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Following at her master’s side from the events of Dikastirio Chamber to the Kotas home was nerve-wracking journey. Terror stirred in her stomach like a fierce storm and there was nothing she could do to quell it. She wanted nothing more than to vanish in a puff of smoke and never be seen again. She was certain that whatever awaited her once they were in private would be infinitely worse than everything that had gone down in the Dikastirio combined. That evening had been complete chaos, with two assassination attempts, an invasion of soldiers and the return of a man she did not know but had learned was important. Perhaps none of that would have mattered if it had not been by her hand that her master’s brother was served poison. Poison. She had only been present in Colchis for a handful of weeks and this is where she ended up? Facing a horrid uncertainty?
Her master could have a number of things done to her and none of them were pleasant. Torture, multilation, and eventual execution were all outcomes that floated in her mind, but there was one that trumped them all, one so terrible that she was in tears the moment they were alone; being sold. There was no fate worse than that of being given away again. The pain of leaving the home she had grew up in to serve her current master was greater than any pain torture could bring. Death would be more preferable than being given away. She was certain that for her imagined crimes, her next master would not be a Crown Prince or a wealthy merchant, but a cruel, cruel man who would want her to work. She wondered then if her master would send her to the mines in Colchis, provided he allowed her to live. She’d heard terrible, terrible stories about the slaves that worked there, though her mind wandered not to death but of broken nails and dirt. It sounded dreadful, utterly dreadful.
She had to convince him to keep her, no matter what it took.
Falling to her knees before him, and reaching for his hand, Ariah looked up at her master as tears fell from her eyes unbidden.
“Master, please-!” she pleaded, “I had no intentions of harming anyone! I-! I didn’t know! Please, you must believe me! I would never lie to you! I- I- I was only doing at the princess commanded me to do! Please-! Don’t let them hurt me! I- I will do anything but please, please, do not sell me! I’d rather be executed than to be sold again-! I-” Her pleas, which switched between Greek and Hebrew, were a jumbled mess of sobbing and begging for her life. She had no idea what he would do or if he had already decided her fate. She could only hope to...who was it? Tyche? that her pleas be heard.
It didn’t matter that she did not believe in any of his gods but maybe, just maybe, he would believe they wanted him to be merciful.
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Following at her master’s side from the events of Dikastirio Chamber to the Kotas home was nerve-wracking journey. Terror stirred in her stomach like a fierce storm and there was nothing she could do to quell it. She wanted nothing more than to vanish in a puff of smoke and never be seen again. She was certain that whatever awaited her once they were in private would be infinitely worse than everything that had gone down in the Dikastirio combined. That evening had been complete chaos, with two assassination attempts, an invasion of soldiers and the return of a man she did not know but had learned was important. Perhaps none of that would have mattered if it had not been by her hand that her master’s brother was served poison. Poison. She had only been present in Colchis for a handful of weeks and this is where she ended up? Facing a horrid uncertainty?
Her master could have a number of things done to her and none of them were pleasant. Torture, multilation, and eventual execution were all outcomes that floated in her mind, but there was one that trumped them all, one so terrible that she was in tears the moment they were alone; being sold. There was no fate worse than that of being given away again. The pain of leaving the home she had grew up in to serve her current master was greater than any pain torture could bring. Death would be more preferable than being given away. She was certain that for her imagined crimes, her next master would not be a Crown Prince or a wealthy merchant, but a cruel, cruel man who would want her to work. She wondered then if her master would send her to the mines in Colchis, provided he allowed her to live. She’d heard terrible, terrible stories about the slaves that worked there, though her mind wandered not to death but of broken nails and dirt. It sounded dreadful, utterly dreadful.
She had to convince him to keep her, no matter what it took.
Falling to her knees before him, and reaching for his hand, Ariah looked up at her master as tears fell from her eyes unbidden.
“Master, please-!” she pleaded, “I had no intentions of harming anyone! I-! I didn’t know! Please, you must believe me! I would never lie to you! I- I- I was only doing at the princess commanded me to do! Please-! Don’t let them hurt me! I- I will do anything but please, please, do not sell me! I’d rather be executed than to be sold again-! I-” Her pleas, which switched between Greek and Hebrew, were a jumbled mess of sobbing and begging for her life. She had no idea what he would do or if he had already decided her fate. She could only hope to...who was it? Tyche? that her pleas be heard.
It didn’t matter that she did not believe in any of his gods but maybe, just maybe, he would believe they wanted him to be merciful.
Following at her master’s side from the events of Dikastirio Chamber to the Kotas home was nerve-wracking journey. Terror stirred in her stomach like a fierce storm and there was nothing she could do to quell it. She wanted nothing more than to vanish in a puff of smoke and never be seen again. She was certain that whatever awaited her once they were in private would be infinitely worse than everything that had gone down in the Dikastirio combined. That evening had been complete chaos, with two assassination attempts, an invasion of soldiers and the return of a man she did not know but had learned was important. Perhaps none of that would have mattered if it had not been by her hand that her master’s brother was served poison. Poison. She had only been present in Colchis for a handful of weeks and this is where she ended up? Facing a horrid uncertainty?
Her master could have a number of things done to her and none of them were pleasant. Torture, multilation, and eventual execution were all outcomes that floated in her mind, but there was one that trumped them all, one so terrible that she was in tears the moment they were alone; being sold. There was no fate worse than that of being given away again. The pain of leaving the home she had grew up in to serve her current master was greater than any pain torture could bring. Death would be more preferable than being given away. She was certain that for her imagined crimes, her next master would not be a Crown Prince or a wealthy merchant, but a cruel, cruel man who would want her to work. She wondered then if her master would send her to the mines in Colchis, provided he allowed her to live. She’d heard terrible, terrible stories about the slaves that worked there, though her mind wandered not to death but of broken nails and dirt. It sounded dreadful, utterly dreadful.
She had to convince him to keep her, no matter what it took.
Falling to her knees before him, and reaching for his hand, Ariah looked up at her master as tears fell from her eyes unbidden.
“Master, please-!” she pleaded, “I had no intentions of harming anyone! I-! I didn’t know! Please, you must believe me! I would never lie to you! I- I- I was only doing at the princess commanded me to do! Please-! Don’t let them hurt me! I- I will do anything but please, please, do not sell me! I’d rather be executed than to be sold again-! I-” Her pleas, which switched between Greek and Hebrew, were a jumbled mess of sobbing and begging for her life. She had no idea what he would do or if he had already decided her fate. She could only hope to...who was it? Tyche? that her pleas be heard.
It didn’t matter that she did not believe in any of his gods but maybe, just maybe, he would believe they wanted him to be merciful.
The rush of adrenaline had not left him as he took Ariah by the arm and led her from the hall, returning to the Kotas residence and letting her babble without saying anything in return. His father was alive, back from the dead, Vangelis had survived, was no longer king. But someone was attacking his family, someone was trying to destroy them. Had his own food been poisoned? The rumble in his stomach reminded him that he had not eaten anything, and cold fear gripped him as he wondered what would have happened if he had. Would Dion now be king if father, grandfather, and uncle died? Guided by Thanasi aunts and grandfather to do their bidding?
Only when they had reached the privacy of the chamber he kept apart from Evras did he turn his focus back to the slave, watching as she dropped to her knees before him and begged for him to be merciful. He shook his head as she took hold of his hand, trying to cut off her rambling begging and apologies. Lifting his free hand, he pressed a finger to her lips in an attempt to get silence so he could properly think.
"Ariah. I have no intention of selling or executing you. I believe what you say, that you were just doing as you bid." A wry smile crossed his lips and as much as he enjoyed the way she looked on her knees he reached for her shoulders to lift her up before him. "You are the only one who can make my pain lessen, why would I ever get rid of you?"
Zanon cupped her face gently, trying to bring her gaze to his own and reassure her as best he could. He would have to go follow orders to seek out those who had attempted to poison his brother and pin it on his wife and slave, that connection had been painfully obvious to him and he would have to bring it up with Evras. For the moment he could take a breath, and he pressed a kiss to Ariah's forehead as if that could absolve all of her fear and anxiety. His leg was aching but there would be no time for him to rest or care for his own well being unil he had sought out those who meant his family harm.
"Rest here, I will have to leave soon but you are in no danger. I promise."
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The rush of adrenaline had not left him as he took Ariah by the arm and led her from the hall, returning to the Kotas residence and letting her babble without saying anything in return. His father was alive, back from the dead, Vangelis had survived, was no longer king. But someone was attacking his family, someone was trying to destroy them. Had his own food been poisoned? The rumble in his stomach reminded him that he had not eaten anything, and cold fear gripped him as he wondered what would have happened if he had. Would Dion now be king if father, grandfather, and uncle died? Guided by Thanasi aunts and grandfather to do their bidding?
Only when they had reached the privacy of the chamber he kept apart from Evras did he turn his focus back to the slave, watching as she dropped to her knees before him and begged for him to be merciful. He shook his head as she took hold of his hand, trying to cut off her rambling begging and apologies. Lifting his free hand, he pressed a finger to her lips in an attempt to get silence so he could properly think.
"Ariah. I have no intention of selling or executing you. I believe what you say, that you were just doing as you bid." A wry smile crossed his lips and as much as he enjoyed the way she looked on her knees he reached for her shoulders to lift her up before him. "You are the only one who can make my pain lessen, why would I ever get rid of you?"
Zanon cupped her face gently, trying to bring her gaze to his own and reassure her as best he could. He would have to go follow orders to seek out those who had attempted to poison his brother and pin it on his wife and slave, that connection had been painfully obvious to him and he would have to bring it up with Evras. For the moment he could take a breath, and he pressed a kiss to Ariah's forehead as if that could absolve all of her fear and anxiety. His leg was aching but there would be no time for him to rest or care for his own well being unil he had sought out those who meant his family harm.
"Rest here, I will have to leave soon but you are in no danger. I promise."
The rush of adrenaline had not left him as he took Ariah by the arm and led her from the hall, returning to the Kotas residence and letting her babble without saying anything in return. His father was alive, back from the dead, Vangelis had survived, was no longer king. But someone was attacking his family, someone was trying to destroy them. Had his own food been poisoned? The rumble in his stomach reminded him that he had not eaten anything, and cold fear gripped him as he wondered what would have happened if he had. Would Dion now be king if father, grandfather, and uncle died? Guided by Thanasi aunts and grandfather to do their bidding?
Only when they had reached the privacy of the chamber he kept apart from Evras did he turn his focus back to the slave, watching as she dropped to her knees before him and begged for him to be merciful. He shook his head as she took hold of his hand, trying to cut off her rambling begging and apologies. Lifting his free hand, he pressed a finger to her lips in an attempt to get silence so he could properly think.
"Ariah. I have no intention of selling or executing you. I believe what you say, that you were just doing as you bid." A wry smile crossed his lips and as much as he enjoyed the way she looked on her knees he reached for her shoulders to lift her up before him. "You are the only one who can make my pain lessen, why would I ever get rid of you?"
Zanon cupped her face gently, trying to bring her gaze to his own and reassure her as best he could. He would have to go follow orders to seek out those who had attempted to poison his brother and pin it on his wife and slave, that connection had been painfully obvious to him and he would have to bring it up with Evras. For the moment he could take a breath, and he pressed a kiss to Ariah's forehead as if that could absolve all of her fear and anxiety. His leg was aching but there would be no time for him to rest or care for his own well being unil he had sought out those who meant his family harm.
"Rest here, I will have to leave soon but you are in no danger. I promise."
Her heart was already beating harshly but when she saw him shaking his head, she thought it might burst in her chest. Her vision was blurred by tears but she’d seen it. Why was he shaking his head? Her words grew more incoherent, mixing between Greek and Hebrew as she continued to panic. Was he not going to forgive her? Did he think she truly tried to murder his brother? Was he going to get rid of her after all? Did that mean- Her brows furrowed when he pressed a finger against her lips. She fell silent because she did not understand. What-?
She was certain her heart stopped beating when she heard him say that he...wasn’t? going to sell or execute her? That he believed her? He believed her! She rose to her feet, guided by his hands on her shoulders. She couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing. He wasn’t going to get rid of her? How could that be? “B-because I-”
She fell silent again as he held her face with gentle hands. He didn’t seem angry with her at all. Did that mean it would be okay? She tried her hardest to blink away her tears and keep his gaze but she found even that to be difficult. She was trembling terribly, especially to be standing so close to him. But he believed her. He really believed her. She wanted to collapse where she stood, get back on her knees and thank him for his mercy. She didn’t deserve any of this. She shouldn’t have still been breathing. She-
Ariah blinked once, then twice. Had he...kissed her? Actually kissed her? Yes, it had only been her forehead but...
Before she registered what she was doing, her fingers curled into the fabric of his chiton. She pulled herself close to him, stood up on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips against his, fueled by a desire and confidence that she didn’t know she possessed. She didn’t understand why but she had to kiss him. She had to. He had been so merciful and so kind. Everything that she needed and more right now was in him. Him. Her master and more importantly, a married man.
Why could she not control her enough to avoid making more mistakes?
She pulled away quickly, stepping back to create distance between them. She bowed her head and squeezed her hands tightly together. “M-master-! I’m sorry-! I-!”
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Her heart was already beating harshly but when she saw him shaking his head, she thought it might burst in her chest. Her vision was blurred by tears but she’d seen it. Why was he shaking his head? Her words grew more incoherent, mixing between Greek and Hebrew as she continued to panic. Was he not going to forgive her? Did he think she truly tried to murder his brother? Was he going to get rid of her after all? Did that mean- Her brows furrowed when he pressed a finger against her lips. She fell silent because she did not understand. What-?
She was certain her heart stopped beating when she heard him say that he...wasn’t? going to sell or execute her? That he believed her? He believed her! She rose to her feet, guided by his hands on her shoulders. She couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing. He wasn’t going to get rid of her? How could that be? “B-because I-”
She fell silent again as he held her face with gentle hands. He didn’t seem angry with her at all. Did that mean it would be okay? She tried her hardest to blink away her tears and keep his gaze but she found even that to be difficult. She was trembling terribly, especially to be standing so close to him. But he believed her. He really believed her. She wanted to collapse where she stood, get back on her knees and thank him for his mercy. She didn’t deserve any of this. She shouldn’t have still been breathing. She-
Ariah blinked once, then twice. Had he...kissed her? Actually kissed her? Yes, it had only been her forehead but...
Before she registered what she was doing, her fingers curled into the fabric of his chiton. She pulled herself close to him, stood up on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips against his, fueled by a desire and confidence that she didn’t know she possessed. She didn’t understand why but she had to kiss him. She had to. He had been so merciful and so kind. Everything that she needed and more right now was in him. Him. Her master and more importantly, a married man.
Why could she not control her enough to avoid making more mistakes?
She pulled away quickly, stepping back to create distance between them. She bowed her head and squeezed her hands tightly together. “M-master-! I’m sorry-! I-!”
Her heart was already beating harshly but when she saw him shaking his head, she thought it might burst in her chest. Her vision was blurred by tears but she’d seen it. Why was he shaking his head? Her words grew more incoherent, mixing between Greek and Hebrew as she continued to panic. Was he not going to forgive her? Did he think she truly tried to murder his brother? Was he going to get rid of her after all? Did that mean- Her brows furrowed when he pressed a finger against her lips. She fell silent because she did not understand. What-?
She was certain her heart stopped beating when she heard him say that he...wasn’t? going to sell or execute her? That he believed her? He believed her! She rose to her feet, guided by his hands on her shoulders. She couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing. He wasn’t going to get rid of her? How could that be? “B-because I-”
She fell silent again as he held her face with gentle hands. He didn’t seem angry with her at all. Did that mean it would be okay? She tried her hardest to blink away her tears and keep his gaze but she found even that to be difficult. She was trembling terribly, especially to be standing so close to him. But he believed her. He really believed her. She wanted to collapse where she stood, get back on her knees and thank him for his mercy. She didn’t deserve any of this. She shouldn’t have still been breathing. She-
Ariah blinked once, then twice. Had he...kissed her? Actually kissed her? Yes, it had only been her forehead but...
Before she registered what she was doing, her fingers curled into the fabric of his chiton. She pulled herself close to him, stood up on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips against his, fueled by a desire and confidence that she didn’t know she possessed. She didn’t understand why but she had to kiss him. She had to. He had been so merciful and so kind. Everything that she needed and more right now was in him. Him. Her master and more importantly, a married man.
Why could she not control her enough to avoid making more mistakes?
She pulled away quickly, stepping back to create distance between them. She bowed her head and squeezed her hands tightly together. “M-master-! I’m sorry-! I-!”
He had only meant to reassure her, to remind her that he belonged to him and he would keep her safe. She had been the most successful of anyone who had tried in removing his pain, thanks to her he had days when he felt he did not need the cane he had been beginning to use in private. The reason he had been able to attend the feast tonight without it had been thanks to her. With what he hoped was a reassuring smile, he was prepared to release her when suddenly it all changed.
It wasn't new for him to kiss someone else, for a majority of his relationship with Evras he had take different women to bed, especially when she had been with child and he'd been ordered to avoid any passion for fear it would disrupt the babe within. None of them had lasted, and none of them had been quite so close in relationship as Ariah was to him. This should have been a moment that passed, something to be brushed off that he would forget about and they would move on from. It had to be. But as she pulled back and began stuttering even more apologies Zanon shook his head, a desire he had been suppressing for a long while fighting its way back to the surface.
Instead of moving away he closed the space between them, catching hold of her arm and drawing her against him. There was a breath of time as he lifted a hand to her cheek, caressing his fingers against her skin, before his lips were on hers again without reservation. He had been so good for so many months, focused on repairing his marriage and mending things between himself and his wife. But her family had just tried to kill his. Her father had tried to murder his father, someone no doubt associated with her had tried to poison his brother. And when pressed in front of the entire court, Evras had stood by her father instead of by him. He needed someone for him and only him, who's loyalty he would never have to question, and Ari had already been proving herself time and time again.
"This, shouldn't happen." When he finally let go the first words from his lips were what he should have said after her first kiss, delayed as if he hadn't processed what was happening until this moment. As his fingers lightly trailed over her face again, his eyes softened, a soft heat in his gaze even as he tried to talk himself out of reaching for her again. "You do not owe me anything."
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He had only meant to reassure her, to remind her that he belonged to him and he would keep her safe. She had been the most successful of anyone who had tried in removing his pain, thanks to her he had days when he felt he did not need the cane he had been beginning to use in private. The reason he had been able to attend the feast tonight without it had been thanks to her. With what he hoped was a reassuring smile, he was prepared to release her when suddenly it all changed.
It wasn't new for him to kiss someone else, for a majority of his relationship with Evras he had take different women to bed, especially when she had been with child and he'd been ordered to avoid any passion for fear it would disrupt the babe within. None of them had lasted, and none of them had been quite so close in relationship as Ariah was to him. This should have been a moment that passed, something to be brushed off that he would forget about and they would move on from. It had to be. But as she pulled back and began stuttering even more apologies Zanon shook his head, a desire he had been suppressing for a long while fighting its way back to the surface.
Instead of moving away he closed the space between them, catching hold of her arm and drawing her against him. There was a breath of time as he lifted a hand to her cheek, caressing his fingers against her skin, before his lips were on hers again without reservation. He had been so good for so many months, focused on repairing his marriage and mending things between himself and his wife. But her family had just tried to kill his. Her father had tried to murder his father, someone no doubt associated with her had tried to poison his brother. And when pressed in front of the entire court, Evras had stood by her father instead of by him. He needed someone for him and only him, who's loyalty he would never have to question, and Ari had already been proving herself time and time again.
"This, shouldn't happen." When he finally let go the first words from his lips were what he should have said after her first kiss, delayed as if he hadn't processed what was happening until this moment. As his fingers lightly trailed over her face again, his eyes softened, a soft heat in his gaze even as he tried to talk himself out of reaching for her again. "You do not owe me anything."
He had only meant to reassure her, to remind her that he belonged to him and he would keep her safe. She had been the most successful of anyone who had tried in removing his pain, thanks to her he had days when he felt he did not need the cane he had been beginning to use in private. The reason he had been able to attend the feast tonight without it had been thanks to her. With what he hoped was a reassuring smile, he was prepared to release her when suddenly it all changed.
It wasn't new for him to kiss someone else, for a majority of his relationship with Evras he had take different women to bed, especially when she had been with child and he'd been ordered to avoid any passion for fear it would disrupt the babe within. None of them had lasted, and none of them had been quite so close in relationship as Ariah was to him. This should have been a moment that passed, something to be brushed off that he would forget about and they would move on from. It had to be. But as she pulled back and began stuttering even more apologies Zanon shook his head, a desire he had been suppressing for a long while fighting its way back to the surface.
Instead of moving away he closed the space between them, catching hold of her arm and drawing her against him. There was a breath of time as he lifted a hand to her cheek, caressing his fingers against her skin, before his lips were on hers again without reservation. He had been so good for so many months, focused on repairing his marriage and mending things between himself and his wife. But her family had just tried to kill his. Her father had tried to murder his father, someone no doubt associated with her had tried to poison his brother. And when pressed in front of the entire court, Evras had stood by her father instead of by him. He needed someone for him and only him, who's loyalty he would never have to question, and Ari had already been proving herself time and time again.
"This, shouldn't happen." When he finally let go the first words from his lips were what he should have said after her first kiss, delayed as if he hadn't processed what was happening until this moment. As his fingers lightly trailed over her face again, his eyes softened, a soft heat in his gaze even as he tried to talk himself out of reaching for her again. "You do not owe me anything."
It truly should not have been that difficult. All she needed to do was relieve his pain and stay out of the way, yet she seemed incapable of resisting acts of sheer folly around him. What business did she have, kissing him? Her master? A man with a wife and family? Truly, a wife didn’t mean much to her -- Aeton simply didn’t have one -- but she knew what it meant to others.
What it meant to people more important than her. And yet, in spite of all her knowing, in spite of the shame she felt for her impropriety, there was something in her that didn’t care. Why would she? It was not them who would face death if their masters were not merciful.
Death.
Something she still wasn’t convinced was off the table. He could change his mind, at any moment, and she would be gone. What would he possibly want with a slave that couldn’t keep her hands to herself? Pain relief or not.
She’d overstepped repeatedly and when she saw him move, she expected it would be away from her. How glad she was to be wrong. She looked up at him just as he took her by the arm. His fingers brushed against her skin and then his lips were upon hers and everything else ceased to matter.
If it were possible for her to stay like that, with him, for all of eternity, then she would have leapt at the opportunity. As it were, it would never ever be, even if she wished it. The softest of whines, hardly audible, left her when their lips parted. She wanted nothing more in that moment than him. All of him. She held his gaze, pleading with him before she spoke.
"There were many things today that should not have happened," she said softly, “but this is not one of them."
"I owe you everything. My thanks. My happiness. My life. Words are not enough and they will never be, but I do this because I want to,"
"Please, let me show you my gratitude."
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It truly should not have been that difficult. All she needed to do was relieve his pain and stay out of the way, yet she seemed incapable of resisting acts of sheer folly around him. What business did she have, kissing him? Her master? A man with a wife and family? Truly, a wife didn’t mean much to her -- Aeton simply didn’t have one -- but she knew what it meant to others.
What it meant to people more important than her. And yet, in spite of all her knowing, in spite of the shame she felt for her impropriety, there was something in her that didn’t care. Why would she? It was not them who would face death if their masters were not merciful.
Death.
Something she still wasn’t convinced was off the table. He could change his mind, at any moment, and she would be gone. What would he possibly want with a slave that couldn’t keep her hands to herself? Pain relief or not.
She’d overstepped repeatedly and when she saw him move, she expected it would be away from her. How glad she was to be wrong. She looked up at him just as he took her by the arm. His fingers brushed against her skin and then his lips were upon hers and everything else ceased to matter.
If it were possible for her to stay like that, with him, for all of eternity, then she would have leapt at the opportunity. As it were, it would never ever be, even if she wished it. The softest of whines, hardly audible, left her when their lips parted. She wanted nothing more in that moment than him. All of him. She held his gaze, pleading with him before she spoke.
"There were many things today that should not have happened," she said softly, “but this is not one of them."
"I owe you everything. My thanks. My happiness. My life. Words are not enough and they will never be, but I do this because I want to,"
"Please, let me show you my gratitude."
It truly should not have been that difficult. All she needed to do was relieve his pain and stay out of the way, yet she seemed incapable of resisting acts of sheer folly around him. What business did she have, kissing him? Her master? A man with a wife and family? Truly, a wife didn’t mean much to her -- Aeton simply didn’t have one -- but she knew what it meant to others.
What it meant to people more important than her. And yet, in spite of all her knowing, in spite of the shame she felt for her impropriety, there was something in her that didn’t care. Why would she? It was not them who would face death if their masters were not merciful.
Death.
Something she still wasn’t convinced was off the table. He could change his mind, at any moment, and she would be gone. What would he possibly want with a slave that couldn’t keep her hands to herself? Pain relief or not.
She’d overstepped repeatedly and when she saw him move, she expected it would be away from her. How glad she was to be wrong. She looked up at him just as he took her by the arm. His fingers brushed against her skin and then his lips were upon hers and everything else ceased to matter.
If it were possible for her to stay like that, with him, for all of eternity, then she would have leapt at the opportunity. As it were, it would never ever be, even if she wished it. The softest of whines, hardly audible, left her when their lips parted. She wanted nothing more in that moment than him. All of him. She held his gaze, pleading with him before she spoke.
"There were many things today that should not have happened," she said softly, “but this is not one of them."
"I owe you everything. My thanks. My happiness. My life. Words are not enough and they will never be, but I do this because I want to,"
"Please, let me show you my gratitude."
As if to break the spell and remind him of the task at hand, his shift in weight caused the scar tissue in his leg to twinge sharply, and he broke away from her. Someone had tried to kill his brother, someone had tried to kill his father. Though both had failed, the attempts were worrying enough, and now was not the time to waste on a dalliance that he had sworn off of. A promise had been made to Evras on that night when they had bathed off the blood of another man, he'd sworn to do better, be a better man, husband and father. His family was the priority here, not some temporary pleasure.
"No. This won't happen again." There was a firmness in his voice now. Whatever gratitude she felt for him came from her feeling as if he had saved her, but since she had arrived it had been her saving him, from the pain he had been suffering before. Protecting her life now was more selfish than she realized.
Releasing his hold on her, Zanon looked around the room, the sound of guards outside the door meant that someone had come by, no doubt with a report, someone wanting to know where he was and when they would get started on the search for the potential killer. His duty called to him and now of all days when the targets were so close to him he would not allow for a distraction. With a soft smile that he hoped told her he wasn't upset with her, Zanon called for one of the guards to enter.
"Escort Ariah back to her chamber, please. Ensure that there is no one else inside before you leave. And sweep the room." His gaze went back to her with a sharpness. "The guards will search for any evidence that you were involved. If nothing is turned up, you will have nothing further to fear."
With the nod from the guard and no further protests from the girl, Zanon waved them off. As the door closed he sighed and took his crown from his head, changing his royal garb into a much more serviceable chiton. There was work to be done, and he would not rest until they had made progress. With an escort of his own, they left to meet with Magnus and the others conducting the investigation into the attempted murder of his brother.
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As if to break the spell and remind him of the task at hand, his shift in weight caused the scar tissue in his leg to twinge sharply, and he broke away from her. Someone had tried to kill his brother, someone had tried to kill his father. Though both had failed, the attempts were worrying enough, and now was not the time to waste on a dalliance that he had sworn off of. A promise had been made to Evras on that night when they had bathed off the blood of another man, he'd sworn to do better, be a better man, husband and father. His family was the priority here, not some temporary pleasure.
"No. This won't happen again." There was a firmness in his voice now. Whatever gratitude she felt for him came from her feeling as if he had saved her, but since she had arrived it had been her saving him, from the pain he had been suffering before. Protecting her life now was more selfish than she realized.
Releasing his hold on her, Zanon looked around the room, the sound of guards outside the door meant that someone had come by, no doubt with a report, someone wanting to know where he was and when they would get started on the search for the potential killer. His duty called to him and now of all days when the targets were so close to him he would not allow for a distraction. With a soft smile that he hoped told her he wasn't upset with her, Zanon called for one of the guards to enter.
"Escort Ariah back to her chamber, please. Ensure that there is no one else inside before you leave. And sweep the room." His gaze went back to her with a sharpness. "The guards will search for any evidence that you were involved. If nothing is turned up, you will have nothing further to fear."
With the nod from the guard and no further protests from the girl, Zanon waved them off. As the door closed he sighed and took his crown from his head, changing his royal garb into a much more serviceable chiton. There was work to be done, and he would not rest until they had made progress. With an escort of his own, they left to meet with Magnus and the others conducting the investigation into the attempted murder of his brother.
As if to break the spell and remind him of the task at hand, his shift in weight caused the scar tissue in his leg to twinge sharply, and he broke away from her. Someone had tried to kill his brother, someone had tried to kill his father. Though both had failed, the attempts were worrying enough, and now was not the time to waste on a dalliance that he had sworn off of. A promise had been made to Evras on that night when they had bathed off the blood of another man, he'd sworn to do better, be a better man, husband and father. His family was the priority here, not some temporary pleasure.
"No. This won't happen again." There was a firmness in his voice now. Whatever gratitude she felt for him came from her feeling as if he had saved her, but since she had arrived it had been her saving him, from the pain he had been suffering before. Protecting her life now was more selfish than she realized.
Releasing his hold on her, Zanon looked around the room, the sound of guards outside the door meant that someone had come by, no doubt with a report, someone wanting to know where he was and when they would get started on the search for the potential killer. His duty called to him and now of all days when the targets were so close to him he would not allow for a distraction. With a soft smile that he hoped told her he wasn't upset with her, Zanon called for one of the guards to enter.
"Escort Ariah back to her chamber, please. Ensure that there is no one else inside before you leave. And sweep the room." His gaze went back to her with a sharpness. "The guards will search for any evidence that you were involved. If nothing is turned up, you will have nothing further to fear."
With the nod from the guard and no further protests from the girl, Zanon waved them off. As the door closed he sighed and took his crown from his head, changing his royal garb into a much more serviceable chiton. There was work to be done, and he would not rest until they had made progress. With an escort of his own, they left to meet with Magnus and the others conducting the investigation into the attempted murder of his brother.