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The night before weighed heavily on Iris' mind. Queen Persephone and her entourage arriving at her home had not been something that Iris had expected. Not in a million years. She had known that Persephone had likely been alive, but it was all such a shock to the system that Iris still didn't know how to feel about it. She was immensely happy that her queen was alive, well, even seemingly happy with the Dimitrou lord that also inhabited the halls of Archontiko Demetra. How long that happiness would be allowed to last, Iris didn't know, nor did she ask. It was not her place and she had said her piece the night before.
It would all be left at that, and whatever Persephone chose to do, Iris would be forced to support. She only hoped that the queen would make the most sensible choice with the least number of casualties involved. Iris hoped that neither she nor her husband or step-daughter would be among those casualties, especially if Lord Stravos found it in him to seek revenge for what Iris was now doing.
Sheltering his enemies.
The baroness had risen early that morning, laying with Phillipa in the middle and her husband on the other side of her step-daughter. It was the perfect opportunity to sneak out of bed before either of them woke to go about her duties. There had been a few additional people who had come with Persephone, and Iris needed to ensure that both of them had clothing and breakfast. The servants were already up and cooking, which was perfect. Iris dressed quickly and quietly, slipping out of her rooms, only to be met with Acantha's presence.
"Good morning, my lady," Acantha said softly, taking Iris' arm in her own while they walked together down the hall. Iris gave her a weak smile, her brows furrowed in deep thought.
"Good morning, Acantha," Iris started, a sigh passing her lips. "Our guest had a few additional people who came with her last night. I need to make sure that both of them have clothing and food this morning. Could you find me one of my father's old chitons? The girl is almost my size, so I'll take care of her," Iris said calmly, honestly ready to just get to work rather than mince words. "Also, inform Gaios to be ready to sit down in no less than an hour," she cast the words over her shoulders as she left Acantha behind.
Acantha didn't need to be told to go, she just did. That was the wonder of having such a resourceful and well-trained lady-in-waiting. Her friend would have jumped off a cliff if Iris had told her, and it was not all orders and work for the two of them. At least not usually. But the flurry within the home left them both little time to relax. Iris trailed down into the home, meeting the laundress with a request for one of her own gowns that she knew to have been cleaned the day before. With it neatly folded and passed into her hands, Iris then climbed back to the kitchens to order one of the servants to the additional quarters with food for Demetrius and Olena.
By then, Acantha had met her with a chiton for Demetrius and Iris and the lady-in-waiting were trailing back through the house to the rooms that they always reserved for guests.
Iris' knuckles wrapped on Demetrius' door, her arms full of clothing and a few questions on her mind to ensure that they had everything they would nee for the entirety of their stay.
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The night before weighed heavily on Iris' mind. Queen Persephone and her entourage arriving at her home had not been something that Iris had expected. Not in a million years. She had known that Persephone had likely been alive, but it was all such a shock to the system that Iris still didn't know how to feel about it. She was immensely happy that her queen was alive, well, even seemingly happy with the Dimitrou lord that also inhabited the halls of Archontiko Demetra. How long that happiness would be allowed to last, Iris didn't know, nor did she ask. It was not her place and she had said her piece the night before.
It would all be left at that, and whatever Persephone chose to do, Iris would be forced to support. She only hoped that the queen would make the most sensible choice with the least number of casualties involved. Iris hoped that neither she nor her husband or step-daughter would be among those casualties, especially if Lord Stravos found it in him to seek revenge for what Iris was now doing.
Sheltering his enemies.
The baroness had risen early that morning, laying with Phillipa in the middle and her husband on the other side of her step-daughter. It was the perfect opportunity to sneak out of bed before either of them woke to go about her duties. There had been a few additional people who had come with Persephone, and Iris needed to ensure that both of them had clothing and breakfast. The servants were already up and cooking, which was perfect. Iris dressed quickly and quietly, slipping out of her rooms, only to be met with Acantha's presence.
"Good morning, my lady," Acantha said softly, taking Iris' arm in her own while they walked together down the hall. Iris gave her a weak smile, her brows furrowed in deep thought.
"Good morning, Acantha," Iris started, a sigh passing her lips. "Our guest had a few additional people who came with her last night. I need to make sure that both of them have clothing and food this morning. Could you find me one of my father's old chitons? The girl is almost my size, so I'll take care of her," Iris said calmly, honestly ready to just get to work rather than mince words. "Also, inform Gaios to be ready to sit down in no less than an hour," she cast the words over her shoulders as she left Acantha behind.
Acantha didn't need to be told to go, she just did. That was the wonder of having such a resourceful and well-trained lady-in-waiting. Her friend would have jumped off a cliff if Iris had told her, and it was not all orders and work for the two of them. At least not usually. But the flurry within the home left them both little time to relax. Iris trailed down into the home, meeting the laundress with a request for one of her own gowns that she knew to have been cleaned the day before. With it neatly folded and passed into her hands, Iris then climbed back to the kitchens to order one of the servants to the additional quarters with food for Demetrius and Olena.
By then, Acantha had met her with a chiton for Demetrius and Iris and the lady-in-waiting were trailing back through the house to the rooms that they always reserved for guests.
Iris' knuckles wrapped on Demetrius' door, her arms full of clothing and a few questions on her mind to ensure that they had everything they would nee for the entirety of their stay.
The night before weighed heavily on Iris' mind. Queen Persephone and her entourage arriving at her home had not been something that Iris had expected. Not in a million years. She had known that Persephone had likely been alive, but it was all such a shock to the system that Iris still didn't know how to feel about it. She was immensely happy that her queen was alive, well, even seemingly happy with the Dimitrou lord that also inhabited the halls of Archontiko Demetra. How long that happiness would be allowed to last, Iris didn't know, nor did she ask. It was not her place and she had said her piece the night before.
It would all be left at that, and whatever Persephone chose to do, Iris would be forced to support. She only hoped that the queen would make the most sensible choice with the least number of casualties involved. Iris hoped that neither she nor her husband or step-daughter would be among those casualties, especially if Lord Stravos found it in him to seek revenge for what Iris was now doing.
Sheltering his enemies.
The baroness had risen early that morning, laying with Phillipa in the middle and her husband on the other side of her step-daughter. It was the perfect opportunity to sneak out of bed before either of them woke to go about her duties. There had been a few additional people who had come with Persephone, and Iris needed to ensure that both of them had clothing and breakfast. The servants were already up and cooking, which was perfect. Iris dressed quickly and quietly, slipping out of her rooms, only to be met with Acantha's presence.
"Good morning, my lady," Acantha said softly, taking Iris' arm in her own while they walked together down the hall. Iris gave her a weak smile, her brows furrowed in deep thought.
"Good morning, Acantha," Iris started, a sigh passing her lips. "Our guest had a few additional people who came with her last night. I need to make sure that both of them have clothing and food this morning. Could you find me one of my father's old chitons? The girl is almost my size, so I'll take care of her," Iris said calmly, honestly ready to just get to work rather than mince words. "Also, inform Gaios to be ready to sit down in no less than an hour," she cast the words over her shoulders as she left Acantha behind.
Acantha didn't need to be told to go, she just did. That was the wonder of having such a resourceful and well-trained lady-in-waiting. Her friend would have jumped off a cliff if Iris had told her, and it was not all orders and work for the two of them. At least not usually. But the flurry within the home left them both little time to relax. Iris trailed down into the home, meeting the laundress with a request for one of her own gowns that she knew to have been cleaned the day before. With it neatly folded and passed into her hands, Iris then climbed back to the kitchens to order one of the servants to the additional quarters with food for Demetrius and Olena.
By then, Acantha had met her with a chiton for Demetrius and Iris and the lady-in-waiting were trailing back through the house to the rooms that they always reserved for guests.
Iris' knuckles wrapped on Demetrius' door, her arms full of clothing and a few questions on her mind to ensure that they had everything they would nee for the entirety of their stay.
Ever since their return to Athenia, Dima had felt as if he was constantly looking over his shoulder. Afraid someone would recognize him, he'd begun to allow what little facial hair he could muster to gather in an attempt to slow that eventuality. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to be able to point him out as one of the gladiators who had been at the palace the night of the attack, or to be confronted by someone who believed they could still purchase him and his abilities in front of Olena. She knew what he'd done for a living, of course, that hadn't been a secret kept from her, but he didn't want her to know him as that man, preferring to rebuild the Dima he was in freedom with her.
Olena had gone to avail herself of a bath, making a brave venture on her own that was only adding to his anxiety. He didn't like being away from her for any length of time, even if he knew exactly where she was. If someone saw her and recognized any marks of slavery on her body who knew what lengths they might go to for some coin that such as she would fetch. He'd nearly made up his mind to find her when a knock on the door propelled him forward in any case.
Planning to simply beg off whatever duty it was that Iason had, for he couldn't think of who else would come to their door though the queen herself had tended to him in the past, Dima was instead looking at their hostess and a few other women carrying armfuls of...things.
His mind had gone blank on how to properly address the woman before him, and he was sure he looked for a moment like a fish that had been caught out of water before deciding the safest thing to do was bow. "Ah, good morning...my lady." The hesitation was notable, and he felt a sort of heat of discomfort slipping through his chest as if trying to make him physically squirm.
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Ever since their return to Athenia, Dima had felt as if he was constantly looking over his shoulder. Afraid someone would recognize him, he'd begun to allow what little facial hair he could muster to gather in an attempt to slow that eventuality. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to be able to point him out as one of the gladiators who had been at the palace the night of the attack, or to be confronted by someone who believed they could still purchase him and his abilities in front of Olena. She knew what he'd done for a living, of course, that hadn't been a secret kept from her, but he didn't want her to know him as that man, preferring to rebuild the Dima he was in freedom with her.
Olena had gone to avail herself of a bath, making a brave venture on her own that was only adding to his anxiety. He didn't like being away from her for any length of time, even if he knew exactly where she was. If someone saw her and recognized any marks of slavery on her body who knew what lengths they might go to for some coin that such as she would fetch. He'd nearly made up his mind to find her when a knock on the door propelled him forward in any case.
Planning to simply beg off whatever duty it was that Iason had, for he couldn't think of who else would come to their door though the queen herself had tended to him in the past, Dima was instead looking at their hostess and a few other women carrying armfuls of...things.
His mind had gone blank on how to properly address the woman before him, and he was sure he looked for a moment like a fish that had been caught out of water before deciding the safest thing to do was bow. "Ah, good morning...my lady." The hesitation was notable, and he felt a sort of heat of discomfort slipping through his chest as if trying to make him physically squirm.
Ever since their return to Athenia, Dima had felt as if he was constantly looking over his shoulder. Afraid someone would recognize him, he'd begun to allow what little facial hair he could muster to gather in an attempt to slow that eventuality. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to be able to point him out as one of the gladiators who had been at the palace the night of the attack, or to be confronted by someone who believed they could still purchase him and his abilities in front of Olena. She knew what he'd done for a living, of course, that hadn't been a secret kept from her, but he didn't want her to know him as that man, preferring to rebuild the Dima he was in freedom with her.
Olena had gone to avail herself of a bath, making a brave venture on her own that was only adding to his anxiety. He didn't like being away from her for any length of time, even if he knew exactly where she was. If someone saw her and recognized any marks of slavery on her body who knew what lengths they might go to for some coin that such as she would fetch. He'd nearly made up his mind to find her when a knock on the door propelled him forward in any case.
Planning to simply beg off whatever duty it was that Iason had, for he couldn't think of who else would come to their door though the queen herself had tended to him in the past, Dima was instead looking at their hostess and a few other women carrying armfuls of...things.
His mind had gone blank on how to properly address the woman before him, and he was sure he looked for a moment like a fish that had been caught out of water before deciding the safest thing to do was bow. "Ah, good morning...my lady." The hesitation was notable, and he felt a sort of heat of discomfort slipping through his chest as if trying to make him physically squirm.
Iris was not at all surprised to see Demetrius answer the door. She hadn't expected either of them, but one or the other was no surprise at all. Giving the man a small nod of her head and lifting her brow at the awkward greeting, a smile started to form on the woman's lips. "Good morning, Demetrius," Iris greeted slowly, giving him a once over with her eyes and then motioning to the clothing and linens that she and Acantha were carrying between them.
"The rains were so heavy last night that I wanted to be sure you and Olena had something warmer to wear today. As well as extra blankets. The forest starts to grow a little chilly this time of year," Iris murmured calmly, offering the man the armful of linens that she was carrying herself. "There are a few chitons in this pile for you, if you like them. They were my father's and I have no further need of them if you were to keep them. The same is to be said of some of my chiton's for Olena," the woman was murmuring softly, thoughs he made no actual motion to push the linens into the man's arms.
Wishing to be a good host to the people who had brought their queen back to Athenia, Iris was willing to offer up anything and everything that would ensure that everyone was comfortable. "If you wish it, there is food in the dining room. I'll make sure its refreshed throughout the day so eat at your leisure," Iris added as an afterthought. Then, glancing behind him at the door, she glanced down the hall. "Is miss Olena not with you, Demetrius?" she asked. As far as she understood it, the two of them were inseparable, so seeing one without the other was acutely strange.
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Iris was not at all surprised to see Demetrius answer the door. She hadn't expected either of them, but one or the other was no surprise at all. Giving the man a small nod of her head and lifting her brow at the awkward greeting, a smile started to form on the woman's lips. "Good morning, Demetrius," Iris greeted slowly, giving him a once over with her eyes and then motioning to the clothing and linens that she and Acantha were carrying between them.
"The rains were so heavy last night that I wanted to be sure you and Olena had something warmer to wear today. As well as extra blankets. The forest starts to grow a little chilly this time of year," Iris murmured calmly, offering the man the armful of linens that she was carrying herself. "There are a few chitons in this pile for you, if you like them. They were my father's and I have no further need of them if you were to keep them. The same is to be said of some of my chiton's for Olena," the woman was murmuring softly, thoughs he made no actual motion to push the linens into the man's arms.
Wishing to be a good host to the people who had brought their queen back to Athenia, Iris was willing to offer up anything and everything that would ensure that everyone was comfortable. "If you wish it, there is food in the dining room. I'll make sure its refreshed throughout the day so eat at your leisure," Iris added as an afterthought. Then, glancing behind him at the door, she glanced down the hall. "Is miss Olena not with you, Demetrius?" she asked. As far as she understood it, the two of them were inseparable, so seeing one without the other was acutely strange.
Iris was not at all surprised to see Demetrius answer the door. She hadn't expected either of them, but one or the other was no surprise at all. Giving the man a small nod of her head and lifting her brow at the awkward greeting, a smile started to form on the woman's lips. "Good morning, Demetrius," Iris greeted slowly, giving him a once over with her eyes and then motioning to the clothing and linens that she and Acantha were carrying between them.
"The rains were so heavy last night that I wanted to be sure you and Olena had something warmer to wear today. As well as extra blankets. The forest starts to grow a little chilly this time of year," Iris murmured calmly, offering the man the armful of linens that she was carrying herself. "There are a few chitons in this pile for you, if you like them. They were my father's and I have no further need of them if you were to keep them. The same is to be said of some of my chiton's for Olena," the woman was murmuring softly, thoughs he made no actual motion to push the linens into the man's arms.
Wishing to be a good host to the people who had brought their queen back to Athenia, Iris was willing to offer up anything and everything that would ensure that everyone was comfortable. "If you wish it, there is food in the dining room. I'll make sure its refreshed throughout the day so eat at your leisure," Iris added as an afterthought. Then, glancing behind him at the door, she glanced down the hall. "Is miss Olena not with you, Demetrius?" she asked. As far as she understood it, the two of them were inseparable, so seeing one without the other was acutely strange.
Dima nodded at the lady's explanation, blinking as he realized he was still standing in the doorway and blocking their entrance. The room they had been given wasn't large, and their clothes from the night before were still drying before the fire. He felt a heat in his face as he realized the bed they'd shared was unkempt, his hair still tousled and his only spare clean chiton loosely belted around his waist, and hoped as Iris leaned around to look that she didn't look too closely. It wasn't as if he was ashamed of his relationship with Olena, but there was still a sense of protectiveness and secrecy that he wanted to keep her safe and hidden.
"Thank you, my lady. We appreciate your kindness."
Holding out his arms to take the load from her and stepping aside to allow her maids through to put down their own bundles, he hesitated as she asked where Olena was, making him all the more anxious that something had happened to her. "She went to seek a bath, mistress. I fear she may have gotten lost." Or stolen, taken from him again like she had been so many years ago. He didn't know these people didn't know what they wouldn't do for an extra pocket full of drachmae for returning a slave. She hadn't been freed, he'd stolen her back. There was no proof that he had that secured her freedom, or his own now he thought about it.
He moved to settle the arm load of clothing on the bed, pacing back to the door and looking back out for her before a memory of the promise he had made last night came to the forefront of his mind. The two of them had no knowledge of Greek weddings or how they would go about getting married as they wished, what was required, how they would be able to get around the question of whether or not Olena would be considered free to marry him at all. Iris was as good a person as any to ask, considering she was the lady of this place and would know the closest temple if that was required for the match to go through.
"May I ask, we wish to be married. There was no time before we left Taengea. Is it possible?"
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Dima nodded at the lady's explanation, blinking as he realized he was still standing in the doorway and blocking their entrance. The room they had been given wasn't large, and their clothes from the night before were still drying before the fire. He felt a heat in his face as he realized the bed they'd shared was unkempt, his hair still tousled and his only spare clean chiton loosely belted around his waist, and hoped as Iris leaned around to look that she didn't look too closely. It wasn't as if he was ashamed of his relationship with Olena, but there was still a sense of protectiveness and secrecy that he wanted to keep her safe and hidden.
"Thank you, my lady. We appreciate your kindness."
Holding out his arms to take the load from her and stepping aside to allow her maids through to put down their own bundles, he hesitated as she asked where Olena was, making him all the more anxious that something had happened to her. "She went to seek a bath, mistress. I fear she may have gotten lost." Or stolen, taken from him again like she had been so many years ago. He didn't know these people didn't know what they wouldn't do for an extra pocket full of drachmae for returning a slave. She hadn't been freed, he'd stolen her back. There was no proof that he had that secured her freedom, or his own now he thought about it.
He moved to settle the arm load of clothing on the bed, pacing back to the door and looking back out for her before a memory of the promise he had made last night came to the forefront of his mind. The two of them had no knowledge of Greek weddings or how they would go about getting married as they wished, what was required, how they would be able to get around the question of whether or not Olena would be considered free to marry him at all. Iris was as good a person as any to ask, considering she was the lady of this place and would know the closest temple if that was required for the match to go through.
"May I ask, we wish to be married. There was no time before we left Taengea. Is it possible?"
Dima nodded at the lady's explanation, blinking as he realized he was still standing in the doorway and blocking their entrance. The room they had been given wasn't large, and their clothes from the night before were still drying before the fire. He felt a heat in his face as he realized the bed they'd shared was unkempt, his hair still tousled and his only spare clean chiton loosely belted around his waist, and hoped as Iris leaned around to look that she didn't look too closely. It wasn't as if he was ashamed of his relationship with Olena, but there was still a sense of protectiveness and secrecy that he wanted to keep her safe and hidden.
"Thank you, my lady. We appreciate your kindness."
Holding out his arms to take the load from her and stepping aside to allow her maids through to put down their own bundles, he hesitated as she asked where Olena was, making him all the more anxious that something had happened to her. "She went to seek a bath, mistress. I fear she may have gotten lost." Or stolen, taken from him again like she had been so many years ago. He didn't know these people didn't know what they wouldn't do for an extra pocket full of drachmae for returning a slave. She hadn't been freed, he'd stolen her back. There was no proof that he had that secured her freedom, or his own now he thought about it.
He moved to settle the arm load of clothing on the bed, pacing back to the door and looking back out for her before a memory of the promise he had made last night came to the forefront of his mind. The two of them had no knowledge of Greek weddings or how they would go about getting married as they wished, what was required, how they would be able to get around the question of whether or not Olena would be considered free to marry him at all. Iris was as good a person as any to ask, considering she was the lady of this place and would know the closest temple if that was required for the match to go through.
"May I ask, we wish to be married. There was no time before we left Taengea. Is it possible?"
Iris was not one to judge any man or woman for finding their pleasure. She was the last person that could judge anyone for laying with someone they loved, for she was a woman who had lain with two such men in her lifetime. The only thing frustrating about it now was that she was married to one and enemies with another, purely by associating herself with the queen. No, her relationship with Elias had been strained long before Persephone's escape and now her return. But still, she did absently wonder, staring at the rumpled bed, whether or not Elias still even thought of her in that way anymore.
The few years of ending up back in bed with one another was a sign that, yes, perhaps. But she didn't really want to think about it anymore. She had Aimias, and that pleased her beyond words. Stepping slightly aside so that the servants could bring in the other supplies for Dima, Iris pressed her hands delicately behind her back. Her chin was lifted and her shoulders settled at a proper height. She thought her guests to be quiet and respectful, and the little she did know about both of them was that they were not greek and Queen Persephone trusted both of them.
Honestly, what a time to not be greek. She would have given quite a bit not to be caught in the middle of any sort of drama between houses. Then again, she would never go back on her word nor her friendship with her queen. Iris had seen enough of what Elias was capable of and she wasn't inclined to witness more if she could help it. "I can send a servant out to try and direct her," she noted, nodding at one of the girls who immediately rushed off.
But Dima's question blindsided Iris and she paused, her green eyes a little calculating. "That is a permission that must be granted by the queen," she said slowly at first, "As you both serve her. However, should she give her blessing, it is an event that I could surely make happen. It will be such a bright thing to have a second wedding here in so short a time," Iris said, a smile tilting the corners of her mouth. "Though, I am… aware you are not Greek. Would you rather not marry to the customs of your own kingdom?" Iris asked, the quiet offer standing to potentially weave some of their home into whatever ceremonies she could perform for them.
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Iris was not one to judge any man or woman for finding their pleasure. She was the last person that could judge anyone for laying with someone they loved, for she was a woman who had lain with two such men in her lifetime. The only thing frustrating about it now was that she was married to one and enemies with another, purely by associating herself with the queen. No, her relationship with Elias had been strained long before Persephone's escape and now her return. But still, she did absently wonder, staring at the rumpled bed, whether or not Elias still even thought of her in that way anymore.
The few years of ending up back in bed with one another was a sign that, yes, perhaps. But she didn't really want to think about it anymore. She had Aimias, and that pleased her beyond words. Stepping slightly aside so that the servants could bring in the other supplies for Dima, Iris pressed her hands delicately behind her back. Her chin was lifted and her shoulders settled at a proper height. She thought her guests to be quiet and respectful, and the little she did know about both of them was that they were not greek and Queen Persephone trusted both of them.
Honestly, what a time to not be greek. She would have given quite a bit not to be caught in the middle of any sort of drama between houses. Then again, she would never go back on her word nor her friendship with her queen. Iris had seen enough of what Elias was capable of and she wasn't inclined to witness more if she could help it. "I can send a servant out to try and direct her," she noted, nodding at one of the girls who immediately rushed off.
But Dima's question blindsided Iris and she paused, her green eyes a little calculating. "That is a permission that must be granted by the queen," she said slowly at first, "As you both serve her. However, should she give her blessing, it is an event that I could surely make happen. It will be such a bright thing to have a second wedding here in so short a time," Iris said, a smile tilting the corners of her mouth. "Though, I am… aware you are not Greek. Would you rather not marry to the customs of your own kingdom?" Iris asked, the quiet offer standing to potentially weave some of their home into whatever ceremonies she could perform for them.
Iris was not one to judge any man or woman for finding their pleasure. She was the last person that could judge anyone for laying with someone they loved, for she was a woman who had lain with two such men in her lifetime. The only thing frustrating about it now was that she was married to one and enemies with another, purely by associating herself with the queen. No, her relationship with Elias had been strained long before Persephone's escape and now her return. But still, she did absently wonder, staring at the rumpled bed, whether or not Elias still even thought of her in that way anymore.
The few years of ending up back in bed with one another was a sign that, yes, perhaps. But she didn't really want to think about it anymore. She had Aimias, and that pleased her beyond words. Stepping slightly aside so that the servants could bring in the other supplies for Dima, Iris pressed her hands delicately behind her back. Her chin was lifted and her shoulders settled at a proper height. She thought her guests to be quiet and respectful, and the little she did know about both of them was that they were not greek and Queen Persephone trusted both of them.
Honestly, what a time to not be greek. She would have given quite a bit not to be caught in the middle of any sort of drama between houses. Then again, she would never go back on her word nor her friendship with her queen. Iris had seen enough of what Elias was capable of and she wasn't inclined to witness more if she could help it. "I can send a servant out to try and direct her," she noted, nodding at one of the girls who immediately rushed off.
But Dima's question blindsided Iris and she paused, her green eyes a little calculating. "That is a permission that must be granted by the queen," she said slowly at first, "As you both serve her. However, should she give her blessing, it is an event that I could surely make happen. It will be such a bright thing to have a second wedding here in so short a time," Iris said, a smile tilting the corners of her mouth. "Though, I am… aware you are not Greek. Would you rather not marry to the customs of your own kingdom?" Iris asked, the quiet offer standing to potentially weave some of their home into whatever ceremonies she could perform for them.
Dima nodded, relief showing clear on his face as one of the maids ducked out to search for Olena. The sooner she was back by his side the better, he barely felt at ease without her near and wondered if that would be a permanent feeling after the time they had been forced apart, or if it would ever fade. He would have to eventually become comfortable with her going about her daily duties, especially if she was to serve the queen, but he had no desire to be without her for any length of time still.
Iris' pause had his cheeks warming, afraid he had somehow offended or said the wrong thing. He hadn't even considered that they would need the permission of the queen to marry, but he supposed it made sense. If they were going to continue to serve her then her permission would be required, and if for whatever reason she denied them there was no reason he would not leave as soon as Olena came back. But there should be no reason for that. Lord Iason at least would speak on his behalf, and it would be better if they were married to preserve any reputations.
As Iris continued though he felt a smile slowly come to his lips. He didn't know what other wedding might have taken place, but if there was any joy to be taken from these Greeks at the union of two foreigners, he would be happy to share the day with them. Even if it would never be anything like it was supposed to be. Her kindness sent a pang through his chest that she couldn't understand, a hole that would perhaps always be present, but especially now. Giving a bow of his head in thanks, he could not hide the sadness in his eyes though he attempted to keep his focus on the ground.
"Thank you, my lady. I shall speak to the queen when I am able." Swallowing a bubble of emotion, he shook his head before finally looking up to the lady again. "It would be impossible, I am afraid. Our customs require the involvement of family and village. Our village is no more, and our families burned with it."
There was a set to his jaw as he thought back for the second time in as many days about the cruelty of losing not only family and home, but the chance to be wed and share the customs they had been planning for since birth. He probably should have said less, not mentioned death and destruction to such a highborn lady. Especially one who might be oblivious to the horrors conducted abroad in order to staff her household and provide her people entertainment in arenas and brothels. He and Olena had lost their chance to sing and dance with their families and receive their blessing on the marriage. It was only the knowledge that both sets of parents had been expecting the two of them to wed as soon as Olena was sixteen that gave him comfort to continue without it.
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Dima nodded, relief showing clear on his face as one of the maids ducked out to search for Olena. The sooner she was back by his side the better, he barely felt at ease without her near and wondered if that would be a permanent feeling after the time they had been forced apart, or if it would ever fade. He would have to eventually become comfortable with her going about her daily duties, especially if she was to serve the queen, but he had no desire to be without her for any length of time still.
Iris' pause had his cheeks warming, afraid he had somehow offended or said the wrong thing. He hadn't even considered that they would need the permission of the queen to marry, but he supposed it made sense. If they were going to continue to serve her then her permission would be required, and if for whatever reason she denied them there was no reason he would not leave as soon as Olena came back. But there should be no reason for that. Lord Iason at least would speak on his behalf, and it would be better if they were married to preserve any reputations.
As Iris continued though he felt a smile slowly come to his lips. He didn't know what other wedding might have taken place, but if there was any joy to be taken from these Greeks at the union of two foreigners, he would be happy to share the day with them. Even if it would never be anything like it was supposed to be. Her kindness sent a pang through his chest that she couldn't understand, a hole that would perhaps always be present, but especially now. Giving a bow of his head in thanks, he could not hide the sadness in his eyes though he attempted to keep his focus on the ground.
"Thank you, my lady. I shall speak to the queen when I am able." Swallowing a bubble of emotion, he shook his head before finally looking up to the lady again. "It would be impossible, I am afraid. Our customs require the involvement of family and village. Our village is no more, and our families burned with it."
There was a set to his jaw as he thought back for the second time in as many days about the cruelty of losing not only family and home, but the chance to be wed and share the customs they had been planning for since birth. He probably should have said less, not mentioned death and destruction to such a highborn lady. Especially one who might be oblivious to the horrors conducted abroad in order to staff her household and provide her people entertainment in arenas and brothels. He and Olena had lost their chance to sing and dance with their families and receive their blessing on the marriage. It was only the knowledge that both sets of parents had been expecting the two of them to wed as soon as Olena was sixteen that gave him comfort to continue without it.
Dima nodded, relief showing clear on his face as one of the maids ducked out to search for Olena. The sooner she was back by his side the better, he barely felt at ease without her near and wondered if that would be a permanent feeling after the time they had been forced apart, or if it would ever fade. He would have to eventually become comfortable with her going about her daily duties, especially if she was to serve the queen, but he had no desire to be without her for any length of time still.
Iris' pause had his cheeks warming, afraid he had somehow offended or said the wrong thing. He hadn't even considered that they would need the permission of the queen to marry, but he supposed it made sense. If they were going to continue to serve her then her permission would be required, and if for whatever reason she denied them there was no reason he would not leave as soon as Olena came back. But there should be no reason for that. Lord Iason at least would speak on his behalf, and it would be better if they were married to preserve any reputations.
As Iris continued though he felt a smile slowly come to his lips. He didn't know what other wedding might have taken place, but if there was any joy to be taken from these Greeks at the union of two foreigners, he would be happy to share the day with them. Even if it would never be anything like it was supposed to be. Her kindness sent a pang through his chest that she couldn't understand, a hole that would perhaps always be present, but especially now. Giving a bow of his head in thanks, he could not hide the sadness in his eyes though he attempted to keep his focus on the ground.
"Thank you, my lady. I shall speak to the queen when I am able." Swallowing a bubble of emotion, he shook his head before finally looking up to the lady again. "It would be impossible, I am afraid. Our customs require the involvement of family and village. Our village is no more, and our families burned with it."
There was a set to his jaw as he thought back for the second time in as many days about the cruelty of losing not only family and home, but the chance to be wed and share the customs they had been planning for since birth. He probably should have said less, not mentioned death and destruction to such a highborn lady. Especially one who might be oblivious to the horrors conducted abroad in order to staff her household and provide her people entertainment in arenas and brothels. He and Olena had lost their chance to sing and dance with their families and receive their blessing on the marriage. It was only the knowledge that both sets of parents had been expecting the two of them to wed as soon as Olena was sixteen that gave him comfort to continue without it.
Iris smiled softly as she thought through it all. Admittedly, having something to plan that was outside of the normal scheme of her day to day duties was... it would be freeing. It was something she was suddenly very much looking forward to and the lady couldn't imagine that Queen Persephone would tell the two of them no. Especially not when they were already sleeping in the same bed together without being married. In fact, it would only help Olena's case if she were to fall pregnant, and that was the line of thought that the lady was taking now.
Not to mention, she was willing to bestow such a kindness on two of the people who ensured that the queen had made it safely back to Athenia. Now, all they needed to do was ensure that she stayed safe and that their plans did not fall flat. That would ensure that all of them lived to see the next winter, summer, harvest, what have you. Her smile growing a little warmer as Dima spoke, Iris gave the man a slow, knowing nod.
"Well, Demetrius, I can assure you that this home could be your village, and we your family," Iris said softly, "If you find that you wish to incorporate even a shred of your own customs," she added, her green eyes bright with interest. "May I ask what it is that requires two such things? Maybe I might be able to twist it to fit with our own. They cannot be so different, I'm sure. Marriage is often about family and community," Iris murmured, knowing for a fact that her own marriage had been small and just encompassed her family. But that had been because her father was ailing and he was fading faster and faster by the day.
And Aimias had offered them a match of convenience that was quickly turning into more than that. If Olena and Dima felt even half of what Iris still felt for Aimias, even after ten years apart, then the two of them would do well with one another. They would be strong, side by side, and happy at that. And Iris was inclined to try and help spur such happiness if she was so able.
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Iris smiled softly as she thought through it all. Admittedly, having something to plan that was outside of the normal scheme of her day to day duties was... it would be freeing. It was something she was suddenly very much looking forward to and the lady couldn't imagine that Queen Persephone would tell the two of them no. Especially not when they were already sleeping in the same bed together without being married. In fact, it would only help Olena's case if she were to fall pregnant, and that was the line of thought that the lady was taking now.
Not to mention, she was willing to bestow such a kindness on two of the people who ensured that the queen had made it safely back to Athenia. Now, all they needed to do was ensure that she stayed safe and that their plans did not fall flat. That would ensure that all of them lived to see the next winter, summer, harvest, what have you. Her smile growing a little warmer as Dima spoke, Iris gave the man a slow, knowing nod.
"Well, Demetrius, I can assure you that this home could be your village, and we your family," Iris said softly, "If you find that you wish to incorporate even a shred of your own customs," she added, her green eyes bright with interest. "May I ask what it is that requires two such things? Maybe I might be able to twist it to fit with our own. They cannot be so different, I'm sure. Marriage is often about family and community," Iris murmured, knowing for a fact that her own marriage had been small and just encompassed her family. But that had been because her father was ailing and he was fading faster and faster by the day.
And Aimias had offered them a match of convenience that was quickly turning into more than that. If Olena and Dima felt even half of what Iris still felt for Aimias, even after ten years apart, then the two of them would do well with one another. They would be strong, side by side, and happy at that. And Iris was inclined to try and help spur such happiness if she was so able.
Iris smiled softly as she thought through it all. Admittedly, having something to plan that was outside of the normal scheme of her day to day duties was... it would be freeing. It was something she was suddenly very much looking forward to and the lady couldn't imagine that Queen Persephone would tell the two of them no. Especially not when they were already sleeping in the same bed together without being married. In fact, it would only help Olena's case if she were to fall pregnant, and that was the line of thought that the lady was taking now.
Not to mention, she was willing to bestow such a kindness on two of the people who ensured that the queen had made it safely back to Athenia. Now, all they needed to do was ensure that she stayed safe and that their plans did not fall flat. That would ensure that all of them lived to see the next winter, summer, harvest, what have you. Her smile growing a little warmer as Dima spoke, Iris gave the man a slow, knowing nod.
"Well, Demetrius, I can assure you that this home could be your village, and we your family," Iris said softly, "If you find that you wish to incorporate even a shred of your own customs," she added, her green eyes bright with interest. "May I ask what it is that requires two such things? Maybe I might be able to twist it to fit with our own. They cannot be so different, I'm sure. Marriage is often about family and community," Iris murmured, knowing for a fact that her own marriage had been small and just encompassed her family. But that had been because her father was ailing and he was fading faster and faster by the day.
And Aimias had offered them a match of convenience that was quickly turning into more than that. If Olena and Dima felt even half of what Iris still felt for Aimias, even after ten years apart, then the two of them would do well with one another. They would be strong, side by side, and happy at that. And Iris was inclined to try and help spur such happiness if she was so able.
"Thank you, my lady. You have been very kind to us both, something we have not been accustomed to for a very long time."
He would have to speak to Olena, see if she thought there would be time and supplies to create a rushnyk for them to step on. It would be the simplest tradition to carry over, without parents to bless them or ransom to pay, no siblings and friends to run through the fields with. Even finding flowers for the crown she should wear might be difficult as the seasons turned. But perhaps, this woman who had been so kind to them and their queen and lord might be able to provide them with the ability to celebrate with some meaning of their own people.
"A white cloth, and red thread if it can be obtained. We have a tradition, that the first of a couple to step on the rushnyk cloth will be head of the household." A smile turned up the corners of his lips in perhaps the least serious expression he had held in a long while. "Of course if the man is wise he allows his wife to set foot on it first." His parents had tales of how they rushed for the cloth, but Iudh had mysteriously stumbled before he could place himself properly at the head of the house. Vilya had crowed with her victory and he could picture his father's reenactment of the moment perfectly as Theron and himself laughed and her mother shook her head with a fond look escaping her attempt at disapproval.
They would have been so proud to see that after so long the promise made between families was finally being upheld. It had taken him so much longer than he had hoped it would, but they would finally and legally be tied as they had wanted for so long. There had been no adventure into the woods where they could emerge after a time hand in hand, the flower crown she had made and worn into the woods atop his own head. It would look foolish on him now, a worn soldier instead of a youth with golden curls as before, but for his bride he wanted the chance for her to wear the crown and show off her pride.
"I know it may be difficult, given the season, but for Olena...she deserves flowers in her hair. If any of those things could be provided for us, it would be more than enough." He would be indebted to Iris for anything that she was able to do for them, the kindness she offered was more than he had ever hoped or thought would be possible now. Indeed when he had first asked he had only wished to know if there would be time for a quick signing of documents, or a binding of hands before a priest, an actual celebration was above and beyond what he had been thinking and what either of them had expected.
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"Thank you, my lady. You have been very kind to us both, something we have not been accustomed to for a very long time."
He would have to speak to Olena, see if she thought there would be time and supplies to create a rushnyk for them to step on. It would be the simplest tradition to carry over, without parents to bless them or ransom to pay, no siblings and friends to run through the fields with. Even finding flowers for the crown she should wear might be difficult as the seasons turned. But perhaps, this woman who had been so kind to them and their queen and lord might be able to provide them with the ability to celebrate with some meaning of their own people.
"A white cloth, and red thread if it can be obtained. We have a tradition, that the first of a couple to step on the rushnyk cloth will be head of the household." A smile turned up the corners of his lips in perhaps the least serious expression he had held in a long while. "Of course if the man is wise he allows his wife to set foot on it first." His parents had tales of how they rushed for the cloth, but Iudh had mysteriously stumbled before he could place himself properly at the head of the house. Vilya had crowed with her victory and he could picture his father's reenactment of the moment perfectly as Theron and himself laughed and her mother shook her head with a fond look escaping her attempt at disapproval.
They would have been so proud to see that after so long the promise made between families was finally being upheld. It had taken him so much longer than he had hoped it would, but they would finally and legally be tied as they had wanted for so long. There had been no adventure into the woods where they could emerge after a time hand in hand, the flower crown she had made and worn into the woods atop his own head. It would look foolish on him now, a worn soldier instead of a youth with golden curls as before, but for his bride he wanted the chance for her to wear the crown and show off her pride.
"I know it may be difficult, given the season, but for Olena...she deserves flowers in her hair. If any of those things could be provided for us, it would be more than enough." He would be indebted to Iris for anything that she was able to do for them, the kindness she offered was more than he had ever hoped or thought would be possible now. Indeed when he had first asked he had only wished to know if there would be time for a quick signing of documents, or a binding of hands before a priest, an actual celebration was above and beyond what he had been thinking and what either of them had expected.
"Thank you, my lady. You have been very kind to us both, something we have not been accustomed to for a very long time."
He would have to speak to Olena, see if she thought there would be time and supplies to create a rushnyk for them to step on. It would be the simplest tradition to carry over, without parents to bless them or ransom to pay, no siblings and friends to run through the fields with. Even finding flowers for the crown she should wear might be difficult as the seasons turned. But perhaps, this woman who had been so kind to them and their queen and lord might be able to provide them with the ability to celebrate with some meaning of their own people.
"A white cloth, and red thread if it can be obtained. We have a tradition, that the first of a couple to step on the rushnyk cloth will be head of the household." A smile turned up the corners of his lips in perhaps the least serious expression he had held in a long while. "Of course if the man is wise he allows his wife to set foot on it first." His parents had tales of how they rushed for the cloth, but Iudh had mysteriously stumbled before he could place himself properly at the head of the house. Vilya had crowed with her victory and he could picture his father's reenactment of the moment perfectly as Theron and himself laughed and her mother shook her head with a fond look escaping her attempt at disapproval.
They would have been so proud to see that after so long the promise made between families was finally being upheld. It had taken him so much longer than he had hoped it would, but they would finally and legally be tied as they had wanted for so long. There had been no adventure into the woods where they could emerge after a time hand in hand, the flower crown she had made and worn into the woods atop his own head. It would look foolish on him now, a worn soldier instead of a youth with golden curls as before, but for his bride he wanted the chance for her to wear the crown and show off her pride.
"I know it may be difficult, given the season, but for Olena...she deserves flowers in her hair. If any of those things could be provided for us, it would be more than enough." He would be indebted to Iris for anything that she was able to do for them, the kindness she offered was more than he had ever hoped or thought would be possible now. Indeed when he had first asked he had only wished to know if there would be time for a quick signing of documents, or a binding of hands before a priest, an actual celebration was above and beyond what he had been thinking and what either of them had expected.
"We in Athenia are known for our hospitality," Iris said in a tone that was incredibly soft and welcoming toward the weathered soldier. "Some are better at it than others, and I must admit that this is my very first attempt at doing so properly," the lady said quietly, a smile gracing her lips in a way that was almost shy in nature. "My father was the hospitable one. Now that he is gone, I suppose it is up to me to uphold his traditions and the ways in which he liked to run his household. I would not want to do a disservice to him, you, or my queen if I did not at least make you an offer to help you find peace and security for the future," she murmured, tipping her head a little in gentle curiosity.
The things that Demetrius requested were so... simple. Much more humble than many of the Greecian weddings that Iris had seen performed, and been a part of. Her own married to Aimias had only been weeks prior, after all. She remembered the feeling of her own wedding day, even though it had not been born out of the love that she was now sure that she felt for her husband. It had been out of convenience and security then, but now... things were already so different.
"I feel as if Aimias would have just sat on the ground and waited for me to step on it before he even approached," she commented quietly, a smile on her features now. There was no question about who lead the household. There never had been. That had been one of Iris' terms of marrying Aimias. That he never take that control from her. It was hers and she had earned it through hard work and birthright. Some day, however, she might relent just a little and allow him more control, more hold where he had little.
The request for flowers, however, made Iris' features light with excitement. "Flowers will be no problem at all, Demetrius," Iris said slowly, "For my province is known for its fields of wildflowers just as much as it is known for its forests," her green gaze was glittering with excitement. "If you wish, I can show you where to find them and you may take your bride to be to search to her heart's content."
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"We in Athenia are known for our hospitality," Iris said in a tone that was incredibly soft and welcoming toward the weathered soldier. "Some are better at it than others, and I must admit that this is my very first attempt at doing so properly," the lady said quietly, a smile gracing her lips in a way that was almost shy in nature. "My father was the hospitable one. Now that he is gone, I suppose it is up to me to uphold his traditions and the ways in which he liked to run his household. I would not want to do a disservice to him, you, or my queen if I did not at least make you an offer to help you find peace and security for the future," she murmured, tipping her head a little in gentle curiosity.
The things that Demetrius requested were so... simple. Much more humble than many of the Greecian weddings that Iris had seen performed, and been a part of. Her own married to Aimias had only been weeks prior, after all. She remembered the feeling of her own wedding day, even though it had not been born out of the love that she was now sure that she felt for her husband. It had been out of convenience and security then, but now... things were already so different.
"I feel as if Aimias would have just sat on the ground and waited for me to step on it before he even approached," she commented quietly, a smile on her features now. There was no question about who lead the household. There never had been. That had been one of Iris' terms of marrying Aimias. That he never take that control from her. It was hers and she had earned it through hard work and birthright. Some day, however, she might relent just a little and allow him more control, more hold where he had little.
The request for flowers, however, made Iris' features light with excitement. "Flowers will be no problem at all, Demetrius," Iris said slowly, "For my province is known for its fields of wildflowers just as much as it is known for its forests," her green gaze was glittering with excitement. "If you wish, I can show you where to find them and you may take your bride to be to search to her heart's content."
"We in Athenia are known for our hospitality," Iris said in a tone that was incredibly soft and welcoming toward the weathered soldier. "Some are better at it than others, and I must admit that this is my very first attempt at doing so properly," the lady said quietly, a smile gracing her lips in a way that was almost shy in nature. "My father was the hospitable one. Now that he is gone, I suppose it is up to me to uphold his traditions and the ways in which he liked to run his household. I would not want to do a disservice to him, you, or my queen if I did not at least make you an offer to help you find peace and security for the future," she murmured, tipping her head a little in gentle curiosity.
The things that Demetrius requested were so... simple. Much more humble than many of the Greecian weddings that Iris had seen performed, and been a part of. Her own married to Aimias had only been weeks prior, after all. She remembered the feeling of her own wedding day, even though it had not been born out of the love that she was now sure that she felt for her husband. It had been out of convenience and security then, but now... things were already so different.
"I feel as if Aimias would have just sat on the ground and waited for me to step on it before he even approached," she commented quietly, a smile on her features now. There was no question about who lead the household. There never had been. That had been one of Iris' terms of marrying Aimias. That he never take that control from her. It was hers and she had earned it through hard work and birthright. Some day, however, she might relent just a little and allow him more control, more hold where he had little.
The request for flowers, however, made Iris' features light with excitement. "Flowers will be no problem at all, Demetrius," Iris said slowly, "For my province is known for its fields of wildflowers just as much as it is known for its forests," her green gaze was glittering with excitement. "If you wish, I can show you where to find them and you may take your bride to be to search to her heart's content."
A thin smile replaced his expression of relief as Iris said that Athenians were known for their hospitality. Perhaps in the noble circles they were kind to one another, but he'd been here long enough to know that they didn't care to extend any of that kindness to the lower classes. Unless they showed up serving a queen. He hoped that it was an honest offer, that she actually cared, but he wasn't naive enough to believe this was being done for him and Olena. She was making this gesture because of who they had arrived with.
"Thank you. This is the first gesture of Athenian hospitality I have received in sixteen years living here, how fitting it is your first given." His mother would have smacked him across the back of his head for his behavior, but as she was not alive to hear it thanks to the work of Greeks there was no one to stay his tongue. It was surreal to have a woman of noble birth standing here talking to him as if they were fast friends, and though he supposed talk of a wedding would do that to any woman it was still odd that Iris was still here. She could have sent a servant to do what she had, or come in and made a show before leaving quickly.
Though he was still wary, Dima softened at the excitement she showed over the need for flowers, and he couldn't help his own smile at the thought of being able to carry out at least one of the traditions from home. Perhaps they could have a morning off of their new duties, whatever those might be, to search the field for the flowers and make the crowns as they had in their village. It would make Olena smile, and that was what he desired most in the world. To see her safe and smiling.
"You are too kind, mistress. We would be grateful if you could show us the fields. It might make things easier."
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A thin smile replaced his expression of relief as Iris said that Athenians were known for their hospitality. Perhaps in the noble circles they were kind to one another, but he'd been here long enough to know that they didn't care to extend any of that kindness to the lower classes. Unless they showed up serving a queen. He hoped that it was an honest offer, that she actually cared, but he wasn't naive enough to believe this was being done for him and Olena. She was making this gesture because of who they had arrived with.
"Thank you. This is the first gesture of Athenian hospitality I have received in sixteen years living here, how fitting it is your first given." His mother would have smacked him across the back of his head for his behavior, but as she was not alive to hear it thanks to the work of Greeks there was no one to stay his tongue. It was surreal to have a woman of noble birth standing here talking to him as if they were fast friends, and though he supposed talk of a wedding would do that to any woman it was still odd that Iris was still here. She could have sent a servant to do what she had, or come in and made a show before leaving quickly.
Though he was still wary, Dima softened at the excitement she showed over the need for flowers, and he couldn't help his own smile at the thought of being able to carry out at least one of the traditions from home. Perhaps they could have a morning off of their new duties, whatever those might be, to search the field for the flowers and make the crowns as they had in their village. It would make Olena smile, and that was what he desired most in the world. To see her safe and smiling.
"You are too kind, mistress. We would be grateful if you could show us the fields. It might make things easier."
A thin smile replaced his expression of relief as Iris said that Athenians were known for their hospitality. Perhaps in the noble circles they were kind to one another, but he'd been here long enough to know that they didn't care to extend any of that kindness to the lower classes. Unless they showed up serving a queen. He hoped that it was an honest offer, that she actually cared, but he wasn't naive enough to believe this was being done for him and Olena. She was making this gesture because of who they had arrived with.
"Thank you. This is the first gesture of Athenian hospitality I have received in sixteen years living here, how fitting it is your first given." His mother would have smacked him across the back of his head for his behavior, but as she was not alive to hear it thanks to the work of Greeks there was no one to stay his tongue. It was surreal to have a woman of noble birth standing here talking to him as if they were fast friends, and though he supposed talk of a wedding would do that to any woman it was still odd that Iris was still here. She could have sent a servant to do what she had, or come in and made a show before leaving quickly.
Though he was still wary, Dima softened at the excitement she showed over the need for flowers, and he couldn't help his own smile at the thought of being able to carry out at least one of the traditions from home. Perhaps they could have a morning off of their new duties, whatever those might be, to search the field for the flowers and make the crowns as they had in their village. It would make Olena smile, and that was what he desired most in the world. To see her safe and smiling.
"You are too kind, mistress. We would be grateful if you could show us the fields. It might make things easier."
Iris was a sucker for lost people. For a moment, she remembered Calliope, thinking on her for a moment and the quiet lengths that she had gone to to try and keep her from being married off. To keep her safe and not feeling as she had been when her father had first sold her off to her husband. Calliope was gone now, but the hospitality she had shown the girl wasn't. She could only think of one person she had not been hospitable to in all of her 27 years: Lord Rafail of Marikas.
Demetrius' words had Iris pursing her lips a little tightly together, lifting an eyebrow at him with a careful hum at his declaration. "It is a shame that you had to come all the way to the country to see a proper gesture of Athenian hospitality, then," Iris commented lightly, "For I have only rejected giving one single person the care expected of me in my twenty-seven years of life. I assure you, Demetrius, I am doing this because I wish to," Iris said absently, brushing her hands down the front of her gown.
He seemed to soften, and then she did so once more, not letting the man keep her on her guard if there was no reason for it. She did not feel danger from him. If anything she felt more safe in his presence, considering the state of her home at that moment. Having Persephone here made her immensely anxious, and escaping to these lower floors to offer a kindness she would have offered anyone else was as good of a distraction as any from the strain she was feeling between her shoulder blades.
"I would be more than pleased to show them to you. The autumn fare is most prominent this time of year. Many oranges and violets to be found," she commented, "When you are ready, I will take you on foot. It is not far. When my parents built this home, my mother wished to be close to the fields," Iris amended with a soft smile. "It would make me happy to see how the two of you choose your blooms and weave your headdresses. For future reference, in case I meet more from your land."
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Iris was a sucker for lost people. For a moment, she remembered Calliope, thinking on her for a moment and the quiet lengths that she had gone to to try and keep her from being married off. To keep her safe and not feeling as she had been when her father had first sold her off to her husband. Calliope was gone now, but the hospitality she had shown the girl wasn't. She could only think of one person she had not been hospitable to in all of her 27 years: Lord Rafail of Marikas.
Demetrius' words had Iris pursing her lips a little tightly together, lifting an eyebrow at him with a careful hum at his declaration. "It is a shame that you had to come all the way to the country to see a proper gesture of Athenian hospitality, then," Iris commented lightly, "For I have only rejected giving one single person the care expected of me in my twenty-seven years of life. I assure you, Demetrius, I am doing this because I wish to," Iris said absently, brushing her hands down the front of her gown.
He seemed to soften, and then she did so once more, not letting the man keep her on her guard if there was no reason for it. She did not feel danger from him. If anything she felt more safe in his presence, considering the state of her home at that moment. Having Persephone here made her immensely anxious, and escaping to these lower floors to offer a kindness she would have offered anyone else was as good of a distraction as any from the strain she was feeling between her shoulder blades.
"I would be more than pleased to show them to you. The autumn fare is most prominent this time of year. Many oranges and violets to be found," she commented, "When you are ready, I will take you on foot. It is not far. When my parents built this home, my mother wished to be close to the fields," Iris amended with a soft smile. "It would make me happy to see how the two of you choose your blooms and weave your headdresses. For future reference, in case I meet more from your land."
Iris was a sucker for lost people. For a moment, she remembered Calliope, thinking on her for a moment and the quiet lengths that she had gone to to try and keep her from being married off. To keep her safe and not feeling as she had been when her father had first sold her off to her husband. Calliope was gone now, but the hospitality she had shown the girl wasn't. She could only think of one person she had not been hospitable to in all of her 27 years: Lord Rafail of Marikas.
Demetrius' words had Iris pursing her lips a little tightly together, lifting an eyebrow at him with a careful hum at his declaration. "It is a shame that you had to come all the way to the country to see a proper gesture of Athenian hospitality, then," Iris commented lightly, "For I have only rejected giving one single person the care expected of me in my twenty-seven years of life. I assure you, Demetrius, I am doing this because I wish to," Iris said absently, brushing her hands down the front of her gown.
He seemed to soften, and then she did so once more, not letting the man keep her on her guard if there was no reason for it. She did not feel danger from him. If anything she felt more safe in his presence, considering the state of her home at that moment. Having Persephone here made her immensely anxious, and escaping to these lower floors to offer a kindness she would have offered anyone else was as good of a distraction as any from the strain she was feeling between her shoulder blades.
"I would be more than pleased to show them to you. The autumn fare is most prominent this time of year. Many oranges and violets to be found," she commented, "When you are ready, I will take you on foot. It is not far. When my parents built this home, my mother wished to be close to the fields," Iris amended with a soft smile. "It would make me happy to see how the two of you choose your blooms and weave your headdresses. For future reference, in case I meet more from your land."
He was continually surprised by how kind this woman was. She was noble, one of many who had come to cheer at the arena while he fought another man or animal to the death or injury. Her people enjoyed watching the sport of death and yet she was offering him the kindness in sorting out a wedding ceremony. Truly Iris of Argyris was a singular woman, and a singular noble. As they both allowed their guard to drop Dima offered her a smile, the most genuine he'd managed to give anyone except for Olena and Chrysanthe since he'd left Athenia the first time.
"I don't know how we would be able to thank you properly. Though, I suppose before I say anything I should speak to the queen and Lord Iason to seek their approval."
There his smile stuttered once more and the furrow between his brows returned. They had to say yes, there was no reason for them to refuse. But he didn't want to say anything to Olena and have her hopes lifted only to be dashed if they said no. He would seek them out and gain the permission to wed before he told her of Iris' kind offer.
Blinking for a moment in surprise as the noble woman offered to take them to the flower fields herself, his head tilted slightly in curiosity and he looked her over again before responding. She was unusual, but he decided that he rather liked that about her, and though he was hesitant to think of any noble as a friend or someone who could be trusted, outside of Iason so far, Lady Iris was rising to fit the bill.
"Again, my lady thank you. We would be honored to share our customs with you and your family if they wished to join us. Though.." he hesitated and swallowed before looking to the wall instead of at the woman before him, seeing the picture of destruction in the village spreading across the stone before he blinked and it all vanished, returning his focus to Iris once more. "I do not believe there are any of us left. Just, Olena and I."
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He was continually surprised by how kind this woman was. She was noble, one of many who had come to cheer at the arena while he fought another man or animal to the death or injury. Her people enjoyed watching the sport of death and yet she was offering him the kindness in sorting out a wedding ceremony. Truly Iris of Argyris was a singular woman, and a singular noble. As they both allowed their guard to drop Dima offered her a smile, the most genuine he'd managed to give anyone except for Olena and Chrysanthe since he'd left Athenia the first time.
"I don't know how we would be able to thank you properly. Though, I suppose before I say anything I should speak to the queen and Lord Iason to seek their approval."
There his smile stuttered once more and the furrow between his brows returned. They had to say yes, there was no reason for them to refuse. But he didn't want to say anything to Olena and have her hopes lifted only to be dashed if they said no. He would seek them out and gain the permission to wed before he told her of Iris' kind offer.
Blinking for a moment in surprise as the noble woman offered to take them to the flower fields herself, his head tilted slightly in curiosity and he looked her over again before responding. She was unusual, but he decided that he rather liked that about her, and though he was hesitant to think of any noble as a friend or someone who could be trusted, outside of Iason so far, Lady Iris was rising to fit the bill.
"Again, my lady thank you. We would be honored to share our customs with you and your family if they wished to join us. Though.." he hesitated and swallowed before looking to the wall instead of at the woman before him, seeing the picture of destruction in the village spreading across the stone before he blinked and it all vanished, returning his focus to Iris once more. "I do not believe there are any of us left. Just, Olena and I."
He was continually surprised by how kind this woman was. She was noble, one of many who had come to cheer at the arena while he fought another man or animal to the death or injury. Her people enjoyed watching the sport of death and yet she was offering him the kindness in sorting out a wedding ceremony. Truly Iris of Argyris was a singular woman, and a singular noble. As they both allowed their guard to drop Dima offered her a smile, the most genuine he'd managed to give anyone except for Olena and Chrysanthe since he'd left Athenia the first time.
"I don't know how we would be able to thank you properly. Though, I suppose before I say anything I should speak to the queen and Lord Iason to seek their approval."
There his smile stuttered once more and the furrow between his brows returned. They had to say yes, there was no reason for them to refuse. But he didn't want to say anything to Olena and have her hopes lifted only to be dashed if they said no. He would seek them out and gain the permission to wed before he told her of Iris' kind offer.
Blinking for a moment in surprise as the noble woman offered to take them to the flower fields herself, his head tilted slightly in curiosity and he looked her over again before responding. She was unusual, but he decided that he rather liked that about her, and though he was hesitant to think of any noble as a friend or someone who could be trusted, outside of Iason so far, Lady Iris was rising to fit the bill.
"Again, my lady thank you. We would be honored to share our customs with you and your family if they wished to join us. Though.." he hesitated and swallowed before looking to the wall instead of at the woman before him, seeing the picture of destruction in the village spreading across the stone before he blinked and it all vanished, returning his focus to Iris once more. "I do not believe there are any of us left. Just, Olena and I."
