a welcome warmth when he had been in and out of consciousness, but that had faded by the day. Instead he heard whispers, rumors that filtered into his dreams and reality as the servants spoke, a few of the physicians even muttered about not leaving her alone with her injured husband.
Witchcraft they said, a curse laid on him by the Thanasi witches to ensure that he would die. They said that she'd never loved him, that she only fell pregnant and wed him in order to secure a Thanasi heir. Some had even said it wasn't his child, that Dion was gotten by lying with another man. He hadn't believed it at first until the nightmares started. He would wake screaming, trying to thrash out of his bed but unable to properly move as his leg gave out under muscles too weak from being abed.
He was cursed, and in his haze as the wine mixed with a tonic for the pain settled in he felt as if he was dreaming once again when she entered the room. The way she was dressed, he could see everything and he turned his head to watch as she slipped everything off and was bare before him. She looked as if she'd been sent from the gods, the way her lips parted and hair tumbled about her shoulders, she was his perfect temptation and for a time the thought of the curses and witch craft flew from his mind.
"Is it? I couldn't tell.."
Zanon shifted to lift himself on one elbow, unconsciously moving as he always did when his wife was near and reaching for her hand to try to draw her closer.
Evras had been worried sick, she had barely left Zanon's side. At the beginning, she had even had her maids and slaves bring her meals to her, until one of them had finally dragged her for a bath and a change of clothes regularly. The infections had kept her up all night sponging and shushing her husband through his uncertain dreams, despite all the words. Zanon had never believed them. He had always stayed by her side.
It wouldn't be any different. He wouldn't.
It wouldn't.
So she had stayed and remained steadfast the whole month, until her husband had finally managed to finish up a whole bowl of gruel today, and Evras's hopes had actually lifted for the first time. Surely by now, Zanon would be fine, right? She would no longer have to suffer the whispers and finger-pointing of the people in the Kotas residences as well as the people of Midas alone... right?
Feeling his eyes on her gave her a renewed sense of courage. Her husband had always managed to make her feel wanted with just a look of his eyes. Somehow, by a stroke of luck or perhaps Eros or Aphrodite was blessing her, Evras had managed to catch Zanon's attention. Now, if Nethis and Thea had it right, she just had to work to retain it. They had said that it was a vulnerable time - she should not back down. And she trusted her elder sisters. They only had the best for her.
Right?
Meeting his outstretched hand halfway, the woman curled her fingers around his and gave in to his tug to his side, letting herself fall on the side of his bed. Leaning in, Evras brought their conjoined hands around her waist, letting his hand settle on her hip. Her free palm splayed on his bare chest, and Evras ghosted a kiss over his chin, her breath tickling his skin, a soft, gentle smile on her lips. She missed her husband terribly, really. "I'm here now, husband. Of course, you can't tell." she tried to lighten the mood with a little giggle, hitching the sheer material of the chiton upwards so she bared a little more of her thigh, leaning in closer so their lips met.
Promise him you would never leave. Reassure him.
Her sister's words echoing in her mind, Evras brought the hand on his chest to brush his cheek, angling his chin so she could properly kiss him before her hand drifted down to lay gently on the edges of his hips, pressed so close now her breasts were brushing against his chest "And I won't leave you, Zanon. I've missed you."
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Evras had been worried sick, she had barely left Zanon's side. At the beginning, she had even had her maids and slaves bring her meals to her, until one of them had finally dragged her for a bath and a change of clothes regularly. The infections had kept her up all night sponging and shushing her husband through his uncertain dreams, despite all the words. Zanon had never believed them. He had always stayed by her side.
It wouldn't be any different. He wouldn't.
It wouldn't.
So she had stayed and remained steadfast the whole month, until her husband had finally managed to finish up a whole bowl of gruel today, and Evras's hopes had actually lifted for the first time. Surely by now, Zanon would be fine, right? She would no longer have to suffer the whispers and finger-pointing of the people in the Kotas residences as well as the people of Midas alone... right?
Feeling his eyes on her gave her a renewed sense of courage. Her husband had always managed to make her feel wanted with just a look of his eyes. Somehow, by a stroke of luck or perhaps Eros or Aphrodite was blessing her, Evras had managed to catch Zanon's attention. Now, if Nethis and Thea had it right, she just had to work to retain it. They had said that it was a vulnerable time - she should not back down. And she trusted her elder sisters. They only had the best for her.
Right?
Meeting his outstretched hand halfway, the woman curled her fingers around his and gave in to his tug to his side, letting herself fall on the side of his bed. Leaning in, Evras brought their conjoined hands around her waist, letting his hand settle on her hip. Her free palm splayed on his bare chest, and Evras ghosted a kiss over his chin, her breath tickling his skin, a soft, gentle smile on her lips. She missed her husband terribly, really. "I'm here now, husband. Of course, you can't tell." she tried to lighten the mood with a little giggle, hitching the sheer material of the chiton upwards so she bared a little more of her thigh, leaning in closer so their lips met.
Promise him you would never leave. Reassure him.
Her sister's words echoing in her mind, Evras brought the hand on his chest to brush his cheek, angling his chin so she could properly kiss him before her hand drifted down to lay gently on the edges of his hips, pressed so close now her breasts were brushing against his chest "And I won't leave you, Zanon. I've missed you."
Evras had been worried sick, she had barely left Zanon's side. At the beginning, she had even had her maids and slaves bring her meals to her, until one of them had finally dragged her for a bath and a change of clothes regularly. The infections had kept her up all night sponging and shushing her husband through his uncertain dreams, despite all the words. Zanon had never believed them. He had always stayed by her side.
It wouldn't be any different. He wouldn't.
It wouldn't.
So she had stayed and remained steadfast the whole month, until her husband had finally managed to finish up a whole bowl of gruel today, and Evras's hopes had actually lifted for the first time. Surely by now, Zanon would be fine, right? She would no longer have to suffer the whispers and finger-pointing of the people in the Kotas residences as well as the people of Midas alone... right?
Feeling his eyes on her gave her a renewed sense of courage. Her husband had always managed to make her feel wanted with just a look of his eyes. Somehow, by a stroke of luck or perhaps Eros or Aphrodite was blessing her, Evras had managed to catch Zanon's attention. Now, if Nethis and Thea had it right, she just had to work to retain it. They had said that it was a vulnerable time - she should not back down. And she trusted her elder sisters. They only had the best for her.
Right?
Meeting his outstretched hand halfway, the woman curled her fingers around his and gave in to his tug to his side, letting herself fall on the side of his bed. Leaning in, Evras brought their conjoined hands around her waist, letting his hand settle on her hip. Her free palm splayed on his bare chest, and Evras ghosted a kiss over his chin, her breath tickling his skin, a soft, gentle smile on her lips. She missed her husband terribly, really. "I'm here now, husband. Of course, you can't tell." she tried to lighten the mood with a little giggle, hitching the sheer material of the chiton upwards so she bared a little more of her thigh, leaning in closer so their lips met.
Promise him you would never leave. Reassure him.
Her sister's words echoing in her mind, Evras brought the hand on his chest to brush his cheek, angling his chin so she could properly kiss him before her hand drifted down to lay gently on the edges of his hips, pressed so close now her breasts were brushing against his chest "And I won't leave you, Zanon. I've missed you."
In all of the time since he had returned to Colchis, he had been still and unmoved. No desire had stirred through him like this since he last thought of her before the battle and during, his fear that he would die and leave her a widow, his son fatherless, had taken over and it was in that moment that he'd been struck down. Vangelis had pulled his body from the field, with his men carried him to the tent for what healing could be provided before he was sent back home. In pain he had felt none of the usual lust that clouded his mind and judgment when it came to his wife, seeing her without the tint of Eros in his gaze. Concern did not become her.
Their relationship had always been one of him leading the chase, seeking her company and her affections, initiating their nights together. It was strange now that she was behaving in this manner, knowing he was injured with little range of motion. He couldn't do as he usually would and roll her beneath him, instead of having the control he was left to her whims which both aroused and frightened him if he was being entirely honest. Had he been in prime condition, this would have been a grand turn of events, but in his current state he was weak. If the whispers were true, she could try to kill him, remove him from the Thanasi path to the throne.
Her lips on his that had once been welcomed now felt forced. As if she was just trying to lull him into a false sense of security. The loving wife visiting a bedridden husband to seek pleasures he could not properly provide. With her hands on his hips and her chest brushing his he had nowhere to look but her, meeting her gaze even as he winced at the pressure she placed on his hip, causing the leg to turn and the wound that was still healing to twinge.
"I hadn't thought you would leave me...why does that bear mentioning?" Was this her way of trying to trick him? Convince him she would never leave him and then by witchcraft or other nefarious means steal away his energy and life.
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In all of the time since he had returned to Colchis, he had been still and unmoved. No desire had stirred through him like this since he last thought of her before the battle and during, his fear that he would die and leave her a widow, his son fatherless, had taken over and it was in that moment that he'd been struck down. Vangelis had pulled his body from the field, with his men carried him to the tent for what healing could be provided before he was sent back home. In pain he had felt none of the usual lust that clouded his mind and judgment when it came to his wife, seeing her without the tint of Eros in his gaze. Concern did not become her.
Their relationship had always been one of him leading the chase, seeking her company and her affections, initiating their nights together. It was strange now that she was behaving in this manner, knowing he was injured with little range of motion. He couldn't do as he usually would and roll her beneath him, instead of having the control he was left to her whims which both aroused and frightened him if he was being entirely honest. Had he been in prime condition, this would have been a grand turn of events, but in his current state he was weak. If the whispers were true, she could try to kill him, remove him from the Thanasi path to the throne.
Her lips on his that had once been welcomed now felt forced. As if she was just trying to lull him into a false sense of security. The loving wife visiting a bedridden husband to seek pleasures he could not properly provide. With her hands on his hips and her chest brushing his he had nowhere to look but her, meeting her gaze even as he winced at the pressure she placed on his hip, causing the leg to turn and the wound that was still healing to twinge.
"I hadn't thought you would leave me...why does that bear mentioning?" Was this her way of trying to trick him? Convince him she would never leave him and then by witchcraft or other nefarious means steal away his energy and life.
In all of the time since he had returned to Colchis, he had been still and unmoved. No desire had stirred through him like this since he last thought of her before the battle and during, his fear that he would die and leave her a widow, his son fatherless, had taken over and it was in that moment that he'd been struck down. Vangelis had pulled his body from the field, with his men carried him to the tent for what healing could be provided before he was sent back home. In pain he had felt none of the usual lust that clouded his mind and judgment when it came to his wife, seeing her without the tint of Eros in his gaze. Concern did not become her.
Their relationship had always been one of him leading the chase, seeking her company and her affections, initiating their nights together. It was strange now that she was behaving in this manner, knowing he was injured with little range of motion. He couldn't do as he usually would and roll her beneath him, instead of having the control he was left to her whims which both aroused and frightened him if he was being entirely honest. Had he been in prime condition, this would have been a grand turn of events, but in his current state he was weak. If the whispers were true, she could try to kill him, remove him from the Thanasi path to the throne.
Her lips on his that had once been welcomed now felt forced. As if she was just trying to lull him into a false sense of security. The loving wife visiting a bedridden husband to seek pleasures he could not properly provide. With her hands on his hips and her chest brushing his he had nowhere to look but her, meeting her gaze even as he winced at the pressure she placed on his hip, causing the leg to turn and the wound that was still healing to twinge.
"I hadn't thought you would leave me...why does that bear mentioning?" Was this her way of trying to trick him? Convince him she would never leave him and then by witchcraft or other nefarious means steal away his energy and life.
It had been a game of hide and seek, the thrill of the chase probably one of the things that had led to such a fast pace relationship that had built between the two, ending with the conceivement of Dion and their marriage. Yet the years had not ceased for Evras to still desire her husband, as he did for her. He always sought for her and in return, Evras never denied him. She was always pliant with his touch, ready every time he was, even in the shadowy alcoves when he needed her, she would reciprocate.
Perhaps, in hindsight, it was not the brightest idea, but up till today Evras was still enamoured by the attention she got from her handsome husband.
Now that she no longer had it while he lay abed, perhaps the woman had allowed herself to get used to it. Having to stay apart from her husband for so long made her antsy, over-eager, and the reason why she had sought the help of her sisters for what she initiated tonight. Was she wrong for wanting him? Perhaps in the light of day, Evras would feel ashamed for her wants... but hidden by the dark of the night, she only wanted him now. And her sisters merely urged her on, reminding him of his promiscuous past, and if she let him go, she may never have him back.
Desperation drives a woman to damnation.
His words made her falter, hesitating. Evras bit her lip, a sudden light of uncertainty flaring in her eyes. Confidence. That is the key to all. Thea had said. Her second sister had always glided like a confident queen in the ranks of nobles. She would know what she was talking about, right?
With a renewed sense of determination, the slow smile pulled Evras's lips upwards again, a show she used to hide her own insecurities. The woman leaned in closer, her breathe ghosting on his lips, her own barely touching his while she spoke, eyes looking at him through a hooded gaze. "A reassurance, husband. Nothing more." she murmured, shifting so the ties of her chiton loosened, and the front of the sheer gown fell to reveal a deeper swell of her creamy breasts. "Have you not missed me, Zan? We have been apart too long."
Her hand drifted to his hips, gently caressing the area his injury had been, in a touch that would not hurt him, before she ghosted her palms over the area where she would join his and hers together, enticing him. "You don't have to worry, husband. I will take care of you."
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It had been a game of hide and seek, the thrill of the chase probably one of the things that had led to such a fast pace relationship that had built between the two, ending with the conceivement of Dion and their marriage. Yet the years had not ceased for Evras to still desire her husband, as he did for her. He always sought for her and in return, Evras never denied him. She was always pliant with his touch, ready every time he was, even in the shadowy alcoves when he needed her, she would reciprocate.
Perhaps, in hindsight, it was not the brightest idea, but up till today Evras was still enamoured by the attention she got from her handsome husband.
Now that she no longer had it while he lay abed, perhaps the woman had allowed herself to get used to it. Having to stay apart from her husband for so long made her antsy, over-eager, and the reason why she had sought the help of her sisters for what she initiated tonight. Was she wrong for wanting him? Perhaps in the light of day, Evras would feel ashamed for her wants... but hidden by the dark of the night, she only wanted him now. And her sisters merely urged her on, reminding him of his promiscuous past, and if she let him go, she may never have him back.
Desperation drives a woman to damnation.
His words made her falter, hesitating. Evras bit her lip, a sudden light of uncertainty flaring in her eyes. Confidence. That is the key to all. Thea had said. Her second sister had always glided like a confident queen in the ranks of nobles. She would know what she was talking about, right?
With a renewed sense of determination, the slow smile pulled Evras's lips upwards again, a show she used to hide her own insecurities. The woman leaned in closer, her breathe ghosting on his lips, her own barely touching his while she spoke, eyes looking at him through a hooded gaze. "A reassurance, husband. Nothing more." she murmured, shifting so the ties of her chiton loosened, and the front of the sheer gown fell to reveal a deeper swell of her creamy breasts. "Have you not missed me, Zan? We have been apart too long."
Her hand drifted to his hips, gently caressing the area his injury had been, in a touch that would not hurt him, before she ghosted her palms over the area where she would join his and hers together, enticing him. "You don't have to worry, husband. I will take care of you."
It had been a game of hide and seek, the thrill of the chase probably one of the things that had led to such a fast pace relationship that had built between the two, ending with the conceivement of Dion and their marriage. Yet the years had not ceased for Evras to still desire her husband, as he did for her. He always sought for her and in return, Evras never denied him. She was always pliant with his touch, ready every time he was, even in the shadowy alcoves when he needed her, she would reciprocate.
Perhaps, in hindsight, it was not the brightest idea, but up till today Evras was still enamoured by the attention she got from her handsome husband.
Now that she no longer had it while he lay abed, perhaps the woman had allowed herself to get used to it. Having to stay apart from her husband for so long made her antsy, over-eager, and the reason why she had sought the help of her sisters for what she initiated tonight. Was she wrong for wanting him? Perhaps in the light of day, Evras would feel ashamed for her wants... but hidden by the dark of the night, she only wanted him now. And her sisters merely urged her on, reminding him of his promiscuous past, and if she let him go, she may never have him back.
Desperation drives a woman to damnation.
His words made her falter, hesitating. Evras bit her lip, a sudden light of uncertainty flaring in her eyes. Confidence. That is the key to all. Thea had said. Her second sister had always glided like a confident queen in the ranks of nobles. She would know what she was talking about, right?
With a renewed sense of determination, the slow smile pulled Evras's lips upwards again, a show she used to hide her own insecurities. The woman leaned in closer, her breathe ghosting on his lips, her own barely touching his while she spoke, eyes looking at him through a hooded gaze. "A reassurance, husband. Nothing more." she murmured, shifting so the ties of her chiton loosened, and the front of the sheer gown fell to reveal a deeper swell of her creamy breasts. "Have you not missed me, Zan? We have been apart too long."
Her hand drifted to his hips, gently caressing the area his injury had been, in a touch that would not hurt him, before she ghosted her palms over the area where she would join his and hers together, enticing him. "You don't have to worry, husband. I will take care of you."
“A reassurance..” Zanon tried to hide the doubt in his tone as she crawled over him, letting his hands settle on the outsides of her thighs. She was warm, her skin just as soft and tempting as he recalled it and for yet another moment his reason and caution left him and he allowed one hand to trace up to cup the shape of her breast. The way her sheer chiton was placed it was taking a good deal more willpower than he currently had to keep his hands where they were. All he wanted to do was roll her beneath him, take what was his and what she so clearly desired, after so long abed and in pain a hint of pleasure was tempting.
His body though would not cooperate, and though the heat in the pit of his stomach stirred him, he didn’t have the strength to take charge as he usually did. It was going to drive him mad if she kept touching him like this. His hips pressed up into her touch, bare beneath the blanket that covered him but he hissed in pain as the motion cause the healing gash in his leg to pull, laying back and gritting his teeth as his eyes squeezed shut. Was this how she planned to kill him? Drive him mad with lust and have him rip open wounds that were barely moved from fresh?
“How will you take care of me, Evras? By driving me mad until I overcome the pain or by bringing yourself closer…” Zan reached down, covering her hand with his own as if to show her proof of his desire, his other hand reaching up to twist in her hair in an attempt to draw her lips to his own. He was impatient, gods forgive him, the physician had kept him in a room away from his wife and now here she was looking like Aphrodite herself had descended to bless him. How was he supposed to deny her when her lips somehow looked so red and full even in the moonlight.
“Well then wife….take care of me.”
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“A reassurance..” Zanon tried to hide the doubt in his tone as she crawled over him, letting his hands settle on the outsides of her thighs. She was warm, her skin just as soft and tempting as he recalled it and for yet another moment his reason and caution left him and he allowed one hand to trace up to cup the shape of her breast. The way her sheer chiton was placed it was taking a good deal more willpower than he currently had to keep his hands where they were. All he wanted to do was roll her beneath him, take what was his and what she so clearly desired, after so long abed and in pain a hint of pleasure was tempting.
His body though would not cooperate, and though the heat in the pit of his stomach stirred him, he didn’t have the strength to take charge as he usually did. It was going to drive him mad if she kept touching him like this. His hips pressed up into her touch, bare beneath the blanket that covered him but he hissed in pain as the motion cause the healing gash in his leg to pull, laying back and gritting his teeth as his eyes squeezed shut. Was this how she planned to kill him? Drive him mad with lust and have him rip open wounds that were barely moved from fresh?
“How will you take care of me, Evras? By driving me mad until I overcome the pain or by bringing yourself closer…” Zan reached down, covering her hand with his own as if to show her proof of his desire, his other hand reaching up to twist in her hair in an attempt to draw her lips to his own. He was impatient, gods forgive him, the physician had kept him in a room away from his wife and now here she was looking like Aphrodite herself had descended to bless him. How was he supposed to deny her when her lips somehow looked so red and full even in the moonlight.
“Well then wife….take care of me.”
“A reassurance..” Zanon tried to hide the doubt in his tone as she crawled over him, letting his hands settle on the outsides of her thighs. She was warm, her skin just as soft and tempting as he recalled it and for yet another moment his reason and caution left him and he allowed one hand to trace up to cup the shape of her breast. The way her sheer chiton was placed it was taking a good deal more willpower than he currently had to keep his hands where they were. All he wanted to do was roll her beneath him, take what was his and what she so clearly desired, after so long abed and in pain a hint of pleasure was tempting.
His body though would not cooperate, and though the heat in the pit of his stomach stirred him, he didn’t have the strength to take charge as he usually did. It was going to drive him mad if she kept touching him like this. His hips pressed up into her touch, bare beneath the blanket that covered him but he hissed in pain as the motion cause the healing gash in his leg to pull, laying back and gritting his teeth as his eyes squeezed shut. Was this how she planned to kill him? Drive him mad with lust and have him rip open wounds that were barely moved from fresh?
“How will you take care of me, Evras? By driving me mad until I overcome the pain or by bringing yourself closer…” Zan reached down, covering her hand with his own as if to show her proof of his desire, his other hand reaching up to twist in her hair in an attempt to draw her lips to his own. He was impatient, gods forgive him, the physician had kept him in a room away from his wife and now here she was looking like Aphrodite herself had descended to bless him. How was he supposed to deny her when her lips somehow looked so red and full even in the moonlight.
“Well then wife….take care of me.”
Her brows furrowed at her husband's tone... was that uncertainty she heard? In the dead of the night, the silence almost deafening, Evras did not dare confirm the fact. But she really shouldn't allow such a matter to stop her - Nethis had reminded her time and again, that there was no such thing as a split from one's for the sake of their royal house as well as the sanctity of their family name.
But that aside - Evras did not know if she wanted to be apart from her husband after this. She had been worried to death over the past few weeks until the physician had declared Zanon out of immediate danger. That was, until said physician began suggesting that she be kept away from her husband - the fact that he dared suggest such a thing made Evras see red. Trained to be poised as she was though, outwardly the married princess showed no reaction. Inwardly however, she threw the comment out the window, and continued tending to Zanon anyway.
Evras relished in the feel of his hands on her thighs, the warmth she recognized to be that of Zanon's a clear welcome on the bare skin. A shiver trailed up her spine, following the trace of his fingers around her breast, allowing the mound of flesh unrestricted by anything but a thin, sheer material, to spill into her husband's grasp, the very touch stirring that familiar hit in the base of her stomach.
His hiss of pain however, brought Evras's eyes back in full focus to Zanon, worry etched within the dark depths as she studied the other's face. Had she hurt him?
He spoke, pulling her gaze down from where the sheets covered his wound, so her eyes fell once again on his face. The dark, deep irises flickered wider when he pressed her hands further against his stirring desire, a forwardness Evras had barely seen, as if he was barely reining in an emotion she could not detect. What was it about Zanon? Something had shifted, yet Evras could not put her finger on what exactly it was.
But he had his fingers in her hair, and all it took was a light pressure for Evras to surge forwards, his words propelling her against him more. She pressed her lips against his, as if she desired him just as much as he did for her. The feel of him, his husky voice made her forget the precarious position they were in, and Evras's fingers slipped from where they were pressed against his hips, to find purchase so she could clamber over her husband and meet desire against her own, her mind clean of anything but her want for her husband, a desperate need to remind herself that despite all the odd signs Zanon had been displaying to her... Evras needed to know that his love had not wavered for her, nor his trust for her.
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Her brows furrowed at her husband's tone... was that uncertainty she heard? In the dead of the night, the silence almost deafening, Evras did not dare confirm the fact. But she really shouldn't allow such a matter to stop her - Nethis had reminded her time and again, that there was no such thing as a split from one's for the sake of their royal house as well as the sanctity of their family name.
But that aside - Evras did not know if she wanted to be apart from her husband after this. She had been worried to death over the past few weeks until the physician had declared Zanon out of immediate danger. That was, until said physician began suggesting that she be kept away from her husband - the fact that he dared suggest such a thing made Evras see red. Trained to be poised as she was though, outwardly the married princess showed no reaction. Inwardly however, she threw the comment out the window, and continued tending to Zanon anyway.
Evras relished in the feel of his hands on her thighs, the warmth she recognized to be that of Zanon's a clear welcome on the bare skin. A shiver trailed up her spine, following the trace of his fingers around her breast, allowing the mound of flesh unrestricted by anything but a thin, sheer material, to spill into her husband's grasp, the very touch stirring that familiar hit in the base of her stomach.
His hiss of pain however, brought Evras's eyes back in full focus to Zanon, worry etched within the dark depths as she studied the other's face. Had she hurt him?
He spoke, pulling her gaze down from where the sheets covered his wound, so her eyes fell once again on his face. The dark, deep irises flickered wider when he pressed her hands further against his stirring desire, a forwardness Evras had barely seen, as if he was barely reining in an emotion she could not detect. What was it about Zanon? Something had shifted, yet Evras could not put her finger on what exactly it was.
But he had his fingers in her hair, and all it took was a light pressure for Evras to surge forwards, his words propelling her against him more. She pressed her lips against his, as if she desired him just as much as he did for her. The feel of him, his husky voice made her forget the precarious position they were in, and Evras's fingers slipped from where they were pressed against his hips, to find purchase so she could clamber over her husband and meet desire against her own, her mind clean of anything but her want for her husband, a desperate need to remind herself that despite all the odd signs Zanon had been displaying to her... Evras needed to know that his love had not wavered for her, nor his trust for her.
Her brows furrowed at her husband's tone... was that uncertainty she heard? In the dead of the night, the silence almost deafening, Evras did not dare confirm the fact. But she really shouldn't allow such a matter to stop her - Nethis had reminded her time and again, that there was no such thing as a split from one's for the sake of their royal house as well as the sanctity of their family name.
But that aside - Evras did not know if she wanted to be apart from her husband after this. She had been worried to death over the past few weeks until the physician had declared Zanon out of immediate danger. That was, until said physician began suggesting that she be kept away from her husband - the fact that he dared suggest such a thing made Evras see red. Trained to be poised as she was though, outwardly the married princess showed no reaction. Inwardly however, she threw the comment out the window, and continued tending to Zanon anyway.
Evras relished in the feel of his hands on her thighs, the warmth she recognized to be that of Zanon's a clear welcome on the bare skin. A shiver trailed up her spine, following the trace of his fingers around her breast, allowing the mound of flesh unrestricted by anything but a thin, sheer material, to spill into her husband's grasp, the very touch stirring that familiar hit in the base of her stomach.
His hiss of pain however, brought Evras's eyes back in full focus to Zanon, worry etched within the dark depths as she studied the other's face. Had she hurt him?
He spoke, pulling her gaze down from where the sheets covered his wound, so her eyes fell once again on his face. The dark, deep irises flickered wider when he pressed her hands further against his stirring desire, a forwardness Evras had barely seen, as if he was barely reining in an emotion she could not detect. What was it about Zanon? Something had shifted, yet Evras could not put her finger on what exactly it was.
But he had his fingers in her hair, and all it took was a light pressure for Evras to surge forwards, his words propelling her against him more. She pressed her lips against his, as if she desired him just as much as he did for her. The feel of him, his husky voice made her forget the precarious position they were in, and Evras's fingers slipped from where they were pressed against his hips, to find purchase so she could clamber over her husband and meet desire against her own, her mind clean of anything but her want for her husband, a desperate need to remind herself that despite all the odd signs Zanon had been displaying to her... Evras needed to know that his love had not wavered for her, nor his trust for her.
Her silence was both arousing and unsettling, the way she so quickly moved over him as if this had been her plan all along. There was no time for him to think on it properly as her lips were suddenly on his and all words were lost along with his fears for the time being. Kissing her was like breathing air to him, he knew exactly how best they fit together and what made her gasp and sigh, even with her atop him he had no intention of letting that go. Cautious of the wound and various bruises and scrapes that adorned him, Zanon gripped at her hips with one hand and the other tightened in her hair, twisting those raven locks through his fingers.
When he had first seen her on the streets during the festival, he had only intended to try her for a night. It had been his game, playing with the hearts he could capture and seeing what pleasures could be had. With Evras though, something about the way she looked, the way she moved, down to the way she had first demurely rejected his request for her to stay with him. She had been twining his heart and desires to her whims since the beginning, capturing him in her kisses and touches even as she did now, drawing him in until he couldn’t escape, couldn’t breathe. Zan gasped against her lips, pulling back to try to breathe deeply after forgetting to inhale through his nose.
Looking up at her, dark eyes even darker with his lust he parted his lips as if to speak, trying to find the words that matched the moment but there were none. She had done exactly what all of the Thanasi women had tried to do to his brother. Nethis and Thea, perhaps even Evras herself had all tried to trap Vangelis, it wasn’t until his gaze had fallen on her that any of them had gotten close to the royal family. Now there was a son between them, a convenient pregnancy when he had still intended perhaps to put her aside in the future when someone else came along to entertain him. Then she had told him she was pregnant, and all thoughts of loving anyone else had vanished. They had doted on each other and their son, even to the point of Zanon allowing her to call him after her father, giving the Thanasi yet another stronghold on the crown. They had an heir to the throne, a throne that he and his brother both stood between.
“Why did you agree to come to my bed. The first time, after you turned me away. What changed your mind?” He doubted she would admit to any of the reasons he suspected, and his hands slid along her body to try to rid her of the sheer chiton that stood between him and what he desired, teeth grit against the pain as he tried to shift his leg beneath her to put them in a better position.
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Her silence was both arousing and unsettling, the way she so quickly moved over him as if this had been her plan all along. There was no time for him to think on it properly as her lips were suddenly on his and all words were lost along with his fears for the time being. Kissing her was like breathing air to him, he knew exactly how best they fit together and what made her gasp and sigh, even with her atop him he had no intention of letting that go. Cautious of the wound and various bruises and scrapes that adorned him, Zanon gripped at her hips with one hand and the other tightened in her hair, twisting those raven locks through his fingers.
When he had first seen her on the streets during the festival, he had only intended to try her for a night. It had been his game, playing with the hearts he could capture and seeing what pleasures could be had. With Evras though, something about the way she looked, the way she moved, down to the way she had first demurely rejected his request for her to stay with him. She had been twining his heart and desires to her whims since the beginning, capturing him in her kisses and touches even as she did now, drawing him in until he couldn’t escape, couldn’t breathe. Zan gasped against her lips, pulling back to try to breathe deeply after forgetting to inhale through his nose.
Looking up at her, dark eyes even darker with his lust he parted his lips as if to speak, trying to find the words that matched the moment but there were none. She had done exactly what all of the Thanasi women had tried to do to his brother. Nethis and Thea, perhaps even Evras herself had all tried to trap Vangelis, it wasn’t until his gaze had fallen on her that any of them had gotten close to the royal family. Now there was a son between them, a convenient pregnancy when he had still intended perhaps to put her aside in the future when someone else came along to entertain him. Then she had told him she was pregnant, and all thoughts of loving anyone else had vanished. They had doted on each other and their son, even to the point of Zanon allowing her to call him after her father, giving the Thanasi yet another stronghold on the crown. They had an heir to the throne, a throne that he and his brother both stood between.
“Why did you agree to come to my bed. The first time, after you turned me away. What changed your mind?” He doubted she would admit to any of the reasons he suspected, and his hands slid along her body to try to rid her of the sheer chiton that stood between him and what he desired, teeth grit against the pain as he tried to shift his leg beneath her to put them in a better position.
Her silence was both arousing and unsettling, the way she so quickly moved over him as if this had been her plan all along. There was no time for him to think on it properly as her lips were suddenly on his and all words were lost along with his fears for the time being. Kissing her was like breathing air to him, he knew exactly how best they fit together and what made her gasp and sigh, even with her atop him he had no intention of letting that go. Cautious of the wound and various bruises and scrapes that adorned him, Zanon gripped at her hips with one hand and the other tightened in her hair, twisting those raven locks through his fingers.
When he had first seen her on the streets during the festival, he had only intended to try her for a night. It had been his game, playing with the hearts he could capture and seeing what pleasures could be had. With Evras though, something about the way she looked, the way she moved, down to the way she had first demurely rejected his request for her to stay with him. She had been twining his heart and desires to her whims since the beginning, capturing him in her kisses and touches even as she did now, drawing him in until he couldn’t escape, couldn’t breathe. Zan gasped against her lips, pulling back to try to breathe deeply after forgetting to inhale through his nose.
Looking up at her, dark eyes even darker with his lust he parted his lips as if to speak, trying to find the words that matched the moment but there were none. She had done exactly what all of the Thanasi women had tried to do to his brother. Nethis and Thea, perhaps even Evras herself had all tried to trap Vangelis, it wasn’t until his gaze had fallen on her that any of them had gotten close to the royal family. Now there was a son between them, a convenient pregnancy when he had still intended perhaps to put her aside in the future when someone else came along to entertain him. Then she had told him she was pregnant, and all thoughts of loving anyone else had vanished. They had doted on each other and their son, even to the point of Zanon allowing her to call him after her father, giving the Thanasi yet another stronghold on the crown. They had an heir to the throne, a throne that he and his brother both stood between.
“Why did you agree to come to my bed. The first time, after you turned me away. What changed your mind?” He doubted she would admit to any of the reasons he suspected, and his hands slid along her body to try to rid her of the sheer chiton that stood between him and what he desired, teeth grit against the pain as he tried to shift his leg beneath her to put them in a better position.
Kissing was easy. Kissing meant she did not have to think of all her sisters reminded her, of her position now that she was the Thanasi who was married into the royal family. Of how her son would eventually face the same push and pull she has to now, and how Dion would one day get forced to choose - the exact same choice Evras did not want to make. Must she make a choice between flesh and blood? No, it wasn't something Evras wanted to do at all.
So she fell back to the one thing that was most comfortable with her husband - the one thing that had drove them in bed together, no matter how much the porcelain Thanasi female tried to resist. She tried,and failed. Like a wildfire that spread throughout her senses, like a wildflower growing in her head... a beauty in the uncertainty of their emotions, that eventually came to a head... and resulted in their marriage and the birth of their son.
And now that uncertainty came back, but Zanon's hard edged words, the way he looked at her all up in arms... bit by bit, Evras was beginning to lose her hopeful heart.
When they parted, breaths mingling together in the space between them, his eyes darkened with lust stirred the heat in her. Evras bit at her bottom lip, a moments uncertainty slipping out and showing. When he parted his lips, she waited, but the silence was unnerving. She wanted to know - what was he thinking? Would that help her in how nervous she felt? How antsy she was acting?
His question caught her off guard. Hoping the dark of the night could cover her sudden paling of her complexion, Evras's gaze darted down as if she was thinking, before she somehow managed a small smile on her lips, reminding herself of her sister's words. Trailing fingers over his soft lips, the very ones she had just kissed, the woman murmured in a tone she hoped was considered seductive. "Does it matter at this point, husband?" Allowing his hands to roam, Evras helped them in shrugging the chiton lower so her breasts were revealed, shifting her hip along with how his leg moved as she leaned closer, pressing her now bare breasts against him, "It's just you and me now... we should enjoy this moment, should we not?"
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Kissing was easy. Kissing meant she did not have to think of all her sisters reminded her, of her position now that she was the Thanasi who was married into the royal family. Of how her son would eventually face the same push and pull she has to now, and how Dion would one day get forced to choose - the exact same choice Evras did not want to make. Must she make a choice between flesh and blood? No, it wasn't something Evras wanted to do at all.
So she fell back to the one thing that was most comfortable with her husband - the one thing that had drove them in bed together, no matter how much the porcelain Thanasi female tried to resist. She tried,and failed. Like a wildfire that spread throughout her senses, like a wildflower growing in her head... a beauty in the uncertainty of their emotions, that eventually came to a head... and resulted in their marriage and the birth of their son.
And now that uncertainty came back, but Zanon's hard edged words, the way he looked at her all up in arms... bit by bit, Evras was beginning to lose her hopeful heart.
When they parted, breaths mingling together in the space between them, his eyes darkened with lust stirred the heat in her. Evras bit at her bottom lip, a moments uncertainty slipping out and showing. When he parted his lips, she waited, but the silence was unnerving. She wanted to know - what was he thinking? Would that help her in how nervous she felt? How antsy she was acting?
His question caught her off guard. Hoping the dark of the night could cover her sudden paling of her complexion, Evras's gaze darted down as if she was thinking, before she somehow managed a small smile on her lips, reminding herself of her sister's words. Trailing fingers over his soft lips, the very ones she had just kissed, the woman murmured in a tone she hoped was considered seductive. "Does it matter at this point, husband?" Allowing his hands to roam, Evras helped them in shrugging the chiton lower so her breasts were revealed, shifting her hip along with how his leg moved as she leaned closer, pressing her now bare breasts against him, "It's just you and me now... we should enjoy this moment, should we not?"
Kissing was easy. Kissing meant she did not have to think of all her sisters reminded her, of her position now that she was the Thanasi who was married into the royal family. Of how her son would eventually face the same push and pull she has to now, and how Dion would one day get forced to choose - the exact same choice Evras did not want to make. Must she make a choice between flesh and blood? No, it wasn't something Evras wanted to do at all.
So she fell back to the one thing that was most comfortable with her husband - the one thing that had drove them in bed together, no matter how much the porcelain Thanasi female tried to resist. She tried,and failed. Like a wildfire that spread throughout her senses, like a wildflower growing in her head... a beauty in the uncertainty of their emotions, that eventually came to a head... and resulted in their marriage and the birth of their son.
And now that uncertainty came back, but Zanon's hard edged words, the way he looked at her all up in arms... bit by bit, Evras was beginning to lose her hopeful heart.
When they parted, breaths mingling together in the space between them, his eyes darkened with lust stirred the heat in her. Evras bit at her bottom lip, a moments uncertainty slipping out and showing. When he parted his lips, she waited, but the silence was unnerving. She wanted to know - what was he thinking? Would that help her in how nervous she felt? How antsy she was acting?
His question caught her off guard. Hoping the dark of the night could cover her sudden paling of her complexion, Evras's gaze darted down as if she was thinking, before she somehow managed a small smile on her lips, reminding herself of her sister's words. Trailing fingers over his soft lips, the very ones she had just kissed, the woman murmured in a tone she hoped was considered seductive. "Does it matter at this point, husband?" Allowing his hands to roam, Evras helped them in shrugging the chiton lower so her breasts were revealed, shifting her hip along with how his leg moved as she leaned closer, pressing her now bare breasts against him, "It's just you and me now... we should enjoy this moment, should we not?"
She was tantalizing, the way she moved, touched, kissed. Everything about her was hypnotic, especially in the darkness of the room with only the glow of the moon illuminating her milky skin. He could believe almost anything like this, and that was the danger of her. Evras had played shy, certainly she had been a virgin when they first went to bed, of that he was certain, but she had that Thanasi air of secrecy and magic about her, something that could be so dangerous to a man if he allowed himself to get lost in her. But that innocence had only gone so far. She had known tricks, things he hadn’t taught her and he could only imagine it was down to her older sisters, finding ways to wrap men around their fingers capturing hearts and minds until they had what they wanted. And now they had him.
”It matters. I want to know why….what it was that made you say yes after all of the no’s.” Zanon allowed his lips to brush against her fingertips, biting on the soft pad of one of them. He ached with a need he hadn’t felt in over a month, desire heightened after being away in battle and then nearly dying in a bed. None of the women who came to their camp had been close to satisfying him, and he had to once again wonder if perhaps that was the nature of her curse. Make all others incapable of pleasing him to keep him true to only her, it certainly smacked of something Nethis would concoct with her magics and potions.
”Tell me. Remind me why I fell in love with you, and you with me.”
Her breasts against his chest were so soft and he lifted his hands to cup her bosom, lifting onto his elbows to bury his face against her. The beard that he had grown since being at war was unkempt, and it almost felt wrong the roughness of the hair scratching against her smooth skin. Zanon was burning with desire, very nearly convinced to leave off his line of questioning and just give in. If the witches were planning to murder him, he could not think of a better way to die than this.
”I’m waiting, wife.” Ignoring the pain that shot through him, he dragged them both up slightly so he could brace against the wall in a seated position. A sound of pain left his lips as he moved, his body sore and aching with each movement but the need for her driving every action. He felt he would rip himself in half for her and it was with this thought he was once again brought back to his suspicions and fears. He was not supposed to do this, not supposed to move without the physician’s assistance for fear of ripping the wound and instead of being injured losing his leg. She would drive him to self-destruction.
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She was tantalizing, the way she moved, touched, kissed. Everything about her was hypnotic, especially in the darkness of the room with only the glow of the moon illuminating her milky skin. He could believe almost anything like this, and that was the danger of her. Evras had played shy, certainly she had been a virgin when they first went to bed, of that he was certain, but she had that Thanasi air of secrecy and magic about her, something that could be so dangerous to a man if he allowed himself to get lost in her. But that innocence had only gone so far. She had known tricks, things he hadn’t taught her and he could only imagine it was down to her older sisters, finding ways to wrap men around their fingers capturing hearts and minds until they had what they wanted. And now they had him.
”It matters. I want to know why….what it was that made you say yes after all of the no’s.” Zanon allowed his lips to brush against her fingertips, biting on the soft pad of one of them. He ached with a need he hadn’t felt in over a month, desire heightened after being away in battle and then nearly dying in a bed. None of the women who came to their camp had been close to satisfying him, and he had to once again wonder if perhaps that was the nature of her curse. Make all others incapable of pleasing him to keep him true to only her, it certainly smacked of something Nethis would concoct with her magics and potions.
”Tell me. Remind me why I fell in love with you, and you with me.”
Her breasts against his chest were so soft and he lifted his hands to cup her bosom, lifting onto his elbows to bury his face against her. The beard that he had grown since being at war was unkempt, and it almost felt wrong the roughness of the hair scratching against her smooth skin. Zanon was burning with desire, very nearly convinced to leave off his line of questioning and just give in. If the witches were planning to murder him, he could not think of a better way to die than this.
”I’m waiting, wife.” Ignoring the pain that shot through him, he dragged them both up slightly so he could brace against the wall in a seated position. A sound of pain left his lips as he moved, his body sore and aching with each movement but the need for her driving every action. He felt he would rip himself in half for her and it was with this thought he was once again brought back to his suspicions and fears. He was not supposed to do this, not supposed to move without the physician’s assistance for fear of ripping the wound and instead of being injured losing his leg. She would drive him to self-destruction.
She was tantalizing, the way she moved, touched, kissed. Everything about her was hypnotic, especially in the darkness of the room with only the glow of the moon illuminating her milky skin. He could believe almost anything like this, and that was the danger of her. Evras had played shy, certainly she had been a virgin when they first went to bed, of that he was certain, but she had that Thanasi air of secrecy and magic about her, something that could be so dangerous to a man if he allowed himself to get lost in her. But that innocence had only gone so far. She had known tricks, things he hadn’t taught her and he could only imagine it was down to her older sisters, finding ways to wrap men around their fingers capturing hearts and minds until they had what they wanted. And now they had him.
”It matters. I want to know why….what it was that made you say yes after all of the no’s.” Zanon allowed his lips to brush against her fingertips, biting on the soft pad of one of them. He ached with a need he hadn’t felt in over a month, desire heightened after being away in battle and then nearly dying in a bed. None of the women who came to their camp had been close to satisfying him, and he had to once again wonder if perhaps that was the nature of her curse. Make all others incapable of pleasing him to keep him true to only her, it certainly smacked of something Nethis would concoct with her magics and potions.
”Tell me. Remind me why I fell in love with you, and you with me.”
Her breasts against his chest were so soft and he lifted his hands to cup her bosom, lifting onto his elbows to bury his face against her. The beard that he had grown since being at war was unkempt, and it almost felt wrong the roughness of the hair scratching against her smooth skin. Zanon was burning with desire, very nearly convinced to leave off his line of questioning and just give in. If the witches were planning to murder him, he could not think of a better way to die than this.
”I’m waiting, wife.” Ignoring the pain that shot through him, he dragged them both up slightly so he could brace against the wall in a seated position. A sound of pain left his lips as he moved, his body sore and aching with each movement but the need for her driving every action. He felt he would rip himself in half for her and it was with this thought he was once again brought back to his suspicions and fears. He was not supposed to do this, not supposed to move without the physician’s assistance for fear of ripping the wound and instead of being injured losing his leg. She would drive him to self-destruction.
His teeth digging into her skin made her shiver, a frisson of delight running up her spine that resulted in Evras pressing closer to her husband. Was it so bad that she wanted him? Was it wrong that she worried the longer she spent apart from Zanon, the more he would see her as a witch and not as the wife he had married, the mother to his offspring? She was a woman who had her insecurities afterall. The fact that he needed reminding as to why he fell in love with her was already tugging at her anxiety.
And as many knows, desperation leads to many wrong decisions.
She hesitated when Zanon insisted, freezing as her husband cupped the weight of her breasts in his hands. The feel of his rough beard on her smooth skin made the girl shiver, but did not help in coming up with an answer. What should she tell him? That she had done as her sister's instructed, acted as they taught her? That while she loved him, she was also absolutely hopeless at any art of seduction? That would be horrifying, not to mention it sounded like Evras just cheated her husband of what he thought was a beautifully seductive wife.
Following him as he dragged them, Evras fell forward against his chest, her knees tightening around his waist, hands bracing themselves on his chest. Biting her lips, she caught herself and tried to erase her hesitant manner, by managing to paste a smile on her lips, completely missing the slight hiss of pain Zanon emitted. Leaning forward now so her bosoms would fall right in his vicinity, Evras arched her back against him. "Because we complete each other, husband." Evras murmured, breathe ghosting across his lips, fingers trailing up his torso to curl themselves around the back of his neck. "Because you want me, just as much as I want you." She pressed in closer, nestling herself so she could feel his hardening need tucked closer to her own core, and wriggling her hip atop of it.
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His teeth digging into her skin made her shiver, a frisson of delight running up her spine that resulted in Evras pressing closer to her husband. Was it so bad that she wanted him? Was it wrong that she worried the longer she spent apart from Zanon, the more he would see her as a witch and not as the wife he had married, the mother to his offspring? She was a woman who had her insecurities afterall. The fact that he needed reminding as to why he fell in love with her was already tugging at her anxiety.
And as many knows, desperation leads to many wrong decisions.
She hesitated when Zanon insisted, freezing as her husband cupped the weight of her breasts in his hands. The feel of his rough beard on her smooth skin made the girl shiver, but did not help in coming up with an answer. What should she tell him? That she had done as her sister's instructed, acted as they taught her? That while she loved him, she was also absolutely hopeless at any art of seduction? That would be horrifying, not to mention it sounded like Evras just cheated her husband of what he thought was a beautifully seductive wife.
Following him as he dragged them, Evras fell forward against his chest, her knees tightening around his waist, hands bracing themselves on his chest. Biting her lips, she caught herself and tried to erase her hesitant manner, by managing to paste a smile on her lips, completely missing the slight hiss of pain Zanon emitted. Leaning forward now so her bosoms would fall right in his vicinity, Evras arched her back against him. "Because we complete each other, husband." Evras murmured, breathe ghosting across his lips, fingers trailing up his torso to curl themselves around the back of his neck. "Because you want me, just as much as I want you." She pressed in closer, nestling herself so she could feel his hardening need tucked closer to her own core, and wriggling her hip atop of it.
His teeth digging into her skin made her shiver, a frisson of delight running up her spine that resulted in Evras pressing closer to her husband. Was it so bad that she wanted him? Was it wrong that she worried the longer she spent apart from Zanon, the more he would see her as a witch and not as the wife he had married, the mother to his offspring? She was a woman who had her insecurities afterall. The fact that he needed reminding as to why he fell in love with her was already tugging at her anxiety.
And as many knows, desperation leads to many wrong decisions.
She hesitated when Zanon insisted, freezing as her husband cupped the weight of her breasts in his hands. The feel of his rough beard on her smooth skin made the girl shiver, but did not help in coming up with an answer. What should she tell him? That she had done as her sister's instructed, acted as they taught her? That while she loved him, she was also absolutely hopeless at any art of seduction? That would be horrifying, not to mention it sounded like Evras just cheated her husband of what he thought was a beautifully seductive wife.
Following him as he dragged them, Evras fell forward against his chest, her knees tightening around his waist, hands bracing themselves on his chest. Biting her lips, she caught herself and tried to erase her hesitant manner, by managing to paste a smile on her lips, completely missing the slight hiss of pain Zanon emitted. Leaning forward now so her bosoms would fall right in his vicinity, Evras arched her back against him. "Because we complete each other, husband." Evras murmured, breathe ghosting across his lips, fingers trailing up his torso to curl themselves around the back of his neck. "Because you want me, just as much as I want you." She pressed in closer, nestling herself so she could feel his hardening need tucked closer to her own core, and wriggling her hip atop of it.
Her subtle freezing was not missed, and he dropped his hands to grip at her hips as she once again shifted against him in a way that cause him pain and effectively draw him from any thoughts of pleasure. Grunting as he tried to lift her off of him halfheartedly, he looked up at her, eyes cooling from any heat that he had been feeling as he felt his heart turn to stone against her. None of her words meant anything, it was all empty excuses. Proving his worst fears that she was merely a puppet. He should have known when she stumbled into his path so conveniently that day at the theatre, she had been there with her sisters who no doubt had been plotting to throw her in his path, perhaps one of them had even pushed her quite literally into his arms that day.
”That’s not good enough.”
With what strength he had after being on bed rest for so long, the second prince gripped his wife by the hips and tried to haul her off of him, grimacing in pain and biting a cry between his teeth so as not to sound weak. She was here to kill him, slowly but surely she was going to destroy him if he couldn’t stop her first. Struggling to sit himself upright in spite of the agony that he was in after shoving her away, Zanon glared over at her in defense of any of her reactions to him.
”You lie. You’ve lied since the beginning. The rumors and whispers about your family, I’ve ignored them for so long but now I have seen it. I understand it.” His hand went to a dagger that he kept by his pillow though he didn’t draw it yet, only wanting it close in case she tried to work some spell or harm him in his weakened state. His body and mind held mixed messages and he glared at her as if it was all her fault, because in his view it was. Everything that had happened, from his distractions on the battlefield to the reason why they had no other children, it was all through her witchcraft. She’d gotten a son from him, no doubt also through magic, and now a half Thanasi prince stood as the closest heir to the throne if the elder men of Kotas died. One step closer to achieving what the entire family desired. There was a reason the Kotas had kept the Thanasi at a distance, and he had been the one to break that boundary, the one who invited one of them into his bed, his home, his life.
This was all Nethis, it stank of her planning and schemes, from throwing her youngest sister into his bed to trying to seduce his older brother. For the first time in his life, he hated his wife and son. They were the family that he had been tricked into having, not what he should have.
”Get out. I don’t want you here.”
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Her subtle freezing was not missed, and he dropped his hands to grip at her hips as she once again shifted against him in a way that cause him pain and effectively draw him from any thoughts of pleasure. Grunting as he tried to lift her off of him halfheartedly, he looked up at her, eyes cooling from any heat that he had been feeling as he felt his heart turn to stone against her. None of her words meant anything, it was all empty excuses. Proving his worst fears that she was merely a puppet. He should have known when she stumbled into his path so conveniently that day at the theatre, she had been there with her sisters who no doubt had been plotting to throw her in his path, perhaps one of them had even pushed her quite literally into his arms that day.
”That’s not good enough.”
With what strength he had after being on bed rest for so long, the second prince gripped his wife by the hips and tried to haul her off of him, grimacing in pain and biting a cry between his teeth so as not to sound weak. She was here to kill him, slowly but surely she was going to destroy him if he couldn’t stop her first. Struggling to sit himself upright in spite of the agony that he was in after shoving her away, Zanon glared over at her in defense of any of her reactions to him.
”You lie. You’ve lied since the beginning. The rumors and whispers about your family, I’ve ignored them for so long but now I have seen it. I understand it.” His hand went to a dagger that he kept by his pillow though he didn’t draw it yet, only wanting it close in case she tried to work some spell or harm him in his weakened state. His body and mind held mixed messages and he glared at her as if it was all her fault, because in his view it was. Everything that had happened, from his distractions on the battlefield to the reason why they had no other children, it was all through her witchcraft. She’d gotten a son from him, no doubt also through magic, and now a half Thanasi prince stood as the closest heir to the throne if the elder men of Kotas died. One step closer to achieving what the entire family desired. There was a reason the Kotas had kept the Thanasi at a distance, and he had been the one to break that boundary, the one who invited one of them into his bed, his home, his life.
This was all Nethis, it stank of her planning and schemes, from throwing her youngest sister into his bed to trying to seduce his older brother. For the first time in his life, he hated his wife and son. They were the family that he had been tricked into having, not what he should have.
”Get out. I don’t want you here.”
Her subtle freezing was not missed, and he dropped his hands to grip at her hips as she once again shifted against him in a way that cause him pain and effectively draw him from any thoughts of pleasure. Grunting as he tried to lift her off of him halfheartedly, he looked up at her, eyes cooling from any heat that he had been feeling as he felt his heart turn to stone against her. None of her words meant anything, it was all empty excuses. Proving his worst fears that she was merely a puppet. He should have known when she stumbled into his path so conveniently that day at the theatre, she had been there with her sisters who no doubt had been plotting to throw her in his path, perhaps one of them had even pushed her quite literally into his arms that day.
”That’s not good enough.”
With what strength he had after being on bed rest for so long, the second prince gripped his wife by the hips and tried to haul her off of him, grimacing in pain and biting a cry between his teeth so as not to sound weak. She was here to kill him, slowly but surely she was going to destroy him if he couldn’t stop her first. Struggling to sit himself upright in spite of the agony that he was in after shoving her away, Zanon glared over at her in defense of any of her reactions to him.
”You lie. You’ve lied since the beginning. The rumors and whispers about your family, I’ve ignored them for so long but now I have seen it. I understand it.” His hand went to a dagger that he kept by his pillow though he didn’t draw it yet, only wanting it close in case she tried to work some spell or harm him in his weakened state. His body and mind held mixed messages and he glared at her as if it was all her fault, because in his view it was. Everything that had happened, from his distractions on the battlefield to the reason why they had no other children, it was all through her witchcraft. She’d gotten a son from him, no doubt also through magic, and now a half Thanasi prince stood as the closest heir to the throne if the elder men of Kotas died. One step closer to achieving what the entire family desired. There was a reason the Kotas had kept the Thanasi at a distance, and he had been the one to break that boundary, the one who invited one of them into his bed, his home, his life.
This was all Nethis, it stank of her planning and schemes, from throwing her youngest sister into his bed to trying to seduce his older brother. For the first time in his life, he hated his wife and son. They were the family that he had been tricked into having, not what he should have.
”Get out. I don’t want you here.”
Not... good enough?
His words shocked her. Enough that it made Evras freeze in her tracks, that even with what little strength Zanon had, he managed to topple the slight woman he would call his wife away, hauling her off, putting her off balance that as he moved her, Evras had to shoot her arms out to catch her balance, which effectively meant she would fall to her side, and off the bed, on her knees to the ground.
When she finally picked herself up off the ground to which Zanon had pushed her to, all she saw as gritted teeth, and the flash of her husband's hands going to a dagger, sheathed yet shiny enough that she could see glinting by his pillow in the dim light of his chambers.
Evras was taken aback. What had come upon her husband? Had she been too forward? Or was it the remedies that the physicians had been feeding him that was now making him hallucinate? The pale Thanasi brought a hand to her chest in an image that seem feigned, but was not. The young woman was quite genuinely surprised at the glare of her husband - harsh and unforgiving, the kind Evras had never seen before directed at her. Oh she's seen her husband's harsher side directed at many before - but never on her.
Not till tonight.
He called her a liar. Just like everyone else in the city of Midas, and the kingdom of Colchis. Everyone believed them to be witches. A smear against the family name that Evras had grown up embracing. She turned cold, looked like an ice princess, all because she believed that in doing so, she could protect herself. That she did not need anyone else - her siblings understood her. They went through the same experience. It was why the Thanasi siblings remained so close, for they were all cut from the same cloth, and had to endure the same rumors and whispers. They understood each other.
And for a time, Evras had thought Zanon understood her too. That he saw past the whispers and rumors that surrounded her family to believe her, to see her and who she was beneath the veener she had to coat herself in to be part of the Thanasi siblings, the middle child, and the youngest sister. She had married him believing that he had infinite trust in her, bore his son, joined his family, lived his life.
She had thought wrong.
Her vision blurred with tears, and in a fit of anger mixed with embarrassment, Evras collected her chiton which had fallen around her waist, pulling it back up to cover her bare chest, backing away into the darkness so her estranged husband could not see the drop of a single tear down her cheek. It hurt, deeply, the way he had,in the smallest amount of words, basically banished her from his chambers. In coming days, Evras would try again, be it from the coaxing of her sisters, or her own desperation, the woman would try again, and again, until at some point she would turn bitter from all the rejection Zanon threw in her face.
But for now, she retreated, like an injured animal to lick her wounds. Evras turned on her heels, and quickly walked out of the room, closing the doors behind her, before creeping off to the room next to his. She will try again.
But not now.
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His words shocked her. Enough that it made Evras freeze in her tracks, that even with what little strength Zanon had, he managed to topple the slight woman he would call his wife away, hauling her off, putting her off balance that as he moved her, Evras had to shoot her arms out to catch her balance, which effectively meant she would fall to her side, and off the bed, on her knees to the ground.
When she finally picked herself up off the ground to which Zanon had pushed her to, all she saw as gritted teeth, and the flash of her husband's hands going to a dagger, sheathed yet shiny enough that she could see glinting by his pillow in the dim light of his chambers.
Evras was taken aback. What had come upon her husband? Had she been too forward? Or was it the remedies that the physicians had been feeding him that was now making him hallucinate? The pale Thanasi brought a hand to her chest in an image that seem feigned, but was not. The young woman was quite genuinely surprised at the glare of her husband - harsh and unforgiving, the kind Evras had never seen before directed at her. Oh she's seen her husband's harsher side directed at many before - but never on her.
Not till tonight.
He called her a liar. Just like everyone else in the city of Midas, and the kingdom of Colchis. Everyone believed them to be witches. A smear against the family name that Evras had grown up embracing. She turned cold, looked like an ice princess, all because she believed that in doing so, she could protect herself. That she did not need anyone else - her siblings understood her. They went through the same experience. It was why the Thanasi siblings remained so close, for they were all cut from the same cloth, and had to endure the same rumors and whispers. They understood each other.
And for a time, Evras had thought Zanon understood her too. That he saw past the whispers and rumors that surrounded her family to believe her, to see her and who she was beneath the veener she had to coat herself in to be part of the Thanasi siblings, the middle child, and the youngest sister. She had married him believing that he had infinite trust in her, bore his son, joined his family, lived his life.
She had thought wrong.
Her vision blurred with tears, and in a fit of anger mixed with embarrassment, Evras collected her chiton which had fallen around her waist, pulling it back up to cover her bare chest, backing away into the darkness so her estranged husband could not see the drop of a single tear down her cheek. It hurt, deeply, the way he had,in the smallest amount of words, basically banished her from his chambers. In coming days, Evras would try again, be it from the coaxing of her sisters, or her own desperation, the woman would try again, and again, until at some point she would turn bitter from all the rejection Zanon threw in her face.
But for now, she retreated, like an injured animal to lick her wounds. Evras turned on her heels, and quickly walked out of the room, closing the doors behind her, before creeping off to the room next to his. She will try again.
But not now.
Not... good enough?
His words shocked her. Enough that it made Evras freeze in her tracks, that even with what little strength Zanon had, he managed to topple the slight woman he would call his wife away, hauling her off, putting her off balance that as he moved her, Evras had to shoot her arms out to catch her balance, which effectively meant she would fall to her side, and off the bed, on her knees to the ground.
When she finally picked herself up off the ground to which Zanon had pushed her to, all she saw as gritted teeth, and the flash of her husband's hands going to a dagger, sheathed yet shiny enough that she could see glinting by his pillow in the dim light of his chambers.
Evras was taken aback. What had come upon her husband? Had she been too forward? Or was it the remedies that the physicians had been feeding him that was now making him hallucinate? The pale Thanasi brought a hand to her chest in an image that seem feigned, but was not. The young woman was quite genuinely surprised at the glare of her husband - harsh and unforgiving, the kind Evras had never seen before directed at her. Oh she's seen her husband's harsher side directed at many before - but never on her.
Not till tonight.
He called her a liar. Just like everyone else in the city of Midas, and the kingdom of Colchis. Everyone believed them to be witches. A smear against the family name that Evras had grown up embracing. She turned cold, looked like an ice princess, all because she believed that in doing so, she could protect herself. That she did not need anyone else - her siblings understood her. They went through the same experience. It was why the Thanasi siblings remained so close, for they were all cut from the same cloth, and had to endure the same rumors and whispers. They understood each other.
And for a time, Evras had thought Zanon understood her too. That he saw past the whispers and rumors that surrounded her family to believe her, to see her and who she was beneath the veener she had to coat herself in to be part of the Thanasi siblings, the middle child, and the youngest sister. She had married him believing that he had infinite trust in her, bore his son, joined his family, lived his life.
She had thought wrong.
Her vision blurred with tears, and in a fit of anger mixed with embarrassment, Evras collected her chiton which had fallen around her waist, pulling it back up to cover her bare chest, backing away into the darkness so her estranged husband could not see the drop of a single tear down her cheek. It hurt, deeply, the way he had,in the smallest amount of words, basically banished her from his chambers. In coming days, Evras would try again, be it from the coaxing of her sisters, or her own desperation, the woman would try again, and again, until at some point she would turn bitter from all the rejection Zanon threw in her face.
But for now, she retreated, like an injured animal to lick her wounds. Evras turned on her heels, and quickly walked out of the room, closing the doors behind her, before creeping off to the room next to his. She will try again.
