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Lord Stravos had kept his distance out of both shame of his son and respect for the boundaries that had been drawn in sand between them. Keikelius had never let his temper rule him before, but more and more, he was finding it difficult to keep it buried. Vicious and stern by nature, it was taking everything in him to simply let Elias take the lead. He was making a slip-shod job of things, but Keikelius at least owed it to his son to let him make an attempt.
Things, however, were getting dicey and Keikelius couldn't just sit back and do absolutely nothing. He was not the type of man to simply sit back and allow things to fall apart aronud him. If there was anything he could do to help Elias, then he would ensure it was done. No matter his own reservations about what his son was doing, it was best to at least start appearing supportive of the boy. If things started to turn worse... well, he would deal with that when it came to it.
That was what had brought him here. But unlike his son, Lord Keikelius was not so disrespectful to enter Lord Aimias' offices without any sort of express permission. Having made his way into the Palati without much trouble at all, Lord Keikelius had made an effort to dress to his status. He was not frequenting the docks today, so there was no need to keep to his more rustic and improper garb that he wore when working the ships. Dressed in standard red chiton with little decoration other than a gold belt and gold anchor fibulae, the Stravos lord stood outside of Lord Aimias' office, waiting for any sight of him coming down the halls.
The man had some questions for the senate master, but he was sure that they would get to them. It would be far more polite to start out with the pleasantries. It was no secret that Lord Aimias had married above his station. Keikelius had nothing against the Argyris family. They were a worthwhile ally to have if one were to have their full support. He had watched Lord Takis of Argyris support King Minas with a stoic hand, and Keikelius was entirely sure that his daughter, the new baroness of Aetaea, held that same belief.
No matter what little relationship between his son and the Argyris girl had been whispered about in the past, Keikelius was sure that Lady Argyris did not share sentiment for Elias. That meant that Keikelius needed information. He needed a hint of which way the Argyris family would swing in such a time of strife as Athenia currently found themselves in. As Aimias was the newest extension of the family, Keikelius felt that maybe he would be easiest to get that sort of information out of.
Dark eyes glancing up from the marble floor of the Palati, Keikelius straightened up when he spotted Lord Aimias trailing down the hall toward his study. "Lord Argyris," Keikelius said calmly in greeting. "I was wondering if you and I could have a word. In private."
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Lord Stravos had kept his distance out of both shame of his son and respect for the boundaries that had been drawn in sand between them. Keikelius had never let his temper rule him before, but more and more, he was finding it difficult to keep it buried. Vicious and stern by nature, it was taking everything in him to simply let Elias take the lead. He was making a slip-shod job of things, but Keikelius at least owed it to his son to let him make an attempt.
Things, however, were getting dicey and Keikelius couldn't just sit back and do absolutely nothing. He was not the type of man to simply sit back and allow things to fall apart aronud him. If there was anything he could do to help Elias, then he would ensure it was done. No matter his own reservations about what his son was doing, it was best to at least start appearing supportive of the boy. If things started to turn worse... well, he would deal with that when it came to it.
That was what had brought him here. But unlike his son, Lord Keikelius was not so disrespectful to enter Lord Aimias' offices without any sort of express permission. Having made his way into the Palati without much trouble at all, Lord Keikelius had made an effort to dress to his status. He was not frequenting the docks today, so there was no need to keep to his more rustic and improper garb that he wore when working the ships. Dressed in standard red chiton with little decoration other than a gold belt and gold anchor fibulae, the Stravos lord stood outside of Lord Aimias' office, waiting for any sight of him coming down the halls.
The man had some questions for the senate master, but he was sure that they would get to them. It would be far more polite to start out with the pleasantries. It was no secret that Lord Aimias had married above his station. Keikelius had nothing against the Argyris family. They were a worthwhile ally to have if one were to have their full support. He had watched Lord Takis of Argyris support King Minas with a stoic hand, and Keikelius was entirely sure that his daughter, the new baroness of Aetaea, held that same belief.
No matter what little relationship between his son and the Argyris girl had been whispered about in the past, Keikelius was sure that Lady Argyris did not share sentiment for Elias. That meant that Keikelius needed information. He needed a hint of which way the Argyris family would swing in such a time of strife as Athenia currently found themselves in. As Aimias was the newest extension of the family, Keikelius felt that maybe he would be easiest to get that sort of information out of.
Dark eyes glancing up from the marble floor of the Palati, Keikelius straightened up when he spotted Lord Aimias trailing down the hall toward his study. "Lord Argyris," Keikelius said calmly in greeting. "I was wondering if you and I could have a word. In private."
Lord Stravos had kept his distance out of both shame of his son and respect for the boundaries that had been drawn in sand between them. Keikelius had never let his temper rule him before, but more and more, he was finding it difficult to keep it buried. Vicious and stern by nature, it was taking everything in him to simply let Elias take the lead. He was making a slip-shod job of things, but Keikelius at least owed it to his son to let him make an attempt.
Things, however, were getting dicey and Keikelius couldn't just sit back and do absolutely nothing. He was not the type of man to simply sit back and allow things to fall apart aronud him. If there was anything he could do to help Elias, then he would ensure it was done. No matter his own reservations about what his son was doing, it was best to at least start appearing supportive of the boy. If things started to turn worse... well, he would deal with that when it came to it.
That was what had brought him here. But unlike his son, Lord Keikelius was not so disrespectful to enter Lord Aimias' offices without any sort of express permission. Having made his way into the Palati without much trouble at all, Lord Keikelius had made an effort to dress to his status. He was not frequenting the docks today, so there was no need to keep to his more rustic and improper garb that he wore when working the ships. Dressed in standard red chiton with little decoration other than a gold belt and gold anchor fibulae, the Stravos lord stood outside of Lord Aimias' office, waiting for any sight of him coming down the halls.
The man had some questions for the senate master, but he was sure that they would get to them. It would be far more polite to start out with the pleasantries. It was no secret that Lord Aimias had married above his station. Keikelius had nothing against the Argyris family. They were a worthwhile ally to have if one were to have their full support. He had watched Lord Takis of Argyris support King Minas with a stoic hand, and Keikelius was entirely sure that his daughter, the new baroness of Aetaea, held that same belief.
No matter what little relationship between his son and the Argyris girl had been whispered about in the past, Keikelius was sure that Lady Argyris did not share sentiment for Elias. That meant that Keikelius needed information. He needed a hint of which way the Argyris family would swing in such a time of strife as Athenia currently found themselves in. As Aimias was the newest extension of the family, Keikelius felt that maybe he would be easiest to get that sort of information out of.
Dark eyes glancing up from the marble floor of the Palati, Keikelius straightened up when he spotted Lord Aimias trailing down the hall toward his study. "Lord Argyris," Keikelius said calmly in greeting. "I was wondering if you and I could have a word. In private."
He had always been called ‘lord’. Ever since taking his position within the Xanthos house as an advisor, he was considered a lord. No land or property to his name, he had earned it with years of education and respect. He was called Lord Aimias as he walked through the halls, stepped into rooms where common men were rarely allowed to go. He was given the courtesy that usually came because of money, and it had felt far better that way.
But now, he was Lord Argyris, a man who married into wealth and titles and lands. While he usually kept his ear to the ground when it came to gossip, any that was centered around him he chose to ignore. The first hints of whisperings of ambition that he had, marrying a daughter who lacked a father to protect her interested. Or the mocking way they pictured him an opportunist who saw a chance to claim land. Those who enjoyed those lies seemed to not know his real character, or his real motives. He had married Iris to protect her from the same men they thought he was and for the protection she could offer his daughter. There was little else to it.
But that gossip alienated him a bit, as did his open support of the Xanthos house during the trial of Elias. The kingdom lacked any real leadership now, crippled by the loss of monarchy. His letters were passed around the kingdom in hopes to provide some stability, to get word of the unrest and to try and provide what little news he could. But in reality, it was all for naught. As long as he was under the royal roof, no one would trust him. He seemed a traitor at times, and there was a need to distance himself from that. His intentions were to ride out towards the lands his wife owned the next day, anxious to see his daughter.
Even with the money to dress as his station allowed, Aimias had not the time to get anything fashioned outside his usual garb. The dull brown of his chiton was patched with years of wear and love, a cream color himation wrapped around his shoulders for warmth. He wore little jewelry, the signet ring of his new house around his neck, as it hadn’t felt right to wear it on his hand. He had every intention of finishing the last letters he needed to send out before he closed up his office within the palati. All of the letters of concern were burned, as he refused to keep the correspondence for anything. There was no one to share the contents with, so why would he keep the incriminating evidence?
No, Aimias was ready to be back with his family, to recover from all of this as much as he could. Perhaps, when he returned to his home, there would be news of the Queen.
It was this thought, as he was padding quieting from the gardens to his study that a voice stopped him. Stopping, he resisted openly cringing, taking a breath before he turned. “Lord Stravos. It is always nice to see you outside of the Senate.” He said, giving the man a bow. His hands were unusually empty, as he had already returned the tomes that would have filled them. And suddenly, when asked for a private word, he was glad that his study was without trace of letter. “Certainly. Let us step inside, shall we?” He said, pulling the door open to allow the man in. The room was fairly bare, but Aimias was a simple man. He was not one for decorations. The desk and chairs had come with the room, personalization reserved to the quills kept neatly in a misshapen cup made by one of his nieces. He was a neat and organized man, taking a bit of pride that his office had recovered since his meeting with the son of the man in front of him.
After they’d both stepped in, Aimias closed the door behind him. “I am sorry-- I have nothing to offer in the way of refreshments.” He was not one to entertain anyway. “I could have a maid fetch something, if you’d like.” He tried not to feel tense, letting his face take his usually neutral mask that came with experience. There was no upturned mouth, but few knew him to be a man who smiled anyway. He was a serious man, relatively plain to anyone who looked at him.
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He had always been called ‘lord’. Ever since taking his position within the Xanthos house as an advisor, he was considered a lord. No land or property to his name, he had earned it with years of education and respect. He was called Lord Aimias as he walked through the halls, stepped into rooms where common men were rarely allowed to go. He was given the courtesy that usually came because of money, and it had felt far better that way.
But now, he was Lord Argyris, a man who married into wealth and titles and lands. While he usually kept his ear to the ground when it came to gossip, any that was centered around him he chose to ignore. The first hints of whisperings of ambition that he had, marrying a daughter who lacked a father to protect her interested. Or the mocking way they pictured him an opportunist who saw a chance to claim land. Those who enjoyed those lies seemed to not know his real character, or his real motives. He had married Iris to protect her from the same men they thought he was and for the protection she could offer his daughter. There was little else to it.
But that gossip alienated him a bit, as did his open support of the Xanthos house during the trial of Elias. The kingdom lacked any real leadership now, crippled by the loss of monarchy. His letters were passed around the kingdom in hopes to provide some stability, to get word of the unrest and to try and provide what little news he could. But in reality, it was all for naught. As long as he was under the royal roof, no one would trust him. He seemed a traitor at times, and there was a need to distance himself from that. His intentions were to ride out towards the lands his wife owned the next day, anxious to see his daughter.
Even with the money to dress as his station allowed, Aimias had not the time to get anything fashioned outside his usual garb. The dull brown of his chiton was patched with years of wear and love, a cream color himation wrapped around his shoulders for warmth. He wore little jewelry, the signet ring of his new house around his neck, as it hadn’t felt right to wear it on his hand. He had every intention of finishing the last letters he needed to send out before he closed up his office within the palati. All of the letters of concern were burned, as he refused to keep the correspondence for anything. There was no one to share the contents with, so why would he keep the incriminating evidence?
No, Aimias was ready to be back with his family, to recover from all of this as much as he could. Perhaps, when he returned to his home, there would be news of the Queen.
It was this thought, as he was padding quieting from the gardens to his study that a voice stopped him. Stopping, he resisted openly cringing, taking a breath before he turned. “Lord Stravos. It is always nice to see you outside of the Senate.” He said, giving the man a bow. His hands were unusually empty, as he had already returned the tomes that would have filled them. And suddenly, when asked for a private word, he was glad that his study was without trace of letter. “Certainly. Let us step inside, shall we?” He said, pulling the door open to allow the man in. The room was fairly bare, but Aimias was a simple man. He was not one for decorations. The desk and chairs had come with the room, personalization reserved to the quills kept neatly in a misshapen cup made by one of his nieces. He was a neat and organized man, taking a bit of pride that his office had recovered since his meeting with the son of the man in front of him.
After they’d both stepped in, Aimias closed the door behind him. “I am sorry-- I have nothing to offer in the way of refreshments.” He was not one to entertain anyway. “I could have a maid fetch something, if you’d like.” He tried not to feel tense, letting his face take his usually neutral mask that came with experience. There was no upturned mouth, but few knew him to be a man who smiled anyway. He was a serious man, relatively plain to anyone who looked at him.
He had always been called ‘lord’. Ever since taking his position within the Xanthos house as an advisor, he was considered a lord. No land or property to his name, he had earned it with years of education and respect. He was called Lord Aimias as he walked through the halls, stepped into rooms where common men were rarely allowed to go. He was given the courtesy that usually came because of money, and it had felt far better that way.
But now, he was Lord Argyris, a man who married into wealth and titles and lands. While he usually kept his ear to the ground when it came to gossip, any that was centered around him he chose to ignore. The first hints of whisperings of ambition that he had, marrying a daughter who lacked a father to protect her interested. Or the mocking way they pictured him an opportunist who saw a chance to claim land. Those who enjoyed those lies seemed to not know his real character, or his real motives. He had married Iris to protect her from the same men they thought he was and for the protection she could offer his daughter. There was little else to it.
But that gossip alienated him a bit, as did his open support of the Xanthos house during the trial of Elias. The kingdom lacked any real leadership now, crippled by the loss of monarchy. His letters were passed around the kingdom in hopes to provide some stability, to get word of the unrest and to try and provide what little news he could. But in reality, it was all for naught. As long as he was under the royal roof, no one would trust him. He seemed a traitor at times, and there was a need to distance himself from that. His intentions were to ride out towards the lands his wife owned the next day, anxious to see his daughter.
Even with the money to dress as his station allowed, Aimias had not the time to get anything fashioned outside his usual garb. The dull brown of his chiton was patched with years of wear and love, a cream color himation wrapped around his shoulders for warmth. He wore little jewelry, the signet ring of his new house around his neck, as it hadn’t felt right to wear it on his hand. He had every intention of finishing the last letters he needed to send out before he closed up his office within the palati. All of the letters of concern were burned, as he refused to keep the correspondence for anything. There was no one to share the contents with, so why would he keep the incriminating evidence?
No, Aimias was ready to be back with his family, to recover from all of this as much as he could. Perhaps, when he returned to his home, there would be news of the Queen.
It was this thought, as he was padding quieting from the gardens to his study that a voice stopped him. Stopping, he resisted openly cringing, taking a breath before he turned. “Lord Stravos. It is always nice to see you outside of the Senate.” He said, giving the man a bow. His hands were unusually empty, as he had already returned the tomes that would have filled them. And suddenly, when asked for a private word, he was glad that his study was without trace of letter. “Certainly. Let us step inside, shall we?” He said, pulling the door open to allow the man in. The room was fairly bare, but Aimias was a simple man. He was not one for decorations. The desk and chairs had come with the room, personalization reserved to the quills kept neatly in a misshapen cup made by one of his nieces. He was a neat and organized man, taking a bit of pride that his office had recovered since his meeting with the son of the man in front of him.
After they’d both stepped in, Aimias closed the door behind him. “I am sorry-- I have nothing to offer in the way of refreshments.” He was not one to entertain anyway. “I could have a maid fetch something, if you’d like.” He tried not to feel tense, letting his face take his usually neutral mask that came with experience. There was no upturned mouth, but few knew him to be a man who smiled anyway. He was a serious man, relatively plain to anyone who looked at him.
Keikelius afforded the man before him the same respect that had been given to him, pleased that Lord Aimias was always so cordial and easy to work with. There was no question that the lower born men of the senate often cowed to those above them, but now Lord Aimias was almost on the same level as Lord Keikelius himself and that meant that there was a higher level of respect to be shown to the man. Whether he wanted to show it or not, Keikelius did not embarrass himself by trying to shove Lord Argyris lower than he was.
Stepping slowly into the study, Keikelius was not one to root through someone's belongings. Besides, he had never known Lord Aimias to be anything but humble in the belongings he kept within the palati. To Keikelius, there was nothing to search for in the physical sense. He was here for information and nothing more. Information that could be given by word of mouth rather than the physicality of items that the lord could see with his own eyes. "Truly," Keikelius said lightly, "You need not offer me refreshment, I'm sure we will not convene for long enough anyway," the lord said lightly.
Trailing further into the room, he finally turned back to face Lord Aimias, "I wished to first congratulate you on your marriage to Lady Iris. I am sure it has not been an overtly joyous time with the deaths of both the King and her father," Keikelius said slowly, "But I wish you happiness all the same," he noted of the woman that could have ended up his own daughter-in-law if he and Circenia hadn't pushed their son further toward his ambitions.
"But I came here mostly in question of your thoughts of the current goings on in Athenia," Keikelius said lightly, not willing to outwardly ask about what he was wondering. The easiest way to get information was to wander around his questions until they became prominent and unavoidable. "What with the disappearance of the queen and the events since," Keikelius said honestly, leaving his son out of the discussion for the moment. There would be time enough to sew seeds of doubt about Keikelius' own loyalty to his son later.
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Keikelius afforded the man before him the same respect that had been given to him, pleased that Lord Aimias was always so cordial and easy to work with. There was no question that the lower born men of the senate often cowed to those above them, but now Lord Aimias was almost on the same level as Lord Keikelius himself and that meant that there was a higher level of respect to be shown to the man. Whether he wanted to show it or not, Keikelius did not embarrass himself by trying to shove Lord Argyris lower than he was.
Stepping slowly into the study, Keikelius was not one to root through someone's belongings. Besides, he had never known Lord Aimias to be anything but humble in the belongings he kept within the palati. To Keikelius, there was nothing to search for in the physical sense. He was here for information and nothing more. Information that could be given by word of mouth rather than the physicality of items that the lord could see with his own eyes. "Truly," Keikelius said lightly, "You need not offer me refreshment, I'm sure we will not convene for long enough anyway," the lord said lightly.
Trailing further into the room, he finally turned back to face Lord Aimias, "I wished to first congratulate you on your marriage to Lady Iris. I am sure it has not been an overtly joyous time with the deaths of both the King and her father," Keikelius said slowly, "But I wish you happiness all the same," he noted of the woman that could have ended up his own daughter-in-law if he and Circenia hadn't pushed their son further toward his ambitions.
"But I came here mostly in question of your thoughts of the current goings on in Athenia," Keikelius said lightly, not willing to outwardly ask about what he was wondering. The easiest way to get information was to wander around his questions until they became prominent and unavoidable. "What with the disappearance of the queen and the events since," Keikelius said honestly, leaving his son out of the discussion for the moment. There would be time enough to sew seeds of doubt about Keikelius' own loyalty to his son later.
Keikelius afforded the man before him the same respect that had been given to him, pleased that Lord Aimias was always so cordial and easy to work with. There was no question that the lower born men of the senate often cowed to those above them, but now Lord Aimias was almost on the same level as Lord Keikelius himself and that meant that there was a higher level of respect to be shown to the man. Whether he wanted to show it or not, Keikelius did not embarrass himself by trying to shove Lord Argyris lower than he was.
Stepping slowly into the study, Keikelius was not one to root through someone's belongings. Besides, he had never known Lord Aimias to be anything but humble in the belongings he kept within the palati. To Keikelius, there was nothing to search for in the physical sense. He was here for information and nothing more. Information that could be given by word of mouth rather than the physicality of items that the lord could see with his own eyes. "Truly," Keikelius said lightly, "You need not offer me refreshment, I'm sure we will not convene for long enough anyway," the lord said lightly.
Trailing further into the room, he finally turned back to face Lord Aimias, "I wished to first congratulate you on your marriage to Lady Iris. I am sure it has not been an overtly joyous time with the deaths of both the King and her father," Keikelius said slowly, "But I wish you happiness all the same," he noted of the woman that could have ended up his own daughter-in-law if he and Circenia hadn't pushed their son further toward his ambitions.
"But I came here mostly in question of your thoughts of the current goings on in Athenia," Keikelius said lightly, not willing to outwardly ask about what he was wondering. The easiest way to get information was to wander around his questions until they became prominent and unavoidable. "What with the disappearance of the queen and the events since," Keikelius said honestly, leaving his son out of the discussion for the moment. There would be time enough to sew seeds of doubt about Keikelius' own loyalty to his son later.