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The hours had worn long since Evras began the labor of her delivery. All her life, Thea took pride in being able to comfort and help her siblings in anything that they face. This was the one time she was unable to do anything to help. There was no way to soothe or ease her sister through the struggle of childbirth.
Her knuckles had been nearly crushed as Evras gripped her, straining through the contractions that pressed the future of Colchis into the world. All she could offer were words and gentle strokes of a cool cloth across the princess' brow.
It was several hours past midnight when Dion of Kotas came into the world, and only an hour or so later when Thea found herself taking in the night air in the moonlit gardens of the Kotas Manor. The midwives continued their vigil of care for Evras and the youngest Kotas prince, excusing the others from the room in order to give both the chance to breathe, bond, and rest.
The night was too far gone for her to consider returning home, knowing that she would simply return in the morning to offer some reprieve for Evras and Prince Zanon as they shared in the joy of the new life they brought into the world.
Instead, she drifted through the maze-like gardens, drifting from one wall-separated section to another, admiring the pastel hues the flowers took in the moonlight and the distant torchlight along the sides of the Manor.
Arriving at the kitchen gardens, Thea's head tilted as she noted the familiar shape of varous herbs hanging from the wall in long, rectangular containers. Her tired mind pondered and identified the shapes of the leaves and number of petals on the blossoms for the sake of staying awake.
'Was it catnip or chamomile that would ease the woes of mother's sorrow?' she wondered, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as her lacquered fingers ever so gently stroked the peachfuzz soft leaves of the catnip plant, smelling as it emitted its aroma at the affront of being touched at all. There was no apparent risk of such a thing for Evras yet, but Thea did want to be prepared in case. It would do them no good to consider the ease of her pregnancy a boon for a happy period after delivery.
Her tomes were safely at home in the Thanasi estate, but inside, several of the midwives and the Kotas royal physician had tomes of their own. She made a mental note to peruse those in these waking hours before sunrise.
Blinking, Thea heard footsteps along the stepped path leading from the lower level of the Kotas estate, where the stables and the forge were nestled on a lower terrace. There was no need to be afraid on the Kotas grounds, but she stood still and stoic in place as she watched the imposing and apparent figure of the Colchian monarch emerge from the miniature horizon created by the terraced garden.
By the time his footfalls landed on the level where she stood, Thea had already dipped herself into a deep curtsey. The pale porcelain of her skin would have been easily seen in the moonlight, yet she still spoke softly as the night in her greeting, "Your Majesty."
At once, the murmured comment by Queen Yanni make sense. As the news of the Prince's birth was to be carried to the other Colchian princes, the Queen had murmured that they were not likely to find the King within the walls for hours yet, but not to worry. He would learn as soon as he returned.
On the cool night air, Thea thought she could smell metal and smoke, clarifying the Queen's comment even further.
Her curtsey was pristine as expected by one who had learned the decorum of her station in her twenty years, and she only rose from the low dip of her body once acknowledged.
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The hours had worn long since Evras began the labor of her delivery. All her life, Thea took pride in being able to comfort and help her siblings in anything that they face. This was the one time she was unable to do anything to help. There was no way to soothe or ease her sister through the struggle of childbirth.
Her knuckles had been nearly crushed as Evras gripped her, straining through the contractions that pressed the future of Colchis into the world. All she could offer were words and gentle strokes of a cool cloth across the princess' brow.
It was several hours past midnight when Dion of Kotas came into the world, and only an hour or so later when Thea found herself taking in the night air in the moonlit gardens of the Kotas Manor. The midwives continued their vigil of care for Evras and the youngest Kotas prince, excusing the others from the room in order to give both the chance to breathe, bond, and rest.
The night was too far gone for her to consider returning home, knowing that she would simply return in the morning to offer some reprieve for Evras and Prince Zanon as they shared in the joy of the new life they brought into the world.
Instead, she drifted through the maze-like gardens, drifting from one wall-separated section to another, admiring the pastel hues the flowers took in the moonlight and the distant torchlight along the sides of the Manor.
Arriving at the kitchen gardens, Thea's head tilted as she noted the familiar shape of varous herbs hanging from the wall in long, rectangular containers. Her tired mind pondered and identified the shapes of the leaves and number of petals on the blossoms for the sake of staying awake.
'Was it catnip or chamomile that would ease the woes of mother's sorrow?' she wondered, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as her lacquered fingers ever so gently stroked the peachfuzz soft leaves of the catnip plant, smelling as it emitted its aroma at the affront of being touched at all. There was no apparent risk of such a thing for Evras yet, but Thea did want to be prepared in case. It would do them no good to consider the ease of her pregnancy a boon for a happy period after delivery.
Her tomes were safely at home in the Thanasi estate, but inside, several of the midwives and the Kotas royal physician had tomes of their own. She made a mental note to peruse those in these waking hours before sunrise.
Blinking, Thea heard footsteps along the stepped path leading from the lower level of the Kotas estate, where the stables and the forge were nestled on a lower terrace. There was no need to be afraid on the Kotas grounds, but she stood still and stoic in place as she watched the imposing and apparent figure of the Colchian monarch emerge from the miniature horizon created by the terraced garden.
By the time his footfalls landed on the level where she stood, Thea had already dipped herself into a deep curtsey. The pale porcelain of her skin would have been easily seen in the moonlight, yet she still spoke softly as the night in her greeting, "Your Majesty."
At once, the murmured comment by Queen Yanni make sense. As the news of the Prince's birth was to be carried to the other Colchian princes, the Queen had murmured that they were not likely to find the King within the walls for hours yet, but not to worry. He would learn as soon as he returned.
On the cool night air, Thea thought she could smell metal and smoke, clarifying the Queen's comment even further.
Her curtsey was pristine as expected by one who had learned the decorum of her station in her twenty years, and she only rose from the low dip of her body once acknowledged.
The hours had worn long since Evras began the labor of her delivery. All her life, Thea took pride in being able to comfort and help her siblings in anything that they face. This was the one time she was unable to do anything to help. There was no way to soothe or ease her sister through the struggle of childbirth.
Her knuckles had been nearly crushed as Evras gripped her, straining through the contractions that pressed the future of Colchis into the world. All she could offer were words and gentle strokes of a cool cloth across the princess' brow.
It was several hours past midnight when Dion of Kotas came into the world, and only an hour or so later when Thea found herself taking in the night air in the moonlit gardens of the Kotas Manor. The midwives continued their vigil of care for Evras and the youngest Kotas prince, excusing the others from the room in order to give both the chance to breathe, bond, and rest.
The night was too far gone for her to consider returning home, knowing that she would simply return in the morning to offer some reprieve for Evras and Prince Zanon as they shared in the joy of the new life they brought into the world.
Instead, she drifted through the maze-like gardens, drifting from one wall-separated section to another, admiring the pastel hues the flowers took in the moonlight and the distant torchlight along the sides of the Manor.
Arriving at the kitchen gardens, Thea's head tilted as she noted the familiar shape of varous herbs hanging from the wall in long, rectangular containers. Her tired mind pondered and identified the shapes of the leaves and number of petals on the blossoms for the sake of staying awake.
'Was it catnip or chamomile that would ease the woes of mother's sorrow?' she wondered, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as her lacquered fingers ever so gently stroked the peachfuzz soft leaves of the catnip plant, smelling as it emitted its aroma at the affront of being touched at all. There was no apparent risk of such a thing for Evras yet, but Thea did want to be prepared in case. It would do them no good to consider the ease of her pregnancy a boon for a happy period after delivery.
Her tomes were safely at home in the Thanasi estate, but inside, several of the midwives and the Kotas royal physician had tomes of their own. She made a mental note to peruse those in these waking hours before sunrise.
Blinking, Thea heard footsteps along the stepped path leading from the lower level of the Kotas estate, where the stables and the forge were nestled on a lower terrace. There was no need to be afraid on the Kotas grounds, but she stood still and stoic in place as she watched the imposing and apparent figure of the Colchian monarch emerge from the miniature horizon created by the terraced garden.
By the time his footfalls landed on the level where she stood, Thea had already dipped herself into a deep curtsey. The pale porcelain of her skin would have been easily seen in the moonlight, yet she still spoke softly as the night in her greeting, "Your Majesty."
At once, the murmured comment by Queen Yanni make sense. As the news of the Prince's birth was to be carried to the other Colchian princes, the Queen had murmured that they were not likely to find the King within the walls for hours yet, but not to worry. He would learn as soon as he returned.
On the cool night air, Thea thought she could smell metal and smoke, clarifying the Queen's comment even further.
Her curtsey was pristine as expected by one who had learned the decorum of her station in her twenty years, and she only rose from the low dip of her body once acknowledged.
King Tython did not like the extent of his anxiety to be a known fact. It was a weakness that he was abhorent to show to the faces of his people. He had not been trained to be neither soft nor cold. He just... was. He was strong when his people required it of him. He was fair when the gods called for it. He would show mercy if someone begged for it. Though Tython had made his life and his name with the blood of countless enemies on his hand, it had never been war that he sought. Only peace. But how were you to impress peace on your enemies when your enemies did not want the same? Defaulting to such a measure would only lead Colchis into danger, of which Tython was keen of avoiding at all costs.
Colchians were a hardy people. They were cold and staunch and they were none too kind to outsiders. But they were all still people. Fear was a very human emotion. Anxiety and worry could not escape even a King. For some reason, the anxiety of the hours of his daughter-in-laws labor were worse than he had ever felt, even in battle. Tython loved all of his children and he even wished contentedness and fulfillment upon them all. Were he not just as anxious for the arrival of his first grandchild, he would have quietly admitted that the potential for the loss of his daughter-in-law to childbirth weighed heavily on his mind. The factors were endless, and that had left the King trailing through the shadows of the Kotas manor in order to take up purchase at his forge.
Yanni knew where he would be, but that knowledge had come with time, patience, and learning of her husband's habits. Would she yield such information to others? No, not unless there truly was a problem. That meant that Tython had been given the quiet that he required to settle his nerves and his silent frustrations. More often than not, he cured such frustrations by crafting blades or weapons. Many he melted back down and recast, but it was the business of his hands that Tython required. Tonight, however, his mind had been on the baby that was to enter the family. The babe and its mother and Zanon. So he had crafted a gift. It was nothing large, but it had kept his mind occupied for a time.
Once the moon had risen high into the sky and beyond, Tython had found himself spent. With sweat soaking his shirt even against the frigid chill of the winter season, he cooled the forge before reaching for his himation. Pulling it around him, he stepped back into the cold night air. His breath trailed through the air as he took the familiar path back into the gardens and toward his home. It was frigid, but snow had not yet fallen, the temperature remaining unseasonable up to the last few weeks. Tython quickly spotted the Lady Thanasi in the gardens, but he did not slow his stride as he moved to meet her. "You'll catch your death in this cold, Lady Thanasi," the King cautioned coolly, pausing before her. "Have you tired of the waiting?" he asked after a few lingering moments.
He had always found himself restless when Yanni had been in labor. He had never been able to sit still, always anxious and always needing an outlet for his own emotions. He had never missed a single birth, but he was sure he could still see the trail of his own pacing steps in the marble floor of his chambers. Five births. And now another, though he had taken his impatience elsewhere.
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King Tython did not like the extent of his anxiety to be a known fact. It was a weakness that he was abhorent to show to the faces of his people. He had not been trained to be neither soft nor cold. He just... was. He was strong when his people required it of him. He was fair when the gods called for it. He would show mercy if someone begged for it. Though Tython had made his life and his name with the blood of countless enemies on his hand, it had never been war that he sought. Only peace. But how were you to impress peace on your enemies when your enemies did not want the same? Defaulting to such a measure would only lead Colchis into danger, of which Tython was keen of avoiding at all costs.
Colchians were a hardy people. They were cold and staunch and they were none too kind to outsiders. But they were all still people. Fear was a very human emotion. Anxiety and worry could not escape even a King. For some reason, the anxiety of the hours of his daughter-in-laws labor were worse than he had ever felt, even in battle. Tython loved all of his children and he even wished contentedness and fulfillment upon them all. Were he not just as anxious for the arrival of his first grandchild, he would have quietly admitted that the potential for the loss of his daughter-in-law to childbirth weighed heavily on his mind. The factors were endless, and that had left the King trailing through the shadows of the Kotas manor in order to take up purchase at his forge.
Yanni knew where he would be, but that knowledge had come with time, patience, and learning of her husband's habits. Would she yield such information to others? No, not unless there truly was a problem. That meant that Tython had been given the quiet that he required to settle his nerves and his silent frustrations. More often than not, he cured such frustrations by crafting blades or weapons. Many he melted back down and recast, but it was the business of his hands that Tython required. Tonight, however, his mind had been on the baby that was to enter the family. The babe and its mother and Zanon. So he had crafted a gift. It was nothing large, but it had kept his mind occupied for a time.
Once the moon had risen high into the sky and beyond, Tython had found himself spent. With sweat soaking his shirt even against the frigid chill of the winter season, he cooled the forge before reaching for his himation. Pulling it around him, he stepped back into the cold night air. His breath trailed through the air as he took the familiar path back into the gardens and toward his home. It was frigid, but snow had not yet fallen, the temperature remaining unseasonable up to the last few weeks. Tython quickly spotted the Lady Thanasi in the gardens, but he did not slow his stride as he moved to meet her. "You'll catch your death in this cold, Lady Thanasi," the King cautioned coolly, pausing before her. "Have you tired of the waiting?" he asked after a few lingering moments.
He had always found himself restless when Yanni had been in labor. He had never been able to sit still, always anxious and always needing an outlet for his own emotions. He had never missed a single birth, but he was sure he could still see the trail of his own pacing steps in the marble floor of his chambers. Five births. And now another, though he had taken his impatience elsewhere.
King Tython did not like the extent of his anxiety to be a known fact. It was a weakness that he was abhorent to show to the faces of his people. He had not been trained to be neither soft nor cold. He just... was. He was strong when his people required it of him. He was fair when the gods called for it. He would show mercy if someone begged for it. Though Tython had made his life and his name with the blood of countless enemies on his hand, it had never been war that he sought. Only peace. But how were you to impress peace on your enemies when your enemies did not want the same? Defaulting to such a measure would only lead Colchis into danger, of which Tython was keen of avoiding at all costs.
Colchians were a hardy people. They were cold and staunch and they were none too kind to outsiders. But they were all still people. Fear was a very human emotion. Anxiety and worry could not escape even a King. For some reason, the anxiety of the hours of his daughter-in-laws labor were worse than he had ever felt, even in battle. Tython loved all of his children and he even wished contentedness and fulfillment upon them all. Were he not just as anxious for the arrival of his first grandchild, he would have quietly admitted that the potential for the loss of his daughter-in-law to childbirth weighed heavily on his mind. The factors were endless, and that had left the King trailing through the shadows of the Kotas manor in order to take up purchase at his forge.
Yanni knew where he would be, but that knowledge had come with time, patience, and learning of her husband's habits. Would she yield such information to others? No, not unless there truly was a problem. That meant that Tython had been given the quiet that he required to settle his nerves and his silent frustrations. More often than not, he cured such frustrations by crafting blades or weapons. Many he melted back down and recast, but it was the business of his hands that Tython required. Tonight, however, his mind had been on the baby that was to enter the family. The babe and its mother and Zanon. So he had crafted a gift. It was nothing large, but it had kept his mind occupied for a time.
Once the moon had risen high into the sky and beyond, Tython had found himself spent. With sweat soaking his shirt even against the frigid chill of the winter season, he cooled the forge before reaching for his himation. Pulling it around him, he stepped back into the cold night air. His breath trailed through the air as he took the familiar path back into the gardens and toward his home. It was frigid, but snow had not yet fallen, the temperature remaining unseasonable up to the last few weeks. Tython quickly spotted the Lady Thanasi in the gardens, but he did not slow his stride as he moved to meet her. "You'll catch your death in this cold, Lady Thanasi," the King cautioned coolly, pausing before her. "Have you tired of the waiting?" he asked after a few lingering moments.
He had always found himself restless when Yanni had been in labor. He had never been able to sit still, always anxious and always needing an outlet for his own emotions. He had never missed a single birth, but he was sure he could still see the trail of his own pacing steps in the marble floor of his chambers. Five births. And now another, though he had taken his impatience elsewhere.
The cold had not bothered Thea at all until the King spoke his warning. Perhaps the preoccupation of her mind had kept her from feeling natures harshness against her skin, beyond the short shawl she curled around her shoulders. If she had a looking glass, her cheeks would have appeared windburnt and stark against her pale skin, nearly matching the fading hue she had pressed to her lips in the morning hours, ever so long ago.
Regardless, the elder monarch's words caused her to pull her shawl around her shoulders more tightly, as if obeying the thinly veiled order to keep herself from truly catching her death in the cold of the Colchian winter.
At his query, Thea's brows rose slightly, before settling once again. Ah, of course, he did not know. Nearly an hour had past hence but there was no way of knowing where the King had ventured off to, given the Queen's veiled words.
A smile that would have been considered uncharacteristic for a Thanasi spread across her features, fully genuine. While she was trained in the manners of court and royal decorum, there was no precise protocol for being the first to announce the birth of a new royal to the King and grandfather. It may have been overstepping bounds, but she could not lie to him as he stood before her.
"Your Majesty," Thea started, trying to contain the excitement that broke through her usually placid features but failing in her young age to do so, "The waiting is done, not an hour ago. Prince Dion of Kotas. He's....perfect, Your Majesty." Thea all but laughed a moment, stifling it a bit as she spoke of the perfect, crying bundle in the rooms far and above them. Usually one of the Thanasi way of not veering into emotionality, the late hour and the exhaustion of the prior proceedings had her losing the slightest bit of decorum before the Kotas king.
"They are resting above, both mother and son" she clarified, with a slight tilt of the head, as if to explain her reasoning for being below. If that did not suffice, she added, "The hour is too late to return home, and I wish to aid my sister come morning light, as long as she shall need it."
Thea's eyes caught the way the elder man before her held his hands behind his back, noting the bit of fabric that did not match his himation dangling freely. She did not say anything aloud, but the slanting quirk of her eyebrow spoke freely enough.
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The cold had not bothered Thea at all until the King spoke his warning. Perhaps the preoccupation of her mind had kept her from feeling natures harshness against her skin, beyond the short shawl she curled around her shoulders. If she had a looking glass, her cheeks would have appeared windburnt and stark against her pale skin, nearly matching the fading hue she had pressed to her lips in the morning hours, ever so long ago.
Regardless, the elder monarch's words caused her to pull her shawl around her shoulders more tightly, as if obeying the thinly veiled order to keep herself from truly catching her death in the cold of the Colchian winter.
At his query, Thea's brows rose slightly, before settling once again. Ah, of course, he did not know. Nearly an hour had past hence but there was no way of knowing where the King had ventured off to, given the Queen's veiled words.
A smile that would have been considered uncharacteristic for a Thanasi spread across her features, fully genuine. While she was trained in the manners of court and royal decorum, there was no precise protocol for being the first to announce the birth of a new royal to the King and grandfather. It may have been overstepping bounds, but she could not lie to him as he stood before her.
"Your Majesty," Thea started, trying to contain the excitement that broke through her usually placid features but failing in her young age to do so, "The waiting is done, not an hour ago. Prince Dion of Kotas. He's....perfect, Your Majesty." Thea all but laughed a moment, stifling it a bit as she spoke of the perfect, crying bundle in the rooms far and above them. Usually one of the Thanasi way of not veering into emotionality, the late hour and the exhaustion of the prior proceedings had her losing the slightest bit of decorum before the Kotas king.
"They are resting above, both mother and son" she clarified, with a slight tilt of the head, as if to explain her reasoning for being below. If that did not suffice, she added, "The hour is too late to return home, and I wish to aid my sister come morning light, as long as she shall need it."
Thea's eyes caught the way the elder man before her held his hands behind his back, noting the bit of fabric that did not match his himation dangling freely. She did not say anything aloud, but the slanting quirk of her eyebrow spoke freely enough.
The cold had not bothered Thea at all until the King spoke his warning. Perhaps the preoccupation of her mind had kept her from feeling natures harshness against her skin, beyond the short shawl she curled around her shoulders. If she had a looking glass, her cheeks would have appeared windburnt and stark against her pale skin, nearly matching the fading hue she had pressed to her lips in the morning hours, ever so long ago.
Regardless, the elder monarch's words caused her to pull her shawl around her shoulders more tightly, as if obeying the thinly veiled order to keep herself from truly catching her death in the cold of the Colchian winter.
At his query, Thea's brows rose slightly, before settling once again. Ah, of course, he did not know. Nearly an hour had past hence but there was no way of knowing where the King had ventured off to, given the Queen's veiled words.
A smile that would have been considered uncharacteristic for a Thanasi spread across her features, fully genuine. While she was trained in the manners of court and royal decorum, there was no precise protocol for being the first to announce the birth of a new royal to the King and grandfather. It may have been overstepping bounds, but she could not lie to him as he stood before her.
"Your Majesty," Thea started, trying to contain the excitement that broke through her usually placid features but failing in her young age to do so, "The waiting is done, not an hour ago. Prince Dion of Kotas. He's....perfect, Your Majesty." Thea all but laughed a moment, stifling it a bit as she spoke of the perfect, crying bundle in the rooms far and above them. Usually one of the Thanasi way of not veering into emotionality, the late hour and the exhaustion of the prior proceedings had her losing the slightest bit of decorum before the Kotas king.
"They are resting above, both mother and son" she clarified, with a slight tilt of the head, as if to explain her reasoning for being below. If that did not suffice, she added, "The hour is too late to return home, and I wish to aid my sister come morning light, as long as she shall need it."
Thea's eyes caught the way the elder man before her held his hands behind his back, noting the bit of fabric that did not match his himation dangling freely. She did not say anything aloud, but the slanting quirk of her eyebrow spoke freely enough.
It had not occured to the king, not in the slightest, that his somewhat short stint at the forge would result in him missing the birth of his grandson. It had not occured to him that it would only take a few hours time before the babe would be safely delivered into their world from his mother's womb. Princess Evras was a face that Tython had grown accustomed to seeing since his son had insisted on marrying the Thanasi lady. In truth, Tython had even found the slightest bit of affection for the young princess and had done his best to show that he did not hold a family's sins against every member of that family.
Pausing at the declaration that Prince Dion of Kotas had been born, the King seemed uncharacteristically taken aback at first. The slightest drop of his jaw and a quick glance upward toward the house and the rooms that he knew to house his daughter-in-law was the only signal of his surprise. At first, the name was the most surprising fact of the birth, but it grew on him quickly and he thought no more of it, simply pleased that the Kotas family had born yet another son into their ranks.
"I am..." the king trailed off slowly, seeming to think through his words in an effort to keep some modicum of propriety between himself and the Thanasi lady. He couldn't, and a very rare smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, his joy at the news making the skin around his eyes crinkle with clear happiness. Even his stormy gaze seemed brighter in the winter moonlight, the cold not seeping into his bones any longer. No, now he simply felt pure adrenaline at the fact that he was a grandfather. Other men would start to feel older beyond their years when another child was added to a family, especially one not fathered by themselves. But Tython had fathered five children of his own and was only glad to see his own children growing up and out and expanding the Kotas name with little time to waste.
"I am most pleased, Lady Thanasi," Tython finally managed to murmur, lifting his chin slightly and once more glancing toward the manor as if he wanted to immediately go and visit the young mother and the tiny child she held in her arms even now. But he resigned himself to remaining here, levelling a careful gaze on Thea. "I am assured that the queen has already arranged a room for you then, Lady Thanasi," he noted calmly, "And I am assured that I may meet my grandson some morning light as well," Tython declared calmly, "Alone, with you and my daughter in attendance," he added without skipping a beat.
It was her glance toward the item that he held behind his back that made him shift and bring the carefully wrapped metal figurine out to the front of his person. With little detail save for the simple silhouette of it, Tython held a small bear figuring fit for a child to play with. Sure, the prince would be far too young to play with such things now, but when he was up and walking and getting into things, the King had hoped that this mught cure an ounce or two of boredom that the children of royals and nobles often felt when their parents were staunch and there was little humor to be had. "A gift for the prince."
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It had not occured to the king, not in the slightest, that his somewhat short stint at the forge would result in him missing the birth of his grandson. It had not occured to him that it would only take a few hours time before the babe would be safely delivered into their world from his mother's womb. Princess Evras was a face that Tython had grown accustomed to seeing since his son had insisted on marrying the Thanasi lady. In truth, Tython had even found the slightest bit of affection for the young princess and had done his best to show that he did not hold a family's sins against every member of that family.
Pausing at the declaration that Prince Dion of Kotas had been born, the King seemed uncharacteristically taken aback at first. The slightest drop of his jaw and a quick glance upward toward the house and the rooms that he knew to house his daughter-in-law was the only signal of his surprise. At first, the name was the most surprising fact of the birth, but it grew on him quickly and he thought no more of it, simply pleased that the Kotas family had born yet another son into their ranks.
"I am..." the king trailed off slowly, seeming to think through his words in an effort to keep some modicum of propriety between himself and the Thanasi lady. He couldn't, and a very rare smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, his joy at the news making the skin around his eyes crinkle with clear happiness. Even his stormy gaze seemed brighter in the winter moonlight, the cold not seeping into his bones any longer. No, now he simply felt pure adrenaline at the fact that he was a grandfather. Other men would start to feel older beyond their years when another child was added to a family, especially one not fathered by themselves. But Tython had fathered five children of his own and was only glad to see his own children growing up and out and expanding the Kotas name with little time to waste.
"I am most pleased, Lady Thanasi," Tython finally managed to murmur, lifting his chin slightly and once more glancing toward the manor as if he wanted to immediately go and visit the young mother and the tiny child she held in her arms even now. But he resigned himself to remaining here, levelling a careful gaze on Thea. "I am assured that the queen has already arranged a room for you then, Lady Thanasi," he noted calmly, "And I am assured that I may meet my grandson some morning light as well," Tython declared calmly, "Alone, with you and my daughter in attendance," he added without skipping a beat.
It was her glance toward the item that he held behind his back that made him shift and bring the carefully wrapped metal figurine out to the front of his person. With little detail save for the simple silhouette of it, Tython held a small bear figuring fit for a child to play with. Sure, the prince would be far too young to play with such things now, but when he was up and walking and getting into things, the King had hoped that this mught cure an ounce or two of boredom that the children of royals and nobles often felt when their parents were staunch and there was little humor to be had. "A gift for the prince."
It had not occured to the king, not in the slightest, that his somewhat short stint at the forge would result in him missing the birth of his grandson. It had not occured to him that it would only take a few hours time before the babe would be safely delivered into their world from his mother's womb. Princess Evras was a face that Tython had grown accustomed to seeing since his son had insisted on marrying the Thanasi lady. In truth, Tython had even found the slightest bit of affection for the young princess and had done his best to show that he did not hold a family's sins against every member of that family.
Pausing at the declaration that Prince Dion of Kotas had been born, the King seemed uncharacteristically taken aback at first. The slightest drop of his jaw and a quick glance upward toward the house and the rooms that he knew to house his daughter-in-law was the only signal of his surprise. At first, the name was the most surprising fact of the birth, but it grew on him quickly and he thought no more of it, simply pleased that the Kotas family had born yet another son into their ranks.
"I am..." the king trailed off slowly, seeming to think through his words in an effort to keep some modicum of propriety between himself and the Thanasi lady. He couldn't, and a very rare smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, his joy at the news making the skin around his eyes crinkle with clear happiness. Even his stormy gaze seemed brighter in the winter moonlight, the cold not seeping into his bones any longer. No, now he simply felt pure adrenaline at the fact that he was a grandfather. Other men would start to feel older beyond their years when another child was added to a family, especially one not fathered by themselves. But Tython had fathered five children of his own and was only glad to see his own children growing up and out and expanding the Kotas name with little time to waste.
"I am most pleased, Lady Thanasi," Tython finally managed to murmur, lifting his chin slightly and once more glancing toward the manor as if he wanted to immediately go and visit the young mother and the tiny child she held in her arms even now. But he resigned himself to remaining here, levelling a careful gaze on Thea. "I am assured that the queen has already arranged a room for you then, Lady Thanasi," he noted calmly, "And I am assured that I may meet my grandson some morning light as well," Tython declared calmly, "Alone, with you and my daughter in attendance," he added without skipping a beat.
It was her glance toward the item that he held behind his back that made him shift and bring the carefully wrapped metal figurine out to the front of his person. With little detail save for the simple silhouette of it, Tython held a small bear figuring fit for a child to play with. Sure, the prince would be far too young to play with such things now, but when he was up and walking and getting into things, the King had hoped that this mught cure an ounce or two of boredom that the children of royals and nobles often felt when their parents were staunch and there was little humor to be had. "A gift for the prince."
There were certain metals in the mountains that were considered rare, but none she imagined so rare as to catch the King's smile as he realized his new role as grandfather. It was a strange thing to witness firsthand, but in the moment, it was more than understandable. Her own features were aglow with excitement from the moment she caught her first glimpse of her nephew and the look on Evras' face the moment her world shifted.
Thea's eyes watched the thoughts play across the King's face, her smile softly suppressed as he seemed to ponder the idea of going upstairs to see for himself. It would likely be a few days before Lord Thanasi would make his way to see the continuation of his bloodline, as a victory won without playing much of a part in it beyond fathering Evras. Thea could not help but ponder the differences the two men would have in their approach to grandfatherhood, but knowing that she would measure them in observations later on.
Deep down, hidden away behind her expression, Thea felt the slight squirm of memory knowing how close she had come to standing in her sister's place. Waiting for a child to enter the world was a woman's task, and Thea felt a sense of ease and gratefulness that she had not seen much of Vangelis since arriving. It was easy to sweep that memory away whenever it arose, though, despite the way she would catch her eyes lingering on the Crown Prince from time to time, curious more than anything.
Thea dipped her head in silent thanks with King Tython's assurance that there would be a place for her that night. Though Queen Yanni had assuredly set aside rooms for her in the guest suites, Thea doubted she would find sleep, despite sunrise nearing. Even with the winter wind fluttering against her eyelashes, her gaze was wide-awake with the excitement of the new life that began.
"I doubt I shall sleep tonight," Thea noted, her eyes still smiling before she dipped her head again at his declaration to see the mother and son in the morning. "It would be my pleasure, Your Majesty. The dawn is nearer than it seems."
Once Thea saw the parcel uncovered, revealing the finely, crafted Kotas bear in his hands, she could not help the soft breath of a gasp and beaming smile. There was care and consideration taken in creating the toy, and though she kept her expression mostly veiled, there was something touching about the King of Colchis taking his time to craft such a thing. It was not the sort of toy that any Thanasi would have received as a child, opting for books and poppets that were dressed in finery to match their own, though Dysius was once given a jointed, metal serpent on a chain that he would drag clattering across the marble flagstones of their Archontikó. There would be no such toy for Dion, she believed.
Thea leaned in a slight bit to examine it as he held it, temptation wanting to extend her own hands to hold it but knowing far better than to ask for something in the hands of the monarch. Instead, a thought crossed her mind as her brows raised, a question in her eyes as she looked up to him and asked, "Have you made such a gift for each of your children as well?"
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There were certain metals in the mountains that were considered rare, but none she imagined so rare as to catch the King's smile as he realized his new role as grandfather. It was a strange thing to witness firsthand, but in the moment, it was more than understandable. Her own features were aglow with excitement from the moment she caught her first glimpse of her nephew and the look on Evras' face the moment her world shifted.
Thea's eyes watched the thoughts play across the King's face, her smile softly suppressed as he seemed to ponder the idea of going upstairs to see for himself. It would likely be a few days before Lord Thanasi would make his way to see the continuation of his bloodline, as a victory won without playing much of a part in it beyond fathering Evras. Thea could not help but ponder the differences the two men would have in their approach to grandfatherhood, but knowing that she would measure them in observations later on.
Deep down, hidden away behind her expression, Thea felt the slight squirm of memory knowing how close she had come to standing in her sister's place. Waiting for a child to enter the world was a woman's task, and Thea felt a sense of ease and gratefulness that she had not seen much of Vangelis since arriving. It was easy to sweep that memory away whenever it arose, though, despite the way she would catch her eyes lingering on the Crown Prince from time to time, curious more than anything.
Thea dipped her head in silent thanks with King Tython's assurance that there would be a place for her that night. Though Queen Yanni had assuredly set aside rooms for her in the guest suites, Thea doubted she would find sleep, despite sunrise nearing. Even with the winter wind fluttering against her eyelashes, her gaze was wide-awake with the excitement of the new life that began.
"I doubt I shall sleep tonight," Thea noted, her eyes still smiling before she dipped her head again at his declaration to see the mother and son in the morning. "It would be my pleasure, Your Majesty. The dawn is nearer than it seems."
Once Thea saw the parcel uncovered, revealing the finely, crafted Kotas bear in his hands, she could not help the soft breath of a gasp and beaming smile. There was care and consideration taken in creating the toy, and though she kept her expression mostly veiled, there was something touching about the King of Colchis taking his time to craft such a thing. It was not the sort of toy that any Thanasi would have received as a child, opting for books and poppets that were dressed in finery to match their own, though Dysius was once given a jointed, metal serpent on a chain that he would drag clattering across the marble flagstones of their Archontikó. There would be no such toy for Dion, she believed.
Thea leaned in a slight bit to examine it as he held it, temptation wanting to extend her own hands to hold it but knowing far better than to ask for something in the hands of the monarch. Instead, a thought crossed her mind as her brows raised, a question in her eyes as she looked up to him and asked, "Have you made such a gift for each of your children as well?"
There were certain metals in the mountains that were considered rare, but none she imagined so rare as to catch the King's smile as he realized his new role as grandfather. It was a strange thing to witness firsthand, but in the moment, it was more than understandable. Her own features were aglow with excitement from the moment she caught her first glimpse of her nephew and the look on Evras' face the moment her world shifted.
Thea's eyes watched the thoughts play across the King's face, her smile softly suppressed as he seemed to ponder the idea of going upstairs to see for himself. It would likely be a few days before Lord Thanasi would make his way to see the continuation of his bloodline, as a victory won without playing much of a part in it beyond fathering Evras. Thea could not help but ponder the differences the two men would have in their approach to grandfatherhood, but knowing that she would measure them in observations later on.
Deep down, hidden away behind her expression, Thea felt the slight squirm of memory knowing how close she had come to standing in her sister's place. Waiting for a child to enter the world was a woman's task, and Thea felt a sense of ease and gratefulness that she had not seen much of Vangelis since arriving. It was easy to sweep that memory away whenever it arose, though, despite the way she would catch her eyes lingering on the Crown Prince from time to time, curious more than anything.
Thea dipped her head in silent thanks with King Tython's assurance that there would be a place for her that night. Though Queen Yanni had assuredly set aside rooms for her in the guest suites, Thea doubted she would find sleep, despite sunrise nearing. Even with the winter wind fluttering against her eyelashes, her gaze was wide-awake with the excitement of the new life that began.
"I doubt I shall sleep tonight," Thea noted, her eyes still smiling before she dipped her head again at his declaration to see the mother and son in the morning. "It would be my pleasure, Your Majesty. The dawn is nearer than it seems."
Once Thea saw the parcel uncovered, revealing the finely, crafted Kotas bear in his hands, she could not help the soft breath of a gasp and beaming smile. There was care and consideration taken in creating the toy, and though she kept her expression mostly veiled, there was something touching about the King of Colchis taking his time to craft such a thing. It was not the sort of toy that any Thanasi would have received as a child, opting for books and poppets that were dressed in finery to match their own, though Dysius was once given a jointed, metal serpent on a chain that he would drag clattering across the marble flagstones of their Archontikó. There would be no such toy for Dion, she believed.
Thea leaned in a slight bit to examine it as he held it, temptation wanting to extend her own hands to hold it but knowing far better than to ask for something in the hands of the monarch. Instead, a thought crossed her mind as her brows raised, a question in her eyes as she looked up to him and asked, "Have you made such a gift for each of your children as well?"
Lady Thea's assertion that she would likely not sleep that night was felt in Tython's own bones. It was unlikely that he would find more than a few hours at most, though he was sure that his wife was still waiting for him to come to bed. Maybe not awake, but on that precipice between awake and asleep that would have her stirring the moment that he settled into bed with her. Maybe then he would find a few further hours of rest before he made it his mission to meet the new Kotas prince.
He had not felt this jittery and this much joy over something since the birth of Athanasia. In fact, the birth of each of his children had left him feeling as he did now. Floaty, almost out of it with excitement, though he knew that, as King, he needed to keep his own behavior in check. The birth of Vangelis had seen him stumbling all over himself to get to his queen and newborn son. He could remember that his eyes were wide and his heart hammering in his chest at the very sight of the two of them. There had been affection there for his wife then, but nothing so profound as what came about when Zanon was born.
From there on, he recognized this feeling. The happiness that came with adding another heir to the Kotas bloodline. Male or female, it really hadn't mattered to Tython. But the title of grandfather was something he would wear with a gleaming pride in his eyes for days, even weeks, to come.
His thoughts were split on the idea of finding sleep and the idea of keeping himself awake to work off the rest of the excitement. Surely, a walk in the gardens, the air growing more frigid over time, would leave him tired enough to rest for at least a short while. Besides, it would also pass the time before he could visit his daughter-in-law and brand new grandson. Offering Thea his arm, he waited for her to take it before he started to guide them carefully through the gardens, side by side, and able to ignore his past dislike of the Thanasi. For now. Lady Thea had never done anything to make Tython assume she was up to anything dangerous or venomous.
It was Lady Nethis that he always watched out for.
Her question about the bear that he held in his grasp had him looking back at her, a slight shrug of his shoulders his first answer. Clearing his throat, he looked down at the toy once more, nodding a little. "I started after Zanon was born," he said slowly, "So Vangelis was the only one who never got one... though he did get a trick sword when he first started training to be a soldier," Tython said with an amused smirk on his features. Admittedly, nothing could bring him down in that moment. He was simply... overjoyed.
"Was it a hard birth, Lady Thea?" Tython finally asked as they moved along the garden path together, "Is there any risk to the princess?"
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Lady Thea's assertion that she would likely not sleep that night was felt in Tython's own bones. It was unlikely that he would find more than a few hours at most, though he was sure that his wife was still waiting for him to come to bed. Maybe not awake, but on that precipice between awake and asleep that would have her stirring the moment that he settled into bed with her. Maybe then he would find a few further hours of rest before he made it his mission to meet the new Kotas prince.
He had not felt this jittery and this much joy over something since the birth of Athanasia. In fact, the birth of each of his children had left him feeling as he did now. Floaty, almost out of it with excitement, though he knew that, as King, he needed to keep his own behavior in check. The birth of Vangelis had seen him stumbling all over himself to get to his queen and newborn son. He could remember that his eyes were wide and his heart hammering in his chest at the very sight of the two of them. There had been affection there for his wife then, but nothing so profound as what came about when Zanon was born.
From there on, he recognized this feeling. The happiness that came with adding another heir to the Kotas bloodline. Male or female, it really hadn't mattered to Tython. But the title of grandfather was something he would wear with a gleaming pride in his eyes for days, even weeks, to come.
His thoughts were split on the idea of finding sleep and the idea of keeping himself awake to work off the rest of the excitement. Surely, a walk in the gardens, the air growing more frigid over time, would leave him tired enough to rest for at least a short while. Besides, it would also pass the time before he could visit his daughter-in-law and brand new grandson. Offering Thea his arm, he waited for her to take it before he started to guide them carefully through the gardens, side by side, and able to ignore his past dislike of the Thanasi. For now. Lady Thea had never done anything to make Tython assume she was up to anything dangerous or venomous.
It was Lady Nethis that he always watched out for.
Her question about the bear that he held in his grasp had him looking back at her, a slight shrug of his shoulders his first answer. Clearing his throat, he looked down at the toy once more, nodding a little. "I started after Zanon was born," he said slowly, "So Vangelis was the only one who never got one... though he did get a trick sword when he first started training to be a soldier," Tython said with an amused smirk on his features. Admittedly, nothing could bring him down in that moment. He was simply... overjoyed.
"Was it a hard birth, Lady Thea?" Tython finally asked as they moved along the garden path together, "Is there any risk to the princess?"
Lady Thea's assertion that she would likely not sleep that night was felt in Tython's own bones. It was unlikely that he would find more than a few hours at most, though he was sure that his wife was still waiting for him to come to bed. Maybe not awake, but on that precipice between awake and asleep that would have her stirring the moment that he settled into bed with her. Maybe then he would find a few further hours of rest before he made it his mission to meet the new Kotas prince.
He had not felt this jittery and this much joy over something since the birth of Athanasia. In fact, the birth of each of his children had left him feeling as he did now. Floaty, almost out of it with excitement, though he knew that, as King, he needed to keep his own behavior in check. The birth of Vangelis had seen him stumbling all over himself to get to his queen and newborn son. He could remember that his eyes were wide and his heart hammering in his chest at the very sight of the two of them. There had been affection there for his wife then, but nothing so profound as what came about when Zanon was born.
From there on, he recognized this feeling. The happiness that came with adding another heir to the Kotas bloodline. Male or female, it really hadn't mattered to Tython. But the title of grandfather was something he would wear with a gleaming pride in his eyes for days, even weeks, to come.
His thoughts were split on the idea of finding sleep and the idea of keeping himself awake to work off the rest of the excitement. Surely, a walk in the gardens, the air growing more frigid over time, would leave him tired enough to rest for at least a short while. Besides, it would also pass the time before he could visit his daughter-in-law and brand new grandson. Offering Thea his arm, he waited for her to take it before he started to guide them carefully through the gardens, side by side, and able to ignore his past dislike of the Thanasi. For now. Lady Thea had never done anything to make Tython assume she was up to anything dangerous or venomous.
It was Lady Nethis that he always watched out for.
Her question about the bear that he held in his grasp had him looking back at her, a slight shrug of his shoulders his first answer. Clearing his throat, he looked down at the toy once more, nodding a little. "I started after Zanon was born," he said slowly, "So Vangelis was the only one who never got one... though he did get a trick sword when he first started training to be a soldier," Tython said with an amused smirk on his features. Admittedly, nothing could bring him down in that moment. He was simply... overjoyed.
"Was it a hard birth, Lady Thea?" Tython finally asked as they moved along the garden path together, "Is there any risk to the princess?"
At the King’s offered arm, Thea dipped her head slightly and accepted it, allowing him to guide them both.
They were quite an odd pairing, walking through the gardens in the hours just past midnight. Even given the hour, there was no doubt in her mind that at least one Kotas guard had their eyes upon them, though clearly keeping a distance. Thea wondered if his compatriots would believe the tale of the King and the Thanasi walking through the gardens at such a late hour, or if they would assume the man had dozed off on his watch.
Still, Thea found the King’s company welcome, as they both seemed to share in the quiet and seemingly uncharacteristic joy for them both at the new life shared between their families. Thea had been all but inseparable from Evras’ side through her ordeal. Though her younger sister had been fully a woman for some time now, it seemed to surprise them both that she was to be a mother at this age. Their own mother had been well-on in her years before bearing children, but in the many passing hours between the sisters during Evras’ anticipatory confinement, it seemed her circumstance was entirely different. After all, the love Evras bore for Zanon was beyond comparison to the limited affection any of the Thanasi children had seen between Dionysius and Ulla, when she lived.
As the King explained how this tradition began, Thea could not help but the slight pique of interest as he explained it began with Zanon, not with Vangelis. The King smirked and Thea could not help the soft hum of a laugh that escaped her.
That certainly explains a lot…
“Not at all, it went quite well,” Thea said, her tone laced with the slightest sense of surprise at the words herself, “Remarkably so, according to the midwife. Of course, it was taxing for hours, but Evras was in such high spirits moments after. In all my life, I have never seen my sister smile so.”
In speaking of the moment, Thea’s face softened, reliving the sight in her mind’s eyes as she saw her sister look up at her, with her hair sticking to her forehead and her cheeks flushed from exertion, beaming in a way that Thea had never seen before. In a moment, it was almost like her sister had transformed into someone else entirely, like the new life in her arm had given her a new life of her own.
A few moments of silence had followed her words, her own cheeks flushing at the recent memory of it and feeling that lightness in her own chest at the thought of it. It was undoubtedly love.
Glancing back to King Tython, she smiled even as she recollected herself, taking a deep breath of night air and taking a moment to look out over the garden.
“They are happy, and that makes me happy.”
It was no secret that there had been contention over Evras and Zanon being wed, particularly knowing the reason behind it While there would undoubtedly always be tension between their families, Thea simply felt compelled to say the words, though she likely did not need to at this point. Upstairs, that very reason behind it all was bundled tightly in fine clothes and sleeping soundly in his mother’s arms - and was the reason for the King’s smile.
And secretly, selfishly, for reasons unknown to the man beside her, Thea was glad that it was not her.
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At the King’s offered arm, Thea dipped her head slightly and accepted it, allowing him to guide them both.
They were quite an odd pairing, walking through the gardens in the hours just past midnight. Even given the hour, there was no doubt in her mind that at least one Kotas guard had their eyes upon them, though clearly keeping a distance. Thea wondered if his compatriots would believe the tale of the King and the Thanasi walking through the gardens at such a late hour, or if they would assume the man had dozed off on his watch.
Still, Thea found the King’s company welcome, as they both seemed to share in the quiet and seemingly uncharacteristic joy for them both at the new life shared between their families. Thea had been all but inseparable from Evras’ side through her ordeal. Though her younger sister had been fully a woman for some time now, it seemed to surprise them both that she was to be a mother at this age. Their own mother had been well-on in her years before bearing children, but in the many passing hours between the sisters during Evras’ anticipatory confinement, it seemed her circumstance was entirely different. After all, the love Evras bore for Zanon was beyond comparison to the limited affection any of the Thanasi children had seen between Dionysius and Ulla, when she lived.
As the King explained how this tradition began, Thea could not help but the slight pique of interest as he explained it began with Zanon, not with Vangelis. The King smirked and Thea could not help the soft hum of a laugh that escaped her.
That certainly explains a lot…
“Not at all, it went quite well,” Thea said, her tone laced with the slightest sense of surprise at the words herself, “Remarkably so, according to the midwife. Of course, it was taxing for hours, but Evras was in such high spirits moments after. In all my life, I have never seen my sister smile so.”
In speaking of the moment, Thea’s face softened, reliving the sight in her mind’s eyes as she saw her sister look up at her, with her hair sticking to her forehead and her cheeks flushed from exertion, beaming in a way that Thea had never seen before. In a moment, it was almost like her sister had transformed into someone else entirely, like the new life in her arm had given her a new life of her own.
A few moments of silence had followed her words, her own cheeks flushing at the recent memory of it and feeling that lightness in her own chest at the thought of it. It was undoubtedly love.
Glancing back to King Tython, she smiled even as she recollected herself, taking a deep breath of night air and taking a moment to look out over the garden.
“They are happy, and that makes me happy.”
It was no secret that there had been contention over Evras and Zanon being wed, particularly knowing the reason behind it While there would undoubtedly always be tension between their families, Thea simply felt compelled to say the words, though she likely did not need to at this point. Upstairs, that very reason behind it all was bundled tightly in fine clothes and sleeping soundly in his mother’s arms - and was the reason for the King’s smile.
And secretly, selfishly, for reasons unknown to the man beside her, Thea was glad that it was not her.
At the King’s offered arm, Thea dipped her head slightly and accepted it, allowing him to guide them both.
They were quite an odd pairing, walking through the gardens in the hours just past midnight. Even given the hour, there was no doubt in her mind that at least one Kotas guard had their eyes upon them, though clearly keeping a distance. Thea wondered if his compatriots would believe the tale of the King and the Thanasi walking through the gardens at such a late hour, or if they would assume the man had dozed off on his watch.
Still, Thea found the King’s company welcome, as they both seemed to share in the quiet and seemingly uncharacteristic joy for them both at the new life shared between their families. Thea had been all but inseparable from Evras’ side through her ordeal. Though her younger sister had been fully a woman for some time now, it seemed to surprise them both that she was to be a mother at this age. Their own mother had been well-on in her years before bearing children, but in the many passing hours between the sisters during Evras’ anticipatory confinement, it seemed her circumstance was entirely different. After all, the love Evras bore for Zanon was beyond comparison to the limited affection any of the Thanasi children had seen between Dionysius and Ulla, when she lived.
As the King explained how this tradition began, Thea could not help but the slight pique of interest as he explained it began with Zanon, not with Vangelis. The King smirked and Thea could not help the soft hum of a laugh that escaped her.
That certainly explains a lot…
“Not at all, it went quite well,” Thea said, her tone laced with the slightest sense of surprise at the words herself, “Remarkably so, according to the midwife. Of course, it was taxing for hours, but Evras was in such high spirits moments after. In all my life, I have never seen my sister smile so.”
In speaking of the moment, Thea’s face softened, reliving the sight in her mind’s eyes as she saw her sister look up at her, with her hair sticking to her forehead and her cheeks flushed from exertion, beaming in a way that Thea had never seen before. In a moment, it was almost like her sister had transformed into someone else entirely, like the new life in her arm had given her a new life of her own.
A few moments of silence had followed her words, her own cheeks flushing at the recent memory of it and feeling that lightness in her own chest at the thought of it. It was undoubtedly love.
Glancing back to King Tython, she smiled even as she recollected herself, taking a deep breath of night air and taking a moment to look out over the garden.
“They are happy, and that makes me happy.”
It was no secret that there had been contention over Evras and Zanon being wed, particularly knowing the reason behind it While there would undoubtedly always be tension between their families, Thea simply felt compelled to say the words, though she likely did not need to at this point. Upstairs, that very reason behind it all was bundled tightly in fine clothes and sleeping soundly in his mother’s arms - and was the reason for the King’s smile.
And secretly, selfishly, for reasons unknown to the man beside her, Thea was glad that it was not her.
Tython knew exactly how Evras felt in those moments after she had finally given birth. He remembered watching Yanni in the same position when she had given birth to Vangelis. The look of joy that came after hours upon hours of a taxing labor. And then the smile, brighter than Tython had ever witnessed before. Yanni and her first son had lit up a room, and it was then and there that Tython had realized that things between himself and Yanni would be okay. At the very least they would be amicable.
But with her second birth, that time to Zanon, they had solidified an ever-growing love for one another that had not broken once since that day. Evras and Zanon had had love from the very start, and he wondered, silently, if Yanni would have felt much more connected to him if they had actually been in love when the first of their children were born. He had a mind to ask her, always interested in the thoughts of his queen, especially when they regarded the past that they had both shared with one another.
"That seems to be such a common theme between women who first hold their babes in their arms. The queen was the same," Tython said lightly, looking straight ahead as they trailed around one of the paths, Tython's mind still on his wife and how happy he had been with each and every birth. He could only imagine that she had felt the same joy, if not even more, as a mother. Queen Kaiti, his mother, had always touted that she had felt nothing but relief and pure joy when she had held both Tython and Tythra in her arms for the first time.
"I pray that you make it your goal to keep them happy, Lady Thea," the king murmured, turning his gaze back to her face. "With everything you have, it will do no good for either family if the prince and princess were to fall apart," but he did not speak of the tension between their families. He did not feel that it needed mentioning, so he would not mention it. Both families knew that it was there and that it would likely never fade, even if the earth were to become smoother ground between them.
With that thought in mind, Tython gave Thea the very slightest of smirks. "I'm sure that you could slip something into their drinks if they ever decide to have a go at one another," and knowing his son, it would undoubtably happen some day. Who knew when, but it would. Zanon was a passionate man. Wholly passionate and wholly willing to fight tooth and nail just to be stubborn. Tython both resented that temperment and respected it in his son. "The queen was not pleased with you at the wedding," Tython mused, then, his stormy eyes glinting a bit in the moonlight. "But I'm sure my sister thanks you."
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Tython knew exactly how Evras felt in those moments after she had finally given birth. He remembered watching Yanni in the same position when she had given birth to Vangelis. The look of joy that came after hours upon hours of a taxing labor. And then the smile, brighter than Tython had ever witnessed before. Yanni and her first son had lit up a room, and it was then and there that Tython had realized that things between himself and Yanni would be okay. At the very least they would be amicable.
But with her second birth, that time to Zanon, they had solidified an ever-growing love for one another that had not broken once since that day. Evras and Zanon had had love from the very start, and he wondered, silently, if Yanni would have felt much more connected to him if they had actually been in love when the first of their children were born. He had a mind to ask her, always interested in the thoughts of his queen, especially when they regarded the past that they had both shared with one another.
"That seems to be such a common theme between women who first hold their babes in their arms. The queen was the same," Tython said lightly, looking straight ahead as they trailed around one of the paths, Tython's mind still on his wife and how happy he had been with each and every birth. He could only imagine that she had felt the same joy, if not even more, as a mother. Queen Kaiti, his mother, had always touted that she had felt nothing but relief and pure joy when she had held both Tython and Tythra in her arms for the first time.
"I pray that you make it your goal to keep them happy, Lady Thea," the king murmured, turning his gaze back to her face. "With everything you have, it will do no good for either family if the prince and princess were to fall apart," but he did not speak of the tension between their families. He did not feel that it needed mentioning, so he would not mention it. Both families knew that it was there and that it would likely never fade, even if the earth were to become smoother ground between them.
With that thought in mind, Tython gave Thea the very slightest of smirks. "I'm sure that you could slip something into their drinks if they ever decide to have a go at one another," and knowing his son, it would undoubtably happen some day. Who knew when, but it would. Zanon was a passionate man. Wholly passionate and wholly willing to fight tooth and nail just to be stubborn. Tython both resented that temperment and respected it in his son. "The queen was not pleased with you at the wedding," Tython mused, then, his stormy eyes glinting a bit in the moonlight. "But I'm sure my sister thanks you."
Tython knew exactly how Evras felt in those moments after she had finally given birth. He remembered watching Yanni in the same position when she had given birth to Vangelis. The look of joy that came after hours upon hours of a taxing labor. And then the smile, brighter than Tython had ever witnessed before. Yanni and her first son had lit up a room, and it was then and there that Tython had realized that things between himself and Yanni would be okay. At the very least they would be amicable.
But with her second birth, that time to Zanon, they had solidified an ever-growing love for one another that had not broken once since that day. Evras and Zanon had had love from the very start, and he wondered, silently, if Yanni would have felt much more connected to him if they had actually been in love when the first of their children were born. He had a mind to ask her, always interested in the thoughts of his queen, especially when they regarded the past that they had both shared with one another.
"That seems to be such a common theme between women who first hold their babes in their arms. The queen was the same," Tython said lightly, looking straight ahead as they trailed around one of the paths, Tython's mind still on his wife and how happy he had been with each and every birth. He could only imagine that she had felt the same joy, if not even more, as a mother. Queen Kaiti, his mother, had always touted that she had felt nothing but relief and pure joy when she had held both Tython and Tythra in her arms for the first time.
"I pray that you make it your goal to keep them happy, Lady Thea," the king murmured, turning his gaze back to her face. "With everything you have, it will do no good for either family if the prince and princess were to fall apart," but he did not speak of the tension between their families. He did not feel that it needed mentioning, so he would not mention it. Both families knew that it was there and that it would likely never fade, even if the earth were to become smoother ground between them.
With that thought in mind, Tython gave Thea the very slightest of smirks. "I'm sure that you could slip something into their drinks if they ever decide to have a go at one another," and knowing his son, it would undoubtably happen some day. Who knew when, but it would. Zanon was a passionate man. Wholly passionate and wholly willing to fight tooth and nail just to be stubborn. Tython both resented that temperment and respected it in his son. "The queen was not pleased with you at the wedding," Tython mused, then, his stormy eyes glinting a bit in the moonlight. "But I'm sure my sister thanks you."
It was such a quiet and gentle shared moment, where the two of them considered the joy that they saw in their loved ones as they held the newest members of their families. Like most, Thea had a hard time considering her own birth or the birth of those of similar age to her - like the Kotas princes - but it seemed that this infectious feeling of joy was something universally known and shared among anyone who experienced it.
The King seemed lost in memories as they walked, the sound of the crisp frozen ground beneath their feet serving as the only break in the silence there. Oddly enough, it was a far more comfortable silence than Thea would have ever expected. It was, if she was not mistaken, the first time that she and the Colchian monarch had ever spent without being in shared company of family and courtiers. A rarity for both of them.
"With all that I have," Thea assured, mirroring his words, "As I love my sister, I would never want to see any of these blessings undone. What they have is quite precious, and should be protected, as such. Even from themselves." It was a rather solemn vow, issued with grace and poise as one would when accepting the soft order from a monarch.
Which made muffled, stifled laugh that she tried to hide behind pressed lips and a lifted hand even more drastic of a shift. Even closing her eyes as she tried too hard not to break her composure entirely, they opened again with a mischievous glint that she could have sworn also sparked in the King's eye as well.
"That could work," she remarked quickly, trying to keep her composure in her voice, though it quivered slightly with a smothered laugh.
"As it stands, I'm afraid," she replied, decorum and poise still in place in her voice despite the counterpoint words, "I am quite used to others not being pleased with me. One grows used to it." In other words, she was a Thanasi - it came with the name.
"With that being said, I will admit to wondering whether or not Her Majesty was planning to incorporate my execution into the Wedding festivities or wait until sunrise." It was a light joke in that moment, but as she had sobered up and the relaxing effects of her drinks had waned through that evening...the thought had truly crossed her mind that night. Still, in retrospect, it was a joyous night to remember, one that she secretly took pride in whenever she needed a smile.
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It was such a quiet and gentle shared moment, where the two of them considered the joy that they saw in their loved ones as they held the newest members of their families. Like most, Thea had a hard time considering her own birth or the birth of those of similar age to her - like the Kotas princes - but it seemed that this infectious feeling of joy was something universally known and shared among anyone who experienced it.
The King seemed lost in memories as they walked, the sound of the crisp frozen ground beneath their feet serving as the only break in the silence there. Oddly enough, it was a far more comfortable silence than Thea would have ever expected. It was, if she was not mistaken, the first time that she and the Colchian monarch had ever spent without being in shared company of family and courtiers. A rarity for both of them.
"With all that I have," Thea assured, mirroring his words, "As I love my sister, I would never want to see any of these blessings undone. What they have is quite precious, and should be protected, as such. Even from themselves." It was a rather solemn vow, issued with grace and poise as one would when accepting the soft order from a monarch.
Which made muffled, stifled laugh that she tried to hide behind pressed lips and a lifted hand even more drastic of a shift. Even closing her eyes as she tried too hard not to break her composure entirely, they opened again with a mischievous glint that she could have sworn also sparked in the King's eye as well.
"That could work," she remarked quickly, trying to keep her composure in her voice, though it quivered slightly with a smothered laugh.
"As it stands, I'm afraid," she replied, decorum and poise still in place in her voice despite the counterpoint words, "I am quite used to others not being pleased with me. One grows used to it." In other words, she was a Thanasi - it came with the name.
"With that being said, I will admit to wondering whether or not Her Majesty was planning to incorporate my execution into the Wedding festivities or wait until sunrise." It was a light joke in that moment, but as she had sobered up and the relaxing effects of her drinks had waned through that evening...the thought had truly crossed her mind that night. Still, in retrospect, it was a joyous night to remember, one that she secretly took pride in whenever she needed a smile.
It was such a quiet and gentle shared moment, where the two of them considered the joy that they saw in their loved ones as they held the newest members of their families. Like most, Thea had a hard time considering her own birth or the birth of those of similar age to her - like the Kotas princes - but it seemed that this infectious feeling of joy was something universally known and shared among anyone who experienced it.
The King seemed lost in memories as they walked, the sound of the crisp frozen ground beneath their feet serving as the only break in the silence there. Oddly enough, it was a far more comfortable silence than Thea would have ever expected. It was, if she was not mistaken, the first time that she and the Colchian monarch had ever spent without being in shared company of family and courtiers. A rarity for both of them.
"With all that I have," Thea assured, mirroring his words, "As I love my sister, I would never want to see any of these blessings undone. What they have is quite precious, and should be protected, as such. Even from themselves." It was a rather solemn vow, issued with grace and poise as one would when accepting the soft order from a monarch.
Which made muffled, stifled laugh that she tried to hide behind pressed lips and a lifted hand even more drastic of a shift. Even closing her eyes as she tried too hard not to break her composure entirely, they opened again with a mischievous glint that she could have sworn also sparked in the King's eye as well.
"That could work," she remarked quickly, trying to keep her composure in her voice, though it quivered slightly with a smothered laugh.
"As it stands, I'm afraid," she replied, decorum and poise still in place in her voice despite the counterpoint words, "I am quite used to others not being pleased with me. One grows used to it." In other words, she was a Thanasi - it came with the name.
"With that being said, I will admit to wondering whether or not Her Majesty was planning to incorporate my execution into the Wedding festivities or wait until sunrise." It was a light joke in that moment, but as she had sobered up and the relaxing effects of her drinks had waned through that evening...the thought had truly crossed her mind that night. Still, in retrospect, it was a joyous night to remember, one that she secretly took pride in whenever she needed a smile.
The King smiled slightly and shook his head as they walked. Tython knew that Lady Thea understood what she had done had caused a bit of turmoil that night. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen the queen so cross with both him and his sister, but he understood her reasoning. Tython and Tythra shared a relationship that was hard to get into or understand Sometimes his wife did feel out of sorts and excluded when it came to the interactions between brother and sister. His gaze slid toward his younger companion, humming a little under his breath.
"It took some convincing," Tython admitted, though it was entirely in jest. If they dropped the blade each time that someone crossed them in a way that ended up both horrifying and hilarious, there would be no one left in the kingdom. As it stood, Thea's well-meaning prank that turned out well. The people had seen their monarchs as free and open as they themselves were, and that was something that Tython never minded showing the people he presided over. He would always rather them think him human rather than distanced figurehead that made rule and law primarily from across the seas.
"In truth, I knew the taste as soon as it hit my tongue. So did Princess Tythra," Tython admitted with a small laugh, snort, and another shake of his head. "There was a time, once, where we were also young, Lady Thea. The most you did was remind us what it was like to be younger and more childlike. Before duty fell fully upon our shoulders and children and politics colored our every day," he noted, switching their pathway to one that ran in the other direction. "I would advise you not to make a habit of such pranks, however. I would like my queen to remain unoffended," he mused, "Though, I do have one request now that I have you. I'd like a bit of the herb you used in the wine," he admitted, "If you have any that you may spare me. Otherwise, I shall send a healer for it at the market."
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The King smiled slightly and shook his head as they walked. Tython knew that Lady Thea understood what she had done had caused a bit of turmoil that night. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen the queen so cross with both him and his sister, but he understood her reasoning. Tython and Tythra shared a relationship that was hard to get into or understand Sometimes his wife did feel out of sorts and excluded when it came to the interactions between brother and sister. His gaze slid toward his younger companion, humming a little under his breath.
"It took some convincing," Tython admitted, though it was entirely in jest. If they dropped the blade each time that someone crossed them in a way that ended up both horrifying and hilarious, there would be no one left in the kingdom. As it stood, Thea's well-meaning prank that turned out well. The people had seen their monarchs as free and open as they themselves were, and that was something that Tython never minded showing the people he presided over. He would always rather them think him human rather than distanced figurehead that made rule and law primarily from across the seas.
"In truth, I knew the taste as soon as it hit my tongue. So did Princess Tythra," Tython admitted with a small laugh, snort, and another shake of his head. "There was a time, once, where we were also young, Lady Thea. The most you did was remind us what it was like to be younger and more childlike. Before duty fell fully upon our shoulders and children and politics colored our every day," he noted, switching their pathway to one that ran in the other direction. "I would advise you not to make a habit of such pranks, however. I would like my queen to remain unoffended," he mused, "Though, I do have one request now that I have you. I'd like a bit of the herb you used in the wine," he admitted, "If you have any that you may spare me. Otherwise, I shall send a healer for it at the market."
The King smiled slightly and shook his head as they walked. Tython knew that Lady Thea understood what she had done had caused a bit of turmoil that night. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen the queen so cross with both him and his sister, but he understood her reasoning. Tython and Tythra shared a relationship that was hard to get into or understand Sometimes his wife did feel out of sorts and excluded when it came to the interactions between brother and sister. His gaze slid toward his younger companion, humming a little under his breath.
"It took some convincing," Tython admitted, though it was entirely in jest. If they dropped the blade each time that someone crossed them in a way that ended up both horrifying and hilarious, there would be no one left in the kingdom. As it stood, Thea's well-meaning prank that turned out well. The people had seen their monarchs as free and open as they themselves were, and that was something that Tython never minded showing the people he presided over. He would always rather them think him human rather than distanced figurehead that made rule and law primarily from across the seas.
"In truth, I knew the taste as soon as it hit my tongue. So did Princess Tythra," Tython admitted with a small laugh, snort, and another shake of his head. "There was a time, once, where we were also young, Lady Thea. The most you did was remind us what it was like to be younger and more childlike. Before duty fell fully upon our shoulders and children and politics colored our every day," he noted, switching their pathway to one that ran in the other direction. "I would advise you not to make a habit of such pranks, however. I would like my queen to remain unoffended," he mused, "Though, I do have one request now that I have you. I'd like a bit of the herb you used in the wine," he admitted, "If you have any that you may spare me. Otherwise, I shall send a healer for it at the market."
It took a moment for the jest to sink in, but the moment it did, Thea could not stop a true smile from crossing her face, a flash of white between darkly rouged lips. Just as quickly as it had shown itself, her hand lifted to softly smother it with two soft fingertips, attempting to hide the lapse in stoicism.
There were entirely too many reasons for the Queen to have been upset that day. It was an open secret amongst the Colchian nobility that any Kotas and Thanasi pairing was not the ideal. Such a feeling even went back so far as her own mother, a Kotas herself. Even though Queen Yanni originally hailed from Taengea, there was no doubt to anyone in the realm that she was now as Colchian as the mountains that rose above them.
In that moment, Thea's feelings were entirely out of place as she listened to the King recollect the night of the wedding, genuine interest in his words keeping her attention. Was it out of place for her to feel impressed that the man could handle such a prank - or had interest in the same things that she did? As with many adolescents emerging into adulthood, it was easy to disregard the older generations, to immediately disassociate them into the category of 'other' and foreign, but in that moment, it was interesting, intriguing, and nice to find a bit of common ground between them. And not just between the two of them and their interest in the pleasures that can come from careful botany, but also Princess Tythra as well.
And it showed in her normally placid expression, as they turned the final corner and began to walk towards the estate entrance once more.
"Of course, I do have some to spare," Thea noted, smiling, "Though, not with me at this moment, I am afraid." All of that had been used up hours and hours ago to quell the anxiety of waiting. After all, she did not know how to smith with a hammer and anvil the way he did. "Doubtless, though, I will visit often in the days to come. As you will soon see, it is difficult for anyone to keep away from young Prince Dion's presence for long. I shall bring some then...and perhaps others that are similar that may intrigue you. Herbalism, as you may have heard, is an interest of mine..."
With that quiet promise, the pair ventured back into the Kotas estate, the warm fires of the hearth beckoning them from within.
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It took a moment for the jest to sink in, but the moment it did, Thea could not stop a true smile from crossing her face, a flash of white between darkly rouged lips. Just as quickly as it had shown itself, her hand lifted to softly smother it with two soft fingertips, attempting to hide the lapse in stoicism.
There were entirely too many reasons for the Queen to have been upset that day. It was an open secret amongst the Colchian nobility that any Kotas and Thanasi pairing was not the ideal. Such a feeling even went back so far as her own mother, a Kotas herself. Even though Queen Yanni originally hailed from Taengea, there was no doubt to anyone in the realm that she was now as Colchian as the mountains that rose above them.
In that moment, Thea's feelings were entirely out of place as she listened to the King recollect the night of the wedding, genuine interest in his words keeping her attention. Was it out of place for her to feel impressed that the man could handle such a prank - or had interest in the same things that she did? As with many adolescents emerging into adulthood, it was easy to disregard the older generations, to immediately disassociate them into the category of 'other' and foreign, but in that moment, it was interesting, intriguing, and nice to find a bit of common ground between them. And not just between the two of them and their interest in the pleasures that can come from careful botany, but also Princess Tythra as well.
And it showed in her normally placid expression, as they turned the final corner and began to walk towards the estate entrance once more.
"Of course, I do have some to spare," Thea noted, smiling, "Though, not with me at this moment, I am afraid." All of that had been used up hours and hours ago to quell the anxiety of waiting. After all, she did not know how to smith with a hammer and anvil the way he did. "Doubtless, though, I will visit often in the days to come. As you will soon see, it is difficult for anyone to keep away from young Prince Dion's presence for long. I shall bring some then...and perhaps others that are similar that may intrigue you. Herbalism, as you may have heard, is an interest of mine..."
With that quiet promise, the pair ventured back into the Kotas estate, the warm fires of the hearth beckoning them from within.
It took a moment for the jest to sink in, but the moment it did, Thea could not stop a true smile from crossing her face, a flash of white between darkly rouged lips. Just as quickly as it had shown itself, her hand lifted to softly smother it with two soft fingertips, attempting to hide the lapse in stoicism.
There were entirely too many reasons for the Queen to have been upset that day. It was an open secret amongst the Colchian nobility that any Kotas and Thanasi pairing was not the ideal. Such a feeling even went back so far as her own mother, a Kotas herself. Even though Queen Yanni originally hailed from Taengea, there was no doubt to anyone in the realm that she was now as Colchian as the mountains that rose above them.
In that moment, Thea's feelings were entirely out of place as she listened to the King recollect the night of the wedding, genuine interest in his words keeping her attention. Was it out of place for her to feel impressed that the man could handle such a prank - or had interest in the same things that she did? As with many adolescents emerging into adulthood, it was easy to disregard the older generations, to immediately disassociate them into the category of 'other' and foreign, but in that moment, it was interesting, intriguing, and nice to find a bit of common ground between them. And not just between the two of them and their interest in the pleasures that can come from careful botany, but also Princess Tythra as well.
And it showed in her normally placid expression, as they turned the final corner and began to walk towards the estate entrance once more.
"Of course, I do have some to spare," Thea noted, smiling, "Though, not with me at this moment, I am afraid." All of that had been used up hours and hours ago to quell the anxiety of waiting. After all, she did not know how to smith with a hammer and anvil the way he did. "Doubtless, though, I will visit often in the days to come. As you will soon see, it is difficult for anyone to keep away from young Prince Dion's presence for long. I shall bring some then...and perhaps others that are similar that may intrigue you. Herbalism, as you may have heard, is an interest of mine..."
With that quiet promise, the pair ventured back into the Kotas estate, the warm fires of the hearth beckoning them from within.