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Zanon had been stunned when she'd told him. He'd asked her if she was sure, if there wasn't some other reason, and if she was sure it was his. Evras had been confident when she told him she was with child, and he was somehow experiencing every emotion at once. He was thrilled and terrified all at once, entirely unprepared to be a father or a husband and yet eager to take on such a role. If someone had told him only three months ago that he would have been on his way to his father's study to ask permission to wed a Thanasi, Zan would laugh laughed in their face. No Kotas would marry a Thanasi witch. Not with the years of rivalry and dislike between them. They held an uneasy truce and none of the Kotas wished to give the Thanasi additional power.
Evras though was different. She was sweet, kind and charming, and she made him feel unlike he'd ever felt before. Other dalliances had given him physical satisfaction, but with his dark haired lass he was more content to lay by her side in a meadow, talking of everything and nothing. She made him feel alive and entirely at ease, and he was utterly enchanted by her. If he'd been in a clearer frame of mind he might have listened to what some of his friends cautioned, about the witchcraft that was rumored to thrive in the family, but he laughed it off as simply jealousy from the other girls he no longer spent time with in favor of her. No, Evras made him feel special. It wasn't something he felt often, in the mix of boys raised to men quickly through military and mines, he always had to hold his own. With a brother like Vangelis to live up to, there was little he could do but his best.
His father's study was before him, and Zanon had to pause to take a deep breath. At nineteen he'd been through battle and training and the mines, he was a man that feared little. One's father however always held a sort of intimidating power, especially when that man was Tython of Kotas. Announcing himself with a knock, he waited until he was called forth before entering the study.
"Good evening, father. I was hoping I could speak to you about a matter of rather urgent importance."
This would be his moment of truth. He tried to keep an at ease stance and an easy expression, but his nerves were humming and it felt as if his heart was about to beat out of his chest. He didn't know if he was more nervous at the thought of asking his father for permission to marry, or the fear that he would actually say yes.
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Zanon had been stunned when she'd told him. He'd asked her if she was sure, if there wasn't some other reason, and if she was sure it was his. Evras had been confident when she told him she was with child, and he was somehow experiencing every emotion at once. He was thrilled and terrified all at once, entirely unprepared to be a father or a husband and yet eager to take on such a role. If someone had told him only three months ago that he would have been on his way to his father's study to ask permission to wed a Thanasi, Zan would laugh laughed in their face. No Kotas would marry a Thanasi witch. Not with the years of rivalry and dislike between them. They held an uneasy truce and none of the Kotas wished to give the Thanasi additional power.
Evras though was different. She was sweet, kind and charming, and she made him feel unlike he'd ever felt before. Other dalliances had given him physical satisfaction, but with his dark haired lass he was more content to lay by her side in a meadow, talking of everything and nothing. She made him feel alive and entirely at ease, and he was utterly enchanted by her. If he'd been in a clearer frame of mind he might have listened to what some of his friends cautioned, about the witchcraft that was rumored to thrive in the family, but he laughed it off as simply jealousy from the other girls he no longer spent time with in favor of her. No, Evras made him feel special. It wasn't something he felt often, in the mix of boys raised to men quickly through military and mines, he always had to hold his own. With a brother like Vangelis to live up to, there was little he could do but his best.
His father's study was before him, and Zanon had to pause to take a deep breath. At nineteen he'd been through battle and training and the mines, he was a man that feared little. One's father however always held a sort of intimidating power, especially when that man was Tython of Kotas. Announcing himself with a knock, he waited until he was called forth before entering the study.
"Good evening, father. I was hoping I could speak to you about a matter of rather urgent importance."
This would be his moment of truth. He tried to keep an at ease stance and an easy expression, but his nerves were humming and it felt as if his heart was about to beat out of his chest. He didn't know if he was more nervous at the thought of asking his father for permission to marry, or the fear that he would actually say yes.
Zanon had been stunned when she'd told him. He'd asked her if she was sure, if there wasn't some other reason, and if she was sure it was his. Evras had been confident when she told him she was with child, and he was somehow experiencing every emotion at once. He was thrilled and terrified all at once, entirely unprepared to be a father or a husband and yet eager to take on such a role. If someone had told him only three months ago that he would have been on his way to his father's study to ask permission to wed a Thanasi, Zan would laugh laughed in their face. No Kotas would marry a Thanasi witch. Not with the years of rivalry and dislike between them. They held an uneasy truce and none of the Kotas wished to give the Thanasi additional power.
Evras though was different. She was sweet, kind and charming, and she made him feel unlike he'd ever felt before. Other dalliances had given him physical satisfaction, but with his dark haired lass he was more content to lay by her side in a meadow, talking of everything and nothing. She made him feel alive and entirely at ease, and he was utterly enchanted by her. If he'd been in a clearer frame of mind he might have listened to what some of his friends cautioned, about the witchcraft that was rumored to thrive in the family, but he laughed it off as simply jealousy from the other girls he no longer spent time with in favor of her. No, Evras made him feel special. It wasn't something he felt often, in the mix of boys raised to men quickly through military and mines, he always had to hold his own. With a brother like Vangelis to live up to, there was little he could do but his best.
His father's study was before him, and Zanon had to pause to take a deep breath. At nineteen he'd been through battle and training and the mines, he was a man that feared little. One's father however always held a sort of intimidating power, especially when that man was Tython of Kotas. Announcing himself with a knock, he waited until he was called forth before entering the study.
"Good evening, father. I was hoping I could speak to you about a matter of rather urgent importance."
This would be his moment of truth. He tried to keep an at ease stance and an easy expression, but his nerves were humming and it felt as if his heart was about to beat out of his chest. He didn't know if he was more nervous at the thought of asking his father for permission to marry, or the fear that he would actually say yes.
Having a study had been weird when Tython had first become King. It wasn't anything he would have considered important, though his father had used one as well. This particular one, in fact. King Silas had been adamant that his study was his place of quiet and rest and deep thought. It was a place to work and to ensure that the finer points of being king, the ones that did not include war and protecting Colchis, nor include the senate, were performed. That meant that Tython used the study on a semi-regular basis.
When he was in Midas, at least.
This happened to be one of those times where the King found himself on an extended lapse from war. A small moment of peace that would likely not last much longer. All was fair in war, but some days Tython truly found himself tired of it. His own assertion for war was to bring peace. If they and the northern lands could speak on matters of importance that would avoid war, maybe Tython would have spent more time in his study than he did the killing fields.
As it was, that was a nigh impossibility.
Settled at his desk and combing through each tiny detail on each piece of papyrus that required his attention, Tython was deep in thought when observing the Kingdom's profits from the mines. There was danger of a collapse in one of the tunnels, so Tython had sent surveyors out to determine a new entrance into the mountains. A new entrance that would not prove as dangerous as the one that currently threatened the lives of the slaves who worked the tunnels. Tython didn't have it in him to be surprised at the arrival of Zanon.
The knock earned a swift, "Enter," from the man, but little more until Zanon had taken up space in the rather cozy room. Looking up, stormy grey eyes took in his son, noting the almost anxious way that his second-born held himself. That was enough to earn the King's full attention and he set his quill down in order to ensure that Zanon realized he was the center of the man's attention for the moment. The words his son spoke drove the point home and had the King rising from his desk. Moving around it, he ignored the soft hiss of his chiton dragging across stone before he settled at the front of the desk, leaning against the top so that he could truly focus on Zanon.
"Urgent is a strong word," Tython said calmly, resting both hands behind him on the edge of the desk. The stance was almost lazy, but most definitely meant to take some of the pressure off of aching bones. "Is there something amiss in Oreboea, Zanon?" was the only question out of his mouth before he deigned to let his son speak instead of over-running his own mind with possibilities. Even a man such as Tython could let his mind run away with him if he was not careful, and he had no intention of doing so now.
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Having a study had been weird when Tython had first become King. It wasn't anything he would have considered important, though his father had used one as well. This particular one, in fact. King Silas had been adamant that his study was his place of quiet and rest and deep thought. It was a place to work and to ensure that the finer points of being king, the ones that did not include war and protecting Colchis, nor include the senate, were performed. That meant that Tython used the study on a semi-regular basis.
When he was in Midas, at least.
This happened to be one of those times where the King found himself on an extended lapse from war. A small moment of peace that would likely not last much longer. All was fair in war, but some days Tython truly found himself tired of it. His own assertion for war was to bring peace. If they and the northern lands could speak on matters of importance that would avoid war, maybe Tython would have spent more time in his study than he did the killing fields.
As it was, that was a nigh impossibility.
Settled at his desk and combing through each tiny detail on each piece of papyrus that required his attention, Tython was deep in thought when observing the Kingdom's profits from the mines. There was danger of a collapse in one of the tunnels, so Tython had sent surveyors out to determine a new entrance into the mountains. A new entrance that would not prove as dangerous as the one that currently threatened the lives of the slaves who worked the tunnels. Tython didn't have it in him to be surprised at the arrival of Zanon.
The knock earned a swift, "Enter," from the man, but little more until Zanon had taken up space in the rather cozy room. Looking up, stormy grey eyes took in his son, noting the almost anxious way that his second-born held himself. That was enough to earn the King's full attention and he set his quill down in order to ensure that Zanon realized he was the center of the man's attention for the moment. The words his son spoke drove the point home and had the King rising from his desk. Moving around it, he ignored the soft hiss of his chiton dragging across stone before he settled at the front of the desk, leaning against the top so that he could truly focus on Zanon.
"Urgent is a strong word," Tython said calmly, resting both hands behind him on the edge of the desk. The stance was almost lazy, but most definitely meant to take some of the pressure off of aching bones. "Is there something amiss in Oreboea, Zanon?" was the only question out of his mouth before he deigned to let his son speak instead of over-running his own mind with possibilities. Even a man such as Tython could let his mind run away with him if he was not careful, and he had no intention of doing so now.
Having a study had been weird when Tython had first become King. It wasn't anything he would have considered important, though his father had used one as well. This particular one, in fact. King Silas had been adamant that his study was his place of quiet and rest and deep thought. It was a place to work and to ensure that the finer points of being king, the ones that did not include war and protecting Colchis, nor include the senate, were performed. That meant that Tython used the study on a semi-regular basis.
When he was in Midas, at least.
This happened to be one of those times where the King found himself on an extended lapse from war. A small moment of peace that would likely not last much longer. All was fair in war, but some days Tython truly found himself tired of it. His own assertion for war was to bring peace. If they and the northern lands could speak on matters of importance that would avoid war, maybe Tython would have spent more time in his study than he did the killing fields.
As it was, that was a nigh impossibility.
Settled at his desk and combing through each tiny detail on each piece of papyrus that required his attention, Tython was deep in thought when observing the Kingdom's profits from the mines. There was danger of a collapse in one of the tunnels, so Tython had sent surveyors out to determine a new entrance into the mountains. A new entrance that would not prove as dangerous as the one that currently threatened the lives of the slaves who worked the tunnels. Tython didn't have it in him to be surprised at the arrival of Zanon.
The knock earned a swift, "Enter," from the man, but little more until Zanon had taken up space in the rather cozy room. Looking up, stormy grey eyes took in his son, noting the almost anxious way that his second-born held himself. That was enough to earn the King's full attention and he set his quill down in order to ensure that Zanon realized he was the center of the man's attention for the moment. The words his son spoke drove the point home and had the King rising from his desk. Moving around it, he ignored the soft hiss of his chiton dragging across stone before he settled at the front of the desk, leaning against the top so that he could truly focus on Zanon.
"Urgent is a strong word," Tython said calmly, resting both hands behind him on the edge of the desk. The stance was almost lazy, but most definitely meant to take some of the pressure off of aching bones. "Is there something amiss in Oreboea, Zanon?" was the only question out of his mouth before he deigned to let his son speak instead of over-running his own mind with possibilities. Even a man such as Tython could let his mind run away with him if he was not careful, and he had no intention of doing so now.
No matter how old he got and what wisdom he gained, he was beginning to realize he would never not be intimidated by his father. For all he was a man of nineteen he felt as if he was suddenly once again a small child apologizing for a foolish prank or begging forgiveness for stealing a cake from the kitchens. This was the most serious question he would ever ask and yet the words seemed impossible as Tython came around his desk to lean against the front. Better access to strangle his incompetent second son perhaps.
"No, nothing amiss in Oreboa. At last report all was well and I intend to return shortly." But first he had to confess who he would be bringing back to the province of his barony with him. If his father didn't allow the marriage it would certainly be far less shameful for Evras to give birth away from Midas.
The second prince took a deep breath, squaring himself as if bracing for impact before looking up to meet his father's gaze. Tython would hopefully respect him more for being able to look him square in the eye with this confession. It felt like his preparation had taken an hour but it could not have been more than a few heartbeats before he finally opened his mouth to speak.
"I wish to request your permission to marry." The easiest part was out at least. Would it be better to follow it with the lady's name or the fact that she was already with child? Either way he knew the look of disappointment that would be coming, it was unavoidable. "She is a lady of high birth that I believe would be an appropriate match." There, a way around it and without getting into the emotion of it all.
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No matter how old he got and what wisdom he gained, he was beginning to realize he would never not be intimidated by his father. For all he was a man of nineteen he felt as if he was suddenly once again a small child apologizing for a foolish prank or begging forgiveness for stealing a cake from the kitchens. This was the most serious question he would ever ask and yet the words seemed impossible as Tython came around his desk to lean against the front. Better access to strangle his incompetent second son perhaps.
"No, nothing amiss in Oreboa. At last report all was well and I intend to return shortly." But first he had to confess who he would be bringing back to the province of his barony with him. If his father didn't allow the marriage it would certainly be far less shameful for Evras to give birth away from Midas.
The second prince took a deep breath, squaring himself as if bracing for impact before looking up to meet his father's gaze. Tython would hopefully respect him more for being able to look him square in the eye with this confession. It felt like his preparation had taken an hour but it could not have been more than a few heartbeats before he finally opened his mouth to speak.
"I wish to request your permission to marry." The easiest part was out at least. Would it be better to follow it with the lady's name or the fact that she was already with child? Either way he knew the look of disappointment that would be coming, it was unavoidable. "She is a lady of high birth that I believe would be an appropriate match." There, a way around it and without getting into the emotion of it all.
No matter how old he got and what wisdom he gained, he was beginning to realize he would never not be intimidated by his father. For all he was a man of nineteen he felt as if he was suddenly once again a small child apologizing for a foolish prank or begging forgiveness for stealing a cake from the kitchens. This was the most serious question he would ever ask and yet the words seemed impossible as Tython came around his desk to lean against the front. Better access to strangle his incompetent second son perhaps.
"No, nothing amiss in Oreboa. At last report all was well and I intend to return shortly." But first he had to confess who he would be bringing back to the province of his barony with him. If his father didn't allow the marriage it would certainly be far less shameful for Evras to give birth away from Midas.
The second prince took a deep breath, squaring himself as if bracing for impact before looking up to meet his father's gaze. Tython would hopefully respect him more for being able to look him square in the eye with this confession. It felt like his preparation had taken an hour but it could not have been more than a few heartbeats before he finally opened his mouth to speak.
"I wish to request your permission to marry." The easiest part was out at least. Would it be better to follow it with the lady's name or the fact that she was already with child? Either way he knew the look of disappointment that would be coming, it was unavoidable. "She is a lady of high birth that I believe would be an appropriate match." There, a way around it and without getting into the emotion of it all.
If there was one thing that irked Tython about a few of his children, it was the way that they beat around the bush with what they wanted to tell him. With the king leaning against the wood of his desk, his expression remaining casual as he watched his second son struggle through the words he was trying to speak. He only gave a short report on Oreboa, which was a little displeasing if only because Tython was somewhat nosey about the province. It was, however, the long pause and the uncertainty with which Zanon seemed to hold himself with that had Tython straightening up and leaning away from his desk to stand straight and tall.
He did not like being ambushed like this, and this felt like a very clear attack that Tython would have little choice but to retreat from. The furrowing of his brow was almost imperceptable, his fixated on Zanon's face while he got his bearings.
Admittedly, the question of marriage was not the part that Tython found issue with. In fact, hearing any one of his sons express interest in marrying at all had the King looking a little wide-eyed with surprise. "Marriage?" he asked calmly at first, not how to approach this. Wasn't this more of a question for the queen? Tython had never expected himself to deal with arranging the marriages of any of his children. Not unless they were political in nature. The fact that Zanon was here and asking him, however, told Tython that all was not well in the Kingdom and his question would very likely turn political without the King being prepared for it.
The part of all of this that Tython found issue with was that Zanon would not come out and say what he wanted. A lady of high birth really gave no indication of who Zanon spoke of. That alone was irritating.
"What has spurred this sudden desire to marry, Zanon?" Tython finally asked, his tone bold and questioning of his second eldest son. "Who is the lady that we are speaking of? There are few of high birth in Colchis that would be suitable," he said with a deepened frown. Few were even of age to marry his sons.
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If there was one thing that irked Tython about a few of his children, it was the way that they beat around the bush with what they wanted to tell him. With the king leaning against the wood of his desk, his expression remaining casual as he watched his second son struggle through the words he was trying to speak. He only gave a short report on Oreboa, which was a little displeasing if only because Tython was somewhat nosey about the province. It was, however, the long pause and the uncertainty with which Zanon seemed to hold himself with that had Tython straightening up and leaning away from his desk to stand straight and tall.
He did not like being ambushed like this, and this felt like a very clear attack that Tython would have little choice but to retreat from. The furrowing of his brow was almost imperceptable, his fixated on Zanon's face while he got his bearings.
Admittedly, the question of marriage was not the part that Tython found issue with. In fact, hearing any one of his sons express interest in marrying at all had the King looking a little wide-eyed with surprise. "Marriage?" he asked calmly at first, not how to approach this. Wasn't this more of a question for the queen? Tython had never expected himself to deal with arranging the marriages of any of his children. Not unless they were political in nature. The fact that Zanon was here and asking him, however, told Tython that all was not well in the Kingdom and his question would very likely turn political without the King being prepared for it.
The part of all of this that Tython found issue with was that Zanon would not come out and say what he wanted. A lady of high birth really gave no indication of who Zanon spoke of. That alone was irritating.
"What has spurred this sudden desire to marry, Zanon?" Tython finally asked, his tone bold and questioning of his second eldest son. "Who is the lady that we are speaking of? There are few of high birth in Colchis that would be suitable," he said with a deepened frown. Few were even of age to marry his sons.
If there was one thing that irked Tython about a few of his children, it was the way that they beat around the bush with what they wanted to tell him. With the king leaning against the wood of his desk, his expression remaining casual as he watched his second son struggle through the words he was trying to speak. He only gave a short report on Oreboa, which was a little displeasing if only because Tython was somewhat nosey about the province. It was, however, the long pause and the uncertainty with which Zanon seemed to hold himself with that had Tython straightening up and leaning away from his desk to stand straight and tall.
He did not like being ambushed like this, and this felt like a very clear attack that Tython would have little choice but to retreat from. The furrowing of his brow was almost imperceptable, his fixated on Zanon's face while he got his bearings.
Admittedly, the question of marriage was not the part that Tython found issue with. In fact, hearing any one of his sons express interest in marrying at all had the King looking a little wide-eyed with surprise. "Marriage?" he asked calmly at first, not how to approach this. Wasn't this more of a question for the queen? Tython had never expected himself to deal with arranging the marriages of any of his children. Not unless they were political in nature. The fact that Zanon was here and asking him, however, told Tython that all was not well in the Kingdom and his question would very likely turn political without the King being prepared for it.
The part of all of this that Tython found issue with was that Zanon would not come out and say what he wanted. A lady of high birth really gave no indication of who Zanon spoke of. That alone was irritating.
"What has spurred this sudden desire to marry, Zanon?" Tython finally asked, his tone bold and questioning of his second eldest son. "Who is the lady that we are speaking of? There are few of high birth in Colchis that would be suitable," he said with a deepened frown. Few were even of age to marry his sons.
As soon as the word was out of his father's mouth Zanon was wondering if perhaps he shouldn't have gone to his mother first. Once he had her on his side it was easy to get his father to agree, but he had thought given the political nature of uniting the Thanasi and Kotas houses, and the delicate matter between them, that his father was the best to speak to. Taking a deep breath and ensuring that he was still standing tall and strong, the second prince tried his best to keep voice and face steady as he replied.
"I love her, father. What better reason is there to wed?"
Perhaps that should have been phrased differently, or if he had been a man who held different regard from the king he might have made it more flowery and exaggerated, but his father was Kotas through and through. They were a family of simple, honest words and stoic natures, though he had been the child to inherit some of the Taengean...flair should they say from his mother's side. He hoped that his honesty in this would earn his father's respect and help bring him about to his side. He had no wish to marry for political gain or riches, he had already everything he needed.
One day his brother would become king, and he would settle as Vangelis' right hand man and do his best to keep the crown and kingdom stable and secure. And he hoped that he could have a woman at his side that he cared for through everything. The struggle would be in ensuring that his family approved of and accepted the woman who he chose, and as his father prodded further into her identity he knew this was another moment where simple honesty would be key.
"Lady Evras of Thanasi, sire. We have been courting for a few months now, and I believe she would be an asset to our family as Baroness of Oreboa and Princess of Colchis." He didn't expect a blow, necessarily. Tython had rarely raised a hand to his children when disappointed expressions and short words would do just as well. In a perfect world his father would agree to the union and the incident of the child could be announced as a happily engaged couple, but it was what he held close to his chest in the event there was a refusal.
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As soon as the word was out of his father's mouth Zanon was wondering if perhaps he shouldn't have gone to his mother first. Once he had her on his side it was easy to get his father to agree, but he had thought given the political nature of uniting the Thanasi and Kotas houses, and the delicate matter between them, that his father was the best to speak to. Taking a deep breath and ensuring that he was still standing tall and strong, the second prince tried his best to keep voice and face steady as he replied.
"I love her, father. What better reason is there to wed?"
Perhaps that should have been phrased differently, or if he had been a man who held different regard from the king he might have made it more flowery and exaggerated, but his father was Kotas through and through. They were a family of simple, honest words and stoic natures, though he had been the child to inherit some of the Taengean...flair should they say from his mother's side. He hoped that his honesty in this would earn his father's respect and help bring him about to his side. He had no wish to marry for political gain or riches, he had already everything he needed.
One day his brother would become king, and he would settle as Vangelis' right hand man and do his best to keep the crown and kingdom stable and secure. And he hoped that he could have a woman at his side that he cared for through everything. The struggle would be in ensuring that his family approved of and accepted the woman who he chose, and as his father prodded further into her identity he knew this was another moment where simple honesty would be key.
"Lady Evras of Thanasi, sire. We have been courting for a few months now, and I believe she would be an asset to our family as Baroness of Oreboa and Princess of Colchis." He didn't expect a blow, necessarily. Tython had rarely raised a hand to his children when disappointed expressions and short words would do just as well. In a perfect world his father would agree to the union and the incident of the child could be announced as a happily engaged couple, but it was what he held close to his chest in the event there was a refusal.
As soon as the word was out of his father's mouth Zanon was wondering if perhaps he shouldn't have gone to his mother first. Once he had her on his side it was easy to get his father to agree, but he had thought given the political nature of uniting the Thanasi and Kotas houses, and the delicate matter between them, that his father was the best to speak to. Taking a deep breath and ensuring that he was still standing tall and strong, the second prince tried his best to keep voice and face steady as he replied.
"I love her, father. What better reason is there to wed?"
Perhaps that should have been phrased differently, or if he had been a man who held different regard from the king he might have made it more flowery and exaggerated, but his father was Kotas through and through. They were a family of simple, honest words and stoic natures, though he had been the child to inherit some of the Taengean...flair should they say from his mother's side. He hoped that his honesty in this would earn his father's respect and help bring him about to his side. He had no wish to marry for political gain or riches, he had already everything he needed.
One day his brother would become king, and he would settle as Vangelis' right hand man and do his best to keep the crown and kingdom stable and secure. And he hoped that he could have a woman at his side that he cared for through everything. The struggle would be in ensuring that his family approved of and accepted the woman who he chose, and as his father prodded further into her identity he knew this was another moment where simple honesty would be key.
"Lady Evras of Thanasi, sire. We have been courting for a few months now, and I believe she would be an asset to our family as Baroness of Oreboa and Princess of Colchis." He didn't expect a blow, necessarily. Tython had rarely raised a hand to his children when disappointed expressions and short words would do just as well. In a perfect world his father would agree to the union and the incident of the child could be announced as a happily engaged couple, but it was what he held close to his chest in the event there was a refusal.
This was what the king had feared in Zanon coming into his study and asking to marry. Tython had feared that he would not like the match because there were few other matches to be had save for the Thanasi family. That had worried him the most, and his worries seemed to be founded in truth. He did not appreciate the forthright declaration of love and question of why shouldn't he have married someone he loved. That part of the conversation was unnecessary, especially because Tython himself did not entirely care if any of his sons really married for love.
They had duty to think about before they considered love.
But it was the declaration of his love for Lady Evras of Thanasi that had Tython pausing, his stormy gaze narrowing sharply on his second son. His immediate response was to say no, though he held his tongue to start, too intent on staring his idiot child down to really say anything that wasn't scathing or angry.
Somehow, the fact that his son had been courting a Thanasi with had eluded him. Any whispers of this behavior between his son and the rival family had never reached his ears. Not once. Which meant that Zanon had been hiding it from his family until he felt brave enough to admit that he had fallen for his family's enemy. With his hands pressed firmly against the top of his desk, Tython grit his teeth together as he considered Zanon's words, not finding any truth in them besides the truth of his son's lust for a woman he shouldn't have been courting in the first place.
"No," was the first word out of Tython's mouth when his anger hit its peak and he was better able to sort out his own emotions into his standard cool and collected responses. He was intent on leaving it at that, almost sure that that single declaration of rejection would be enough to send his son out of his study before he truly stoked the fires of the King's anger. It was rising quickly, and his hard stare was signal enough that Zanon needed to leave.
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This was what the king had feared in Zanon coming into his study and asking to marry. Tython had feared that he would not like the match because there were few other matches to be had save for the Thanasi family. That had worried him the most, and his worries seemed to be founded in truth. He did not appreciate the forthright declaration of love and question of why shouldn't he have married someone he loved. That part of the conversation was unnecessary, especially because Tython himself did not entirely care if any of his sons really married for love.
They had duty to think about before they considered love.
But it was the declaration of his love for Lady Evras of Thanasi that had Tython pausing, his stormy gaze narrowing sharply on his second son. His immediate response was to say no, though he held his tongue to start, too intent on staring his idiot child down to really say anything that wasn't scathing or angry.
Somehow, the fact that his son had been courting a Thanasi with had eluded him. Any whispers of this behavior between his son and the rival family had never reached his ears. Not once. Which meant that Zanon had been hiding it from his family until he felt brave enough to admit that he had fallen for his family's enemy. With his hands pressed firmly against the top of his desk, Tython grit his teeth together as he considered Zanon's words, not finding any truth in them besides the truth of his son's lust for a woman he shouldn't have been courting in the first place.
"No," was the first word out of Tython's mouth when his anger hit its peak and he was better able to sort out his own emotions into his standard cool and collected responses. He was intent on leaving it at that, almost sure that that single declaration of rejection would be enough to send his son out of his study before he truly stoked the fires of the King's anger. It was rising quickly, and his hard stare was signal enough that Zanon needed to leave.
This was what the king had feared in Zanon coming into his study and asking to marry. Tython had feared that he would not like the match because there were few other matches to be had save for the Thanasi family. That had worried him the most, and his worries seemed to be founded in truth. He did not appreciate the forthright declaration of love and question of why shouldn't he have married someone he loved. That part of the conversation was unnecessary, especially because Tython himself did not entirely care if any of his sons really married for love.
They had duty to think about before they considered love.
But it was the declaration of his love for Lady Evras of Thanasi that had Tython pausing, his stormy gaze narrowing sharply on his second son. His immediate response was to say no, though he held his tongue to start, too intent on staring his idiot child down to really say anything that wasn't scathing or angry.
Somehow, the fact that his son had been courting a Thanasi with had eluded him. Any whispers of this behavior between his son and the rival family had never reached his ears. Not once. Which meant that Zanon had been hiding it from his family until he felt brave enough to admit that he had fallen for his family's enemy. With his hands pressed firmly against the top of his desk, Tython grit his teeth together as he considered Zanon's words, not finding any truth in them besides the truth of his son's lust for a woman he shouldn't have been courting in the first place.
"No," was the first word out of Tython's mouth when his anger hit its peak and he was better able to sort out his own emotions into his standard cool and collected responses. He was intent on leaving it at that, almost sure that that single declaration of rejection would be enough to send his son out of his study before he truly stoked the fires of the King's anger. It was rising quickly, and his hard stare was signal enough that Zanon needed to leave.
The displeasure on his father's face was not hard to read, he'd had nearly two decades worth of practice ducking out of the way when Tython's cold rage began to surface. If he had been less of a Kotas, Zanon might have slipped away without further protest, accepting and acknowledging that his father and sovereign's decision was for the best. The thing that kept him in place was the child. Instead of slinking away the second prince paused for a moment, taking in a breath as he steeled himself for the disappointment that was to come.
He should have known better, should have had the dalliance for one night and never again, but his heart would not allow it as much as his head knew it to be true. Evras was something special, so entirely unlike the other Thanasi family. She was sweet and kind, she could calm and soothe him when his rage got the better of him like no one else. Truly she was the beauty of her family as well, the edge that Thea and Nethis had to their features were somehow softer in her, more the appearance of a goddess than the witches they had been rumored to be. She made him happy, and he wanted to believe that if they had been given more time, they could have announced their courting to their families in spite of everything and in time shown their love was true.
But that was now impossible.
"Father, your majesty," his correction was as steady as he could make it without a waver in his voice and a calm in his eye, "I would ask that you reconsider. Not only is she of noble birth and far gentler than her sisters, she is with child. My child."
Zanon braced himself for what was to come, wondering if going to his mother first would have made this any easier, if she would have been able to soften the edge of hate between the Kotas and Thanasi family. This was an opportunity to end the battle, to bring peace. If they were joined, their child born legitimate, it could usher in a shared joy in the baby born to the two families.
"Please, do not ask me to choose to leave my son a bastard." There was no need for him to speak the rest. If Zanon and the Kotas' did not acknowledge the child it would bring shame upon Evras and the Thanasi, and he could only imagine that the other family would seek some sort of revenge at his defiling their daughter. And he wanted her, more than anyone he had ever known.
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The displeasure on his father's face was not hard to read, he'd had nearly two decades worth of practice ducking out of the way when Tython's cold rage began to surface. If he had been less of a Kotas, Zanon might have slipped away without further protest, accepting and acknowledging that his father and sovereign's decision was for the best. The thing that kept him in place was the child. Instead of slinking away the second prince paused for a moment, taking in a breath as he steeled himself for the disappointment that was to come.
He should have known better, should have had the dalliance for one night and never again, but his heart would not allow it as much as his head knew it to be true. Evras was something special, so entirely unlike the other Thanasi family. She was sweet and kind, she could calm and soothe him when his rage got the better of him like no one else. Truly she was the beauty of her family as well, the edge that Thea and Nethis had to their features were somehow softer in her, more the appearance of a goddess than the witches they had been rumored to be. She made him happy, and he wanted to believe that if they had been given more time, they could have announced their courting to their families in spite of everything and in time shown their love was true.
But that was now impossible.
"Father, your majesty," his correction was as steady as he could make it without a waver in his voice and a calm in his eye, "I would ask that you reconsider. Not only is she of noble birth and far gentler than her sisters, she is with child. My child."
Zanon braced himself for what was to come, wondering if going to his mother first would have made this any easier, if she would have been able to soften the edge of hate between the Kotas and Thanasi family. This was an opportunity to end the battle, to bring peace. If they were joined, their child born legitimate, it could usher in a shared joy in the baby born to the two families.
"Please, do not ask me to choose to leave my son a bastard." There was no need for him to speak the rest. If Zanon and the Kotas' did not acknowledge the child it would bring shame upon Evras and the Thanasi, and he could only imagine that the other family would seek some sort of revenge at his defiling their daughter. And he wanted her, more than anyone he had ever known.
The displeasure on his father's face was not hard to read, he'd had nearly two decades worth of practice ducking out of the way when Tython's cold rage began to surface. If he had been less of a Kotas, Zanon might have slipped away without further protest, accepting and acknowledging that his father and sovereign's decision was for the best. The thing that kept him in place was the child. Instead of slinking away the second prince paused for a moment, taking in a breath as he steeled himself for the disappointment that was to come.
He should have known better, should have had the dalliance for one night and never again, but his heart would not allow it as much as his head knew it to be true. Evras was something special, so entirely unlike the other Thanasi family. She was sweet and kind, she could calm and soothe him when his rage got the better of him like no one else. Truly she was the beauty of her family as well, the edge that Thea and Nethis had to their features were somehow softer in her, more the appearance of a goddess than the witches they had been rumored to be. She made him happy, and he wanted to believe that if they had been given more time, they could have announced their courting to their families in spite of everything and in time shown their love was true.
But that was now impossible.
"Father, your majesty," his correction was as steady as he could make it without a waver in his voice and a calm in his eye, "I would ask that you reconsider. Not only is she of noble birth and far gentler than her sisters, she is with child. My child."
Zanon braced himself for what was to come, wondering if going to his mother first would have made this any easier, if she would have been able to soften the edge of hate between the Kotas and Thanasi family. This was an opportunity to end the battle, to bring peace. If they were joined, their child born legitimate, it could usher in a shared joy in the baby born to the two families.
"Please, do not ask me to choose to leave my son a bastard." There was no need for him to speak the rest. If Zanon and the Kotas' did not acknowledge the child it would bring shame upon Evras and the Thanasi, and he could only imagine that the other family would seek some sort of revenge at his defiling their daughter. And he wanted her, more than anyone he had ever known.
This was both an overstep and oversight in the prince's behavior. For him to take it upon himself to court a Thanasi knowing the family's history was insulting to a point that Tython had no other reaction than to let the anger stew clearly on his features. Generally, he was better at holding his temper, but this was a slap in the face to everything that the King had ever given his second son.
It was a betrayal, and that was how the King would see it for months, maybe even years to come. He did not think there was any good in the Thanasi's, and Zanon sitting here telling him that he was in love with the girl was as insulting as the prince could possibly be.
This was not what the King had hoped for any of his children, least of all his second born. Were anything to happen to Vangelis or Tython, that would mean that a Thanasi would be sitting on the Kotas throne and after years of rivalry, that did not sit well with the man. Glowering slightly at Zanon, Tython finally stood up straight, watching his son with a keen eye and a simmering temper.
"You mean to tell me, Zanon, that you did not come here to ask my blessing. You came here to earn my pity and force my hand," Tython said slowly with a deeply furrowed brow. "How could you be so irresponsible?" the man added after a few beats of silence, his tone growing far gruffer with each passing second. His irritation spiked at the plea of his son not to make his child a bastard. Because Tython did not like to be backed into corners, he clamped his own mouth shut, narrowing his gaze at his son.
"I will not make my decision right now, Zanon. That is all I will say on the matter," he murmured before the prince could object. "This is not something I will decide lightly or without your mother. You may now leave." The disappointment remained evident in his voice and he was well and truly done with having any sort of discussion about this until Yanni could be present. "I'll summon you when I've made a choice and not before."
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This was both an overstep and oversight in the prince's behavior. For him to take it upon himself to court a Thanasi knowing the family's history was insulting to a point that Tython had no other reaction than to let the anger stew clearly on his features. Generally, he was better at holding his temper, but this was a slap in the face to everything that the King had ever given his second son.
It was a betrayal, and that was how the King would see it for months, maybe even years to come. He did not think there was any good in the Thanasi's, and Zanon sitting here telling him that he was in love with the girl was as insulting as the prince could possibly be.
This was not what the King had hoped for any of his children, least of all his second born. Were anything to happen to Vangelis or Tython, that would mean that a Thanasi would be sitting on the Kotas throne and after years of rivalry, that did not sit well with the man. Glowering slightly at Zanon, Tython finally stood up straight, watching his son with a keen eye and a simmering temper.
"You mean to tell me, Zanon, that you did not come here to ask my blessing. You came here to earn my pity and force my hand," Tython said slowly with a deeply furrowed brow. "How could you be so irresponsible?" the man added after a few beats of silence, his tone growing far gruffer with each passing second. His irritation spiked at the plea of his son not to make his child a bastard. Because Tython did not like to be backed into corners, he clamped his own mouth shut, narrowing his gaze at his son.
"I will not make my decision right now, Zanon. That is all I will say on the matter," he murmured before the prince could object. "This is not something I will decide lightly or without your mother. You may now leave." The disappointment remained evident in his voice and he was well and truly done with having any sort of discussion about this until Yanni could be present. "I'll summon you when I've made a choice and not before."
This was both an overstep and oversight in the prince's behavior. For him to take it upon himself to court a Thanasi knowing the family's history was insulting to a point that Tython had no other reaction than to let the anger stew clearly on his features. Generally, he was better at holding his temper, but this was a slap in the face to everything that the King had ever given his second son.
It was a betrayal, and that was how the King would see it for months, maybe even years to come. He did not think there was any good in the Thanasi's, and Zanon sitting here telling him that he was in love with the girl was as insulting as the prince could possibly be.
This was not what the King had hoped for any of his children, least of all his second born. Were anything to happen to Vangelis or Tython, that would mean that a Thanasi would be sitting on the Kotas throne and after years of rivalry, that did not sit well with the man. Glowering slightly at Zanon, Tython finally stood up straight, watching his son with a keen eye and a simmering temper.
"You mean to tell me, Zanon, that you did not come here to ask my blessing. You came here to earn my pity and force my hand," Tython said slowly with a deeply furrowed brow. "How could you be so irresponsible?" the man added after a few beats of silence, his tone growing far gruffer with each passing second. His irritation spiked at the plea of his son not to make his child a bastard. Because Tython did not like to be backed into corners, he clamped his own mouth shut, narrowing his gaze at his son.
"I will not make my decision right now, Zanon. That is all I will say on the matter," he murmured before the prince could object. "This is not something I will decide lightly or without your mother. You may now leave." The disappointment remained evident in his voice and he was well and truly done with having any sort of discussion about this until Yanni could be present. "I'll summon you when I've made a choice and not before."
As soon as he said it he knew he'd made a mistake, trying not to wince as the coldness of his father's voice pierced him. Standing tall as his father rose to his feet, the impressive form of the king of Colchis was clearly held with a stiff disappointment, Zanon could only hope that he was not about to be banished from court. It wasn't that he thought his father would do such a thing, but there was also the chance that he could be quickly sent away to a battlefield somewhere, or married off to another woman from afar so that there was an excuse for him to avoid a connection with the Thanasi.
In his heart he knew that Evras was the one for him, she had been nothing but kind and gentle, loving and tender to him without any attempt at trying to climb or rise through him. She had been quiet and under the radar, spending time with him in secret and not flaunted upon his arm for all to see. Perhaps that was better, if they had been found out before things got as serious as they were, it wouldn't hurt so much to be told no. There wouldn't be a child growing between them.
"Forgive me, sire. The intent was to appeal to the sense of a father, and the love you bear your children that I hope to share with my own. I will not leave him unclaimed, whatever your decision."
With a bow of his head as he was dismissed, he grit his teeth and kept his gaze on the floor, flinching as his father asked how he could be so irresponsible. He hadn't been thinking. There had been so much time between when they first began sleeping together and the accident, he had been a fool and as irresponsible as his father accused him of being. He hoped that his words about claiming his child would not add fuel to the fire. It was his mistake to own, and whether he would be allowed to marry Evras or not he could not forego his own blood.
The dismissal was met with a full bow, backing his way to the door before straightening. "Thank you, father." His departure was with a heavy heart, crumbling as soon as the door was closed behind him until he pulled himself up once more. He could not be seen to be discouraged. It was something he would have to take to his mother, he knew that before and now. She might not agree with him, might still keep to his father's way of thinking, but it would be easier to appeal to her Taengean heart instead of the cold stone of Colchis.
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As soon as he said it he knew he'd made a mistake, trying not to wince as the coldness of his father's voice pierced him. Standing tall as his father rose to his feet, the impressive form of the king of Colchis was clearly held with a stiff disappointment, Zanon could only hope that he was not about to be banished from court. It wasn't that he thought his father would do such a thing, but there was also the chance that he could be quickly sent away to a battlefield somewhere, or married off to another woman from afar so that there was an excuse for him to avoid a connection with the Thanasi.
In his heart he knew that Evras was the one for him, she had been nothing but kind and gentle, loving and tender to him without any attempt at trying to climb or rise through him. She had been quiet and under the radar, spending time with him in secret and not flaunted upon his arm for all to see. Perhaps that was better, if they had been found out before things got as serious as they were, it wouldn't hurt so much to be told no. There wouldn't be a child growing between them.
"Forgive me, sire. The intent was to appeal to the sense of a father, and the love you bear your children that I hope to share with my own. I will not leave him unclaimed, whatever your decision."
With a bow of his head as he was dismissed, he grit his teeth and kept his gaze on the floor, flinching as his father asked how he could be so irresponsible. He hadn't been thinking. There had been so much time between when they first began sleeping together and the accident, he had been a fool and as irresponsible as his father accused him of being. He hoped that his words about claiming his child would not add fuel to the fire. It was his mistake to own, and whether he would be allowed to marry Evras or not he could not forego his own blood.
The dismissal was met with a full bow, backing his way to the door before straightening. "Thank you, father." His departure was with a heavy heart, crumbling as soon as the door was closed behind him until he pulled himself up once more. He could not be seen to be discouraged. It was something he would have to take to his mother, he knew that before and now. She might not agree with him, might still keep to his father's way of thinking, but it would be easier to appeal to her Taengean heart instead of the cold stone of Colchis.
As soon as he said it he knew he'd made a mistake, trying not to wince as the coldness of his father's voice pierced him. Standing tall as his father rose to his feet, the impressive form of the king of Colchis was clearly held with a stiff disappointment, Zanon could only hope that he was not about to be banished from court. It wasn't that he thought his father would do such a thing, but there was also the chance that he could be quickly sent away to a battlefield somewhere, or married off to another woman from afar so that there was an excuse for him to avoid a connection with the Thanasi.
In his heart he knew that Evras was the one for him, she had been nothing but kind and gentle, loving and tender to him without any attempt at trying to climb or rise through him. She had been quiet and under the radar, spending time with him in secret and not flaunted upon his arm for all to see. Perhaps that was better, if they had been found out before things got as serious as they were, it wouldn't hurt so much to be told no. There wouldn't be a child growing between them.
"Forgive me, sire. The intent was to appeal to the sense of a father, and the love you bear your children that I hope to share with my own. I will not leave him unclaimed, whatever your decision."
With a bow of his head as he was dismissed, he grit his teeth and kept his gaze on the floor, flinching as his father asked how he could be so irresponsible. He hadn't been thinking. There had been so much time between when they first began sleeping together and the accident, he had been a fool and as irresponsible as his father accused him of being. He hoped that his words about claiming his child would not add fuel to the fire. It was his mistake to own, and whether he would be allowed to marry Evras or not he could not forego his own blood.
The dismissal was met with a full bow, backing his way to the door before straightening. "Thank you, father." His departure was with a heavy heart, crumbling as soon as the door was closed behind him until he pulled himself up once more. He could not be seen to be discouraged. It was something he would have to take to his mother, he knew that before and now. She might not agree with him, might still keep to his father's way of thinking, but it would be easier to appeal to her Taengean heart instead of the cold stone of Colchis.