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Never say a Colchian isn't durable. Efforts are underway for the rebuilding of the lower levels of the city. It has taken several weeks for supplies to be shipped from the surrounding provinces but the orders of Prince Vangelis, the efforts of Prince Zanon and the finances of the royal treasury are finally starting to pay dividends as the stone and wood for the new properties in the Lower Levels has finally arrived and work can begin. The military men of Midas, plus the crown prince's personal unit the Red Knights have been instructed to held the people in rebuilding their homes and returning Midas to its former glory.
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Never say a Colchian isn't durable. Efforts are underway for the rebuilding of the lower levels of the city. It has taken several weeks for supplies to be shipped from the surrounding provinces but the orders of Prince Vangelis, the efforts of Prince Zanon and the finances of the royal treasury are finally starting to pay dividends as the stone and wood for the new properties in the Lower Levels has finally arrived and work can begin. The military men of Midas, plus the crown prince's personal unit the Red Knights have been instructed to held the people in rebuilding their homes and returning Midas to its former glory.
And Still We Thrive Event - Colchis
Never say a Colchian isn't durable. Efforts are underway for the rebuilding of the lower levels of the city. It has taken several weeks for supplies to be shipped from the surrounding provinces but the orders of Prince Vangelis, the efforts of Prince Zanon and the finances of the royal treasury are finally starting to pay dividends as the stone and wood for the new properties in the Lower Levels has finally arrived and work can begin. The military men of Midas, plus the crown prince's personal unit the Red Knights have been instructed to held the people in rebuilding their homes and returning Midas to its former glory.
For the few weeks, since the fires passed, Timaeus had once again returned to Eubocris. While he was there, the quarries of Eubocris were hardly ever empty as the Baron personally oversaw the work. Granted, he didn’t meddle with the actual foremen that much, but his presence alone was enough to push those working to be faster and more precise than before. It was hardly fair to the miners in Eubocris, but Timaeus was not known for his kindness in the province, but this was a task that was needed to be done. Though when the expected missive came from the capital city highlighting what the Kotas province would need to provide, Timaeus had been sure to reward all the miners who had been subjected to the grueling work a memorable bonus and as much wine as they could carry. That was, of course, after the Baron had ensured that the Quarries where ready with more stones prepared than what the crown had required. Hopefully, this slight reward had been enough to temporarily placate the overworked men and quell their frustrations with the Baron, just long enough for him to hightail it back to the capital. Surely, by the time he would return they would forget about how they had been worked to the bone.
However, this time, he didn’t leave the province without any Valaoritis men to oversee things in his absence. This time, he made sure that his little brother Silanos had been left in the family manor with his mother and several trusted stewards. All of them were men that Timaeus truly trusted to keep Eubocris from falling apart and they were the only ones he trusted well enough to be Sil’s jailors for the time being. Timaeus may not have known the true extent of the crimes Silanos had committed against the royal family, but he knew enough to know that it was a horrible idea to allow his heir to wander freely around the capital. No, it was far safer to keep him tucked far far away from any princess until he could learn to behave like the young nobleman he was.
Though, Timaeus silently thought to himself as his eyes scanned over the relief effort, taking note of those who arrived to help, If that’s our standard, it may be a while before he can be trusted to be on his own again. A sorrowful look crossed his face when he said this. The brothers had always been close when they were younger and it somewhat pained Timaeus to purposefully keep his brother away at an arm’s length, but it was something that had to be done. Silanos was not to be trusted in Midas after what had happened that night at the Kotas manor.
However, this didn’t mean Timaeus was entirely on his own without his family here in the capital. A small smile settled on his face when his eyes landed on his cousin, Roxana, not too far away, doing her part in the relief effort by offering wine and food to the workers milling about. Right now, she was the only other Valaoritis in the capital with him, although it would be a long time yet before she would carry the family name for reasons that not even her older cousin could set aside. One day perhaps… But not anytime soon, unfortunately.
Though, truthfully, Timaeus was just glad to see that she was out and about for once.
Not wanting to draw too much attention to his cousin, lest someone started to ask questions, Timaeus turned his attention back to the others milling about and his fingers twitched at the sight of some of the other young, military men like him doing their part by hauling the stones he was distributing, raising wooden frames, and other tasks that required an able-bodied workforce. If he wasn’t a Baron and if he didn’t already have the task of overseeing the distribution of his province’s supplies, he would probably be among them. Oddly enough, there was a small part of him wishing that he was doing just that. It was so dull standing around, ordering this many stones to go here or go there and he was an active man, his body wanting to move… to do something useful, but he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. It irked him. Even in the fires, he had been able to run about, hauling water and carrying children to the temples. He had been a part of the effort, but now he couldn’t do that due to his status.
However, at the same time, a small part of him was afraid of getting involved and wandering too far from where he kept a careful eye on his cousin. He couldn’t forget the cost of him wandering from the temples… His left hand reached over to his right subconsciously to fiddle with the small silver band around it. Made from imperfect metals that showed their wear and tear, this small bit of jewelry that would have been seen as trash by others that shared his status, the bracelet meant the entire world to him. After all, it was the only thing he had left of Kore, a girl he had known for a short while before the gods’ brought their wrath on the city. He had been with her when it all started and even though he thought she was safe… she wandered away from the temples and perished in the fire’s final moments. This small bracelet was all he had left of her, found by some unscrupulous merchant in the ash who spared Timaeus the pain of seeing her charred body. She had been a hard loss for Timaeus to overcome and a powerful lesson in learning when to listen to his gut. Perhaps if he had stayed with her, she wouldn’t have died that day and his eyes could have been searching for her wild mane instead of his cousin’s tame one.
He screwed his eyes shut in an effort to block these bad memories out. I can’t change what happened. He carefully reminded himself, to keep his own head in check as he glanced around the space he was in, trying to see if there was anyone around that could distract him from the loss and the mind-numbingly boring task of ensuring that rocks were fairly given out. That might have been a little easier said than done though as it seemed like him, everyone was in their own little world. So, with a small sigh, Timaeus resigned himself to the fact that he would be stuck here for the time being and looked around for whoever was in need of the supplies from his province.
Today may have been one of adventure for others, but sadly it seemed like that wouldn’t be the case for him.
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For the few weeks, since the fires passed, Timaeus had once again returned to Eubocris. While he was there, the quarries of Eubocris were hardly ever empty as the Baron personally oversaw the work. Granted, he didn’t meddle with the actual foremen that much, but his presence alone was enough to push those working to be faster and more precise than before. It was hardly fair to the miners in Eubocris, but Timaeus was not known for his kindness in the province, but this was a task that was needed to be done. Though when the expected missive came from the capital city highlighting what the Kotas province would need to provide, Timaeus had been sure to reward all the miners who had been subjected to the grueling work a memorable bonus and as much wine as they could carry. That was, of course, after the Baron had ensured that the Quarries where ready with more stones prepared than what the crown had required. Hopefully, this slight reward had been enough to temporarily placate the overworked men and quell their frustrations with the Baron, just long enough for him to hightail it back to the capital. Surely, by the time he would return they would forget about how they had been worked to the bone.
However, this time, he didn’t leave the province without any Valaoritis men to oversee things in his absence. This time, he made sure that his little brother Silanos had been left in the family manor with his mother and several trusted stewards. All of them were men that Timaeus truly trusted to keep Eubocris from falling apart and they were the only ones he trusted well enough to be Sil’s jailors for the time being. Timaeus may not have known the true extent of the crimes Silanos had committed against the royal family, but he knew enough to know that it was a horrible idea to allow his heir to wander freely around the capital. No, it was far safer to keep him tucked far far away from any princess until he could learn to behave like the young nobleman he was.
Though, Timaeus silently thought to himself as his eyes scanned over the relief effort, taking note of those who arrived to help, If that’s our standard, it may be a while before he can be trusted to be on his own again. A sorrowful look crossed his face when he said this. The brothers had always been close when they were younger and it somewhat pained Timaeus to purposefully keep his brother away at an arm’s length, but it was something that had to be done. Silanos was not to be trusted in Midas after what had happened that night at the Kotas manor.
However, this didn’t mean Timaeus was entirely on his own without his family here in the capital. A small smile settled on his face when his eyes landed on his cousin, Roxana, not too far away, doing her part in the relief effort by offering wine and food to the workers milling about. Right now, she was the only other Valaoritis in the capital with him, although it would be a long time yet before she would carry the family name for reasons that not even her older cousin could set aside. One day perhaps… But not anytime soon, unfortunately.
Though, truthfully, Timaeus was just glad to see that she was out and about for once.
Not wanting to draw too much attention to his cousin, lest someone started to ask questions, Timaeus turned his attention back to the others milling about and his fingers twitched at the sight of some of the other young, military men like him doing their part by hauling the stones he was distributing, raising wooden frames, and other tasks that required an able-bodied workforce. If he wasn’t a Baron and if he didn’t already have the task of overseeing the distribution of his province’s supplies, he would probably be among them. Oddly enough, there was a small part of him wishing that he was doing just that. It was so dull standing around, ordering this many stones to go here or go there and he was an active man, his body wanting to move… to do something useful, but he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. It irked him. Even in the fires, he had been able to run about, hauling water and carrying children to the temples. He had been a part of the effort, but now he couldn’t do that due to his status.
However, at the same time, a small part of him was afraid of getting involved and wandering too far from where he kept a careful eye on his cousin. He couldn’t forget the cost of him wandering from the temples… His left hand reached over to his right subconsciously to fiddle with the small silver band around it. Made from imperfect metals that showed their wear and tear, this small bit of jewelry that would have been seen as trash by others that shared his status, the bracelet meant the entire world to him. After all, it was the only thing he had left of Kore, a girl he had known for a short while before the gods’ brought their wrath on the city. He had been with her when it all started and even though he thought she was safe… she wandered away from the temples and perished in the fire’s final moments. This small bracelet was all he had left of her, found by some unscrupulous merchant in the ash who spared Timaeus the pain of seeing her charred body. She had been a hard loss for Timaeus to overcome and a powerful lesson in learning when to listen to his gut. Perhaps if he had stayed with her, she wouldn’t have died that day and his eyes could have been searching for her wild mane instead of his cousin’s tame one.
He screwed his eyes shut in an effort to block these bad memories out. I can’t change what happened. He carefully reminded himself, to keep his own head in check as he glanced around the space he was in, trying to see if there was anyone around that could distract him from the loss and the mind-numbingly boring task of ensuring that rocks were fairly given out. That might have been a little easier said than done though as it seemed like him, everyone was in their own little world. So, with a small sigh, Timaeus resigned himself to the fact that he would be stuck here for the time being and looked around for whoever was in need of the supplies from his province.
Today may have been one of adventure for others, but sadly it seemed like that wouldn’t be the case for him.
For the few weeks, since the fires passed, Timaeus had once again returned to Eubocris. While he was there, the quarries of Eubocris were hardly ever empty as the Baron personally oversaw the work. Granted, he didn’t meddle with the actual foremen that much, but his presence alone was enough to push those working to be faster and more precise than before. It was hardly fair to the miners in Eubocris, but Timaeus was not known for his kindness in the province, but this was a task that was needed to be done. Though when the expected missive came from the capital city highlighting what the Kotas province would need to provide, Timaeus had been sure to reward all the miners who had been subjected to the grueling work a memorable bonus and as much wine as they could carry. That was, of course, after the Baron had ensured that the Quarries where ready with more stones prepared than what the crown had required. Hopefully, this slight reward had been enough to temporarily placate the overworked men and quell their frustrations with the Baron, just long enough for him to hightail it back to the capital. Surely, by the time he would return they would forget about how they had been worked to the bone.
However, this time, he didn’t leave the province without any Valaoritis men to oversee things in his absence. This time, he made sure that his little brother Silanos had been left in the family manor with his mother and several trusted stewards. All of them were men that Timaeus truly trusted to keep Eubocris from falling apart and they were the only ones he trusted well enough to be Sil’s jailors for the time being. Timaeus may not have known the true extent of the crimes Silanos had committed against the royal family, but he knew enough to know that it was a horrible idea to allow his heir to wander freely around the capital. No, it was far safer to keep him tucked far far away from any princess until he could learn to behave like the young nobleman he was.
Though, Timaeus silently thought to himself as his eyes scanned over the relief effort, taking note of those who arrived to help, If that’s our standard, it may be a while before he can be trusted to be on his own again. A sorrowful look crossed his face when he said this. The brothers had always been close when they were younger and it somewhat pained Timaeus to purposefully keep his brother away at an arm’s length, but it was something that had to be done. Silanos was not to be trusted in Midas after what had happened that night at the Kotas manor.
However, this didn’t mean Timaeus was entirely on his own without his family here in the capital. A small smile settled on his face when his eyes landed on his cousin, Roxana, not too far away, doing her part in the relief effort by offering wine and food to the workers milling about. Right now, she was the only other Valaoritis in the capital with him, although it would be a long time yet before she would carry the family name for reasons that not even her older cousin could set aside. One day perhaps… But not anytime soon, unfortunately.
Though, truthfully, Timaeus was just glad to see that she was out and about for once.
Not wanting to draw too much attention to his cousin, lest someone started to ask questions, Timaeus turned his attention back to the others milling about and his fingers twitched at the sight of some of the other young, military men like him doing their part by hauling the stones he was distributing, raising wooden frames, and other tasks that required an able-bodied workforce. If he wasn’t a Baron and if he didn’t already have the task of overseeing the distribution of his province’s supplies, he would probably be among them. Oddly enough, there was a small part of him wishing that he was doing just that. It was so dull standing around, ordering this many stones to go here or go there and he was an active man, his body wanting to move… to do something useful, but he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. It irked him. Even in the fires, he had been able to run about, hauling water and carrying children to the temples. He had been a part of the effort, but now he couldn’t do that due to his status.
However, at the same time, a small part of him was afraid of getting involved and wandering too far from where he kept a careful eye on his cousin. He couldn’t forget the cost of him wandering from the temples… His left hand reached over to his right subconsciously to fiddle with the small silver band around it. Made from imperfect metals that showed their wear and tear, this small bit of jewelry that would have been seen as trash by others that shared his status, the bracelet meant the entire world to him. After all, it was the only thing he had left of Kore, a girl he had known for a short while before the gods’ brought their wrath on the city. He had been with her when it all started and even though he thought she was safe… she wandered away from the temples and perished in the fire’s final moments. This small bracelet was all he had left of her, found by some unscrupulous merchant in the ash who spared Timaeus the pain of seeing her charred body. She had been a hard loss for Timaeus to overcome and a powerful lesson in learning when to listen to his gut. Perhaps if he had stayed with her, she wouldn’t have died that day and his eyes could have been searching for her wild mane instead of his cousin’s tame one.
He screwed his eyes shut in an effort to block these bad memories out. I can’t change what happened. He carefully reminded himself, to keep his own head in check as he glanced around the space he was in, trying to see if there was anyone around that could distract him from the loss and the mind-numbingly boring task of ensuring that rocks were fairly given out. That might have been a little easier said than done though as it seemed like him, everyone was in their own little world. So, with a small sigh, Timaeus resigned himself to the fact that he would be stuck here for the time being and looked around for whoever was in need of the supplies from his province.
Today may have been one of adventure for others, but sadly it seemed like that wouldn’t be the case for him.
He had managed to, with the help of the other advisors and military of Colchis, cleared out the remainder of the supplies the lower levels would need for the rebuild of the city, a much needed exercise after the fire that had cleared out half the lower levels. Working with the second prince, as Vangelis was still out of the kingdom at the time, Magnus had managed to secure labor work to help out in the efforts on top of the supplies shipped in, and as the day began, the spymaster had dressed and arrived early to oversee the beginning of the work.
His dappled gray gelding was reined in to a stop as the dark haired male arrived, sliding off the saddle, his booted feet falling to the ground. Eschewing chitons, Magnus dressed in his preferred form of black pants and a maroon tunic, a thin material suited for working should he have to put in his own hands to help out. His hair was combed back, tied up with a string. Magnus intended to visit Arcanes before the end of the week, and as such wanted to be around to be of help as much as he could before his alotted time for departure. While Magnus knew he had work, he also had promised Iolanthe, and he was not one to back out on his promise. As such, the male had planned to clear as much of his work as possible for now, in order to visit the province of his lover with a clear conscience.
The male smiled as he was greeted by the few people, especially the workers he had seen since that time when he had visit the mines along with the royal family to check upon the new vein of gold they had discovered. As a man who straddled the gray area between nobility and commonfolk, Magnus found it easy to chat with people of all social classes, ideal for his status and position. His easygoing smile remained intact as he strolled towards where a bulk of the supplies were, inspecting the amount to ensure it added up to what he and the Chief Advisor of the kingdom had checked the night before.
It was upon closing in however, that Magnus's eyes registered surprise when he saw the Baron of Eubocris milling around supplies he knew came from his own province. He was thankful to the baron, for the Valaoritis family's loyalty to the crown was something Magnus found greatly respected. But perhaps what amused Magnus the most, was how reluctant Timaeus had been to allow Iolanthe to travel with him - albeit, Iolanthe had been way more insistent and had gained her way.
Still, it was a tad ironic, especially when he was planning a trip to visit the baron's own cousin soon.
Approaching the male with soft footfalls, Magnus drew to a stop just out of his view, before clearing his throat gently, just audible enough to draw his attention. "You look quite bored, Lord Timaeus." Magnus started as a way of introduction. His hands were laced behind him, smile smooth as he closed in a few steps more, and tilted his head as a small bow of respect. "I thank you on behalf of the royal family, for Eubocris's contribution to the rebuilding of Midas. The people here are most grateful."
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He had managed to, with the help of the other advisors and military of Colchis, cleared out the remainder of the supplies the lower levels would need for the rebuild of the city, a much needed exercise after the fire that had cleared out half the lower levels. Working with the second prince, as Vangelis was still out of the kingdom at the time, Magnus had managed to secure labor work to help out in the efforts on top of the supplies shipped in, and as the day began, the spymaster had dressed and arrived early to oversee the beginning of the work.
His dappled gray gelding was reined in to a stop as the dark haired male arrived, sliding off the saddle, his booted feet falling to the ground. Eschewing chitons, Magnus dressed in his preferred form of black pants and a maroon tunic, a thin material suited for working should he have to put in his own hands to help out. His hair was combed back, tied up with a string. Magnus intended to visit Arcanes before the end of the week, and as such wanted to be around to be of help as much as he could before his alotted time for departure. While Magnus knew he had work, he also had promised Iolanthe, and he was not one to back out on his promise. As such, the male had planned to clear as much of his work as possible for now, in order to visit the province of his lover with a clear conscience.
The male smiled as he was greeted by the few people, especially the workers he had seen since that time when he had visit the mines along with the royal family to check upon the new vein of gold they had discovered. As a man who straddled the gray area between nobility and commonfolk, Magnus found it easy to chat with people of all social classes, ideal for his status and position. His easygoing smile remained intact as he strolled towards where a bulk of the supplies were, inspecting the amount to ensure it added up to what he and the Chief Advisor of the kingdom had checked the night before.
It was upon closing in however, that Magnus's eyes registered surprise when he saw the Baron of Eubocris milling around supplies he knew came from his own province. He was thankful to the baron, for the Valaoritis family's loyalty to the crown was something Magnus found greatly respected. But perhaps what amused Magnus the most, was how reluctant Timaeus had been to allow Iolanthe to travel with him - albeit, Iolanthe had been way more insistent and had gained her way.
Still, it was a tad ironic, especially when he was planning a trip to visit the baron's own cousin soon.
Approaching the male with soft footfalls, Magnus drew to a stop just out of his view, before clearing his throat gently, just audible enough to draw his attention. "You look quite bored, Lord Timaeus." Magnus started as a way of introduction. His hands were laced behind him, smile smooth as he closed in a few steps more, and tilted his head as a small bow of respect. "I thank you on behalf of the royal family, for Eubocris's contribution to the rebuilding of Midas. The people here are most grateful."
He had managed to, with the help of the other advisors and military of Colchis, cleared out the remainder of the supplies the lower levels would need for the rebuild of the city, a much needed exercise after the fire that had cleared out half the lower levels. Working with the second prince, as Vangelis was still out of the kingdom at the time, Magnus had managed to secure labor work to help out in the efforts on top of the supplies shipped in, and as the day began, the spymaster had dressed and arrived early to oversee the beginning of the work.
His dappled gray gelding was reined in to a stop as the dark haired male arrived, sliding off the saddle, his booted feet falling to the ground. Eschewing chitons, Magnus dressed in his preferred form of black pants and a maroon tunic, a thin material suited for working should he have to put in his own hands to help out. His hair was combed back, tied up with a string. Magnus intended to visit Arcanes before the end of the week, and as such wanted to be around to be of help as much as he could before his alotted time for departure. While Magnus knew he had work, he also had promised Iolanthe, and he was not one to back out on his promise. As such, the male had planned to clear as much of his work as possible for now, in order to visit the province of his lover with a clear conscience.
The male smiled as he was greeted by the few people, especially the workers he had seen since that time when he had visit the mines along with the royal family to check upon the new vein of gold they had discovered. As a man who straddled the gray area between nobility and commonfolk, Magnus found it easy to chat with people of all social classes, ideal for his status and position. His easygoing smile remained intact as he strolled towards where a bulk of the supplies were, inspecting the amount to ensure it added up to what he and the Chief Advisor of the kingdom had checked the night before.
It was upon closing in however, that Magnus's eyes registered surprise when he saw the Baron of Eubocris milling around supplies he knew came from his own province. He was thankful to the baron, for the Valaoritis family's loyalty to the crown was something Magnus found greatly respected. But perhaps what amused Magnus the most, was how reluctant Timaeus had been to allow Iolanthe to travel with him - albeit, Iolanthe had been way more insistent and had gained her way.
Still, it was a tad ironic, especially when he was planning a trip to visit the baron's own cousin soon.
Approaching the male with soft footfalls, Magnus drew to a stop just out of his view, before clearing his throat gently, just audible enough to draw his attention. "You look quite bored, Lord Timaeus." Magnus started as a way of introduction. His hands were laced behind him, smile smooth as he closed in a few steps more, and tilted his head as a small bow of respect. "I thank you on behalf of the royal family, for Eubocris's contribution to the rebuilding of Midas. The people here are most grateful."
The day was not an unpleasant one as Roxanna mused as she shifted the weight of the basket in the crook of her arm. It held bread, cheese, a bowl of olives, figs, and some strips of jerky for the men who looked as if they were taking a meal break. It was all so exciting at first. Not the fire, of course, but the aftermath. She got to get out of the house for once, see new people and things and be looked at like some nameless and kind noble. However, handing out food and refreshment was becoming tedious and dull.
A man was sitting on a rock, he was covered in soot and ugly to boot. He was looking at her longingly and she played her part and approached him, offering him the portion she was told they could spare for each man. He thanked her profusely and spoke kind and sweet words, much like most of them had. A hungry man was kind to the lady who offered a meal so she didn’t take it to heart. If they met on the street and he knew she was some bastard, he would likely have a different attitude.
Seeing a man approach Tim, her eyes lit up a bit and she excused herself from the no longer hungry man. Making up some question to ask him, she would find out who this man was. A bored mind found odd ways to entertain themselves and the day was proving to be as boring as the last few.
As soon as she approach though, the question slipped her mind. Damn, “Sir.” She greeted him with a bow of her head, “Excuse the interruption…” She spoke somewhat lowly, trying to come up with a good reason to butt in, “Uh…” Finally, it popped in her head, “You look as if you need a sit down and a meal as well. Don’t neglect your own needs while providing for others'.” She advised, her voice sweet. As if she just noticed him, she looked to the man who had been talking to Tim, “Good day, sir.” She said with a smile, “Would you care for some bread?”
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The day was not an unpleasant one as Roxanna mused as she shifted the weight of the basket in the crook of her arm. It held bread, cheese, a bowl of olives, figs, and some strips of jerky for the men who looked as if they were taking a meal break. It was all so exciting at first. Not the fire, of course, but the aftermath. She got to get out of the house for once, see new people and things and be looked at like some nameless and kind noble. However, handing out food and refreshment was becoming tedious and dull.
A man was sitting on a rock, he was covered in soot and ugly to boot. He was looking at her longingly and she played her part and approached him, offering him the portion she was told they could spare for each man. He thanked her profusely and spoke kind and sweet words, much like most of them had. A hungry man was kind to the lady who offered a meal so she didn’t take it to heart. If they met on the street and he knew she was some bastard, he would likely have a different attitude.
Seeing a man approach Tim, her eyes lit up a bit and she excused herself from the no longer hungry man. Making up some question to ask him, she would find out who this man was. A bored mind found odd ways to entertain themselves and the day was proving to be as boring as the last few.
As soon as she approach though, the question slipped her mind. Damn, “Sir.” She greeted him with a bow of her head, “Excuse the interruption…” She spoke somewhat lowly, trying to come up with a good reason to butt in, “Uh…” Finally, it popped in her head, “You look as if you need a sit down and a meal as well. Don’t neglect your own needs while providing for others'.” She advised, her voice sweet. As if she just noticed him, she looked to the man who had been talking to Tim, “Good day, sir.” She said with a smile, “Would you care for some bread?”
The day was not an unpleasant one as Roxanna mused as she shifted the weight of the basket in the crook of her arm. It held bread, cheese, a bowl of olives, figs, and some strips of jerky for the men who looked as if they were taking a meal break. It was all so exciting at first. Not the fire, of course, but the aftermath. She got to get out of the house for once, see new people and things and be looked at like some nameless and kind noble. However, handing out food and refreshment was becoming tedious and dull.
A man was sitting on a rock, he was covered in soot and ugly to boot. He was looking at her longingly and she played her part and approached him, offering him the portion she was told they could spare for each man. He thanked her profusely and spoke kind and sweet words, much like most of them had. A hungry man was kind to the lady who offered a meal so she didn’t take it to heart. If they met on the street and he knew she was some bastard, he would likely have a different attitude.
Seeing a man approach Tim, her eyes lit up a bit and she excused herself from the no longer hungry man. Making up some question to ask him, she would find out who this man was. A bored mind found odd ways to entertain themselves and the day was proving to be as boring as the last few.
As soon as she approach though, the question slipped her mind. Damn, “Sir.” She greeted him with a bow of her head, “Excuse the interruption…” She spoke somewhat lowly, trying to come up with a good reason to butt in, “Uh…” Finally, it popped in her head, “You look as if you need a sit down and a meal as well. Don’t neglect your own needs while providing for others'.” She advised, her voice sweet. As if she just noticed him, she looked to the man who had been talking to Tim, “Good day, sir.” She said with a smile, “Would you care for some bread?”
Timaeus didn’t see Magnus approach him at first nor did he hear him over the din of noise that surrounded them as people milled about. That was probably for the better though, as had the Lord known that the Master Informer was making a beeline for him, he would have done in everything in his power to avoid Magnus. After all, Timaeus knew what the man wanted and this was hardly the ideal situation to be discussing whatever possible marriage plans could be in place for Iolanthe of Peisistratos.
Was there a part of him that even trusted Magnus to have that conversation?
In truth, Timaeus couldn’t separate Magnus from the job he held and this alone was the reason why he was so wary of the man. He served as the crown’s Master Informer. It was quite literally Magnus’s job to know everything that happened across the realm and quickly report it back to the crown so they may use the information to their advantage. Men like him, by their very nature, were loyal only to themselves and took on roles that were cloaked in mistrust for a reason. There was no possible way that Timaeus could ever trust a man like him, especially not now when he had something to hide from the crown thanks to the reckless actions of his younger brother.
However, to his utter dismay, his cousin didn’t seem to think the same way as him and --for some godforsaken reason-- decided that she had taken a fancy to Magnus. Granted, neither of them had outwardly mentioned it to him yet, as they both knew of the Baron’s less than favorable opinion of the man, but he saw it clearly enough when Io had begged for him to allow her to travel with Magnus to Taengea. He may be younger than both of them, but he still wasn’t a fool. He could see what was happening and truthfully it worried him; especially given how quickly Magnus had decided to pursue Io after her return from Lands Afar. After all, the night market all those weeks ago had been the first time the Valaoritis boys had seen their cousin in ten years. That had also been the night that the Master Informer had offered to bring her to Taengea. That was a bit too soon for Timaeus’s tastes.
But it wasn’t just him naturally being overprotective of his family, which was understandable given everything that had happened in recent years. Timaeus was also very aware of the power Iolanthe held within her household whether she recognized it or not. With Isidore comatose and his wife not hiding the fact she had no intention of continuing the fruitless attempt of bearing him an heir, Io was poised to inherit the province of Arcanes. Or better yet, whoever she marries will. Everyone in Colchis knew that this future wasn’t a matter of if it would happen, it was a matter of when.
As her legal guardian, that left Timaeus in a tricky situation. He legally had the power to decide who her next husband would be and he had made a promise that Io’s feelings would come first. It was clear to him that Magnus was the one she wanted, but Timaeus couldn’t set aside his underlying concern that the common-born man was deceiving Io in some way in order to get the coveted title of Baron as quickly as possible. If this suspicion was correct… well, Timaeus would never forgive himself for letting Iolanthe get hurt, especially after what happened within her last marriage.
So, no. Timaeus did not trust Magnus of Chaossis and he had every reason in the world to keep that the same way it was.
This was why Timaeus could not be bothered to answer the Master Informant’s statement when the man made his presence known. Instead, he merely turned around, allowing his face to turn stony in an effort to conceal any of his distrustful thoughts from the man. Instead, it was just easier to allow for the man to think that Timaeus thought little of him. A small part of him hoped that this disregard might encourage Magnus to turn his power-hungry eyes elsewhere than his cousin, but he wouldn’t dare to bet on it. He doubted Magnus was a man who would easily give up on something if there was little more than a stubborn cousin standing in his way.
He gave a curt nod though in response to the man thanking the Baron for the supplies that Eubocris provided. Knowing it would be rude to leave their conversation just at that, however, Timaeus also added, “The people of Eubocris will be glad to hear that their hard work didn’t go to waste.” Timaeus doubted his own words as the people certainly didn’t seem happy that they needed to work even harder in preparation for recovery of the capital city, so far removed from their lives. But as a province of the Kotas family, they had a duty to the crown whether they liked it or not. Hell, at least Timaeus had given them a bonus for their work. He doubted that other Barons would afford their citizens the same luxury.
An awkward pause followed this, in which Timaeus hoped that he would be able to turn away and spare himself from the presence of this man he felt as if he could never trust. However, neither of them moved and the tenseness of the air broke the Baron first. “I heard my cousin enjoyed her time in Taengea. Thank you for offering to escort her.” It loathed him to bring Iolanthe into the conversation like this, but he also knew the power of one’s reputation in the world of politics that they shared. The last thing he needed was Magnus claiming he was rude by not even showing some form of gratitude for what he had done. Truthfully, even though he never wanted to admit it, he was indeed somewhat grateful that Io had not been in the kingdom for that short time. Her trip with Magnus ensured that she was not present in Midas for the fire and given that Galatea had been, it was entirely possible she might have been as well.
That was something that even he had to admit.
Luckily for him, the conversation didn’t move forward any further, as at that moment the two men were joined by a rather unexpected person. Timaeus failed to hide a slight look of confusion when Roxana approached the pair and proceeded to offer them some of the food and drink that she should be offering instead to the workers who needed it more than these the two of them. It wasn’t as if it was a mistake either, after all, this was his cousin. This wasn’t just a careless oversight on her part. He slightly raised an eyebrow at her in order to wordlessly ask her what she was doing. That was the upside of being raised alongside each other. It was easy to carry conversations without saying a single word and with any luck, it might temporarily hide her relation to Timaeus from Magnus.
Though, Timaeus knew that the other man was no fool. He would not insult Magnus to think so lowly as that. He was more than aware that the Master Informer was probably already beginning to put the pieces together in his mind given how familiar the pair were with each other and how similar they looked. If Magnus didn’t already know Roxana through Io, it was plainly obvious that the Baron and this girl were clearly related. It just wasn’t something that could be hidden from a man whose job it was to pay attention to the smallest detail.
Glancing at Roxana nervously, almost as if to apologize for what he was about to do, Timaeus said in response to her question, “Yes, some bread would be lovely.” However, before she even had a chance to fish two slices for the men out of the basket, he turned to Magnus and said with the reluctance of what he was doing practically dripping in his tone, “Sir Magnus,” He said, deliberately pointing out the man’s lack of noble birth, “This is my cousin Roxana.” He winced slightly as he did it, positive as to what the next few questions would center around, but he knew that it was the right thing to do at this moment. After all, he couldn’t just hide the whole existence of a person from Magnus. Plus, not to mention, it also didn’t hurt that Io could have told Magnus about Roxana as well... Or he could have just made a major mistake.
Either was entirely possible at this point given his family’s tendency to royally screw everything up.
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Timaeus didn’t see Magnus approach him at first nor did he hear him over the din of noise that surrounded them as people milled about. That was probably for the better though, as had the Lord known that the Master Informer was making a beeline for him, he would have done in everything in his power to avoid Magnus. After all, Timaeus knew what the man wanted and this was hardly the ideal situation to be discussing whatever possible marriage plans could be in place for Iolanthe of Peisistratos.
Was there a part of him that even trusted Magnus to have that conversation?
In truth, Timaeus couldn’t separate Magnus from the job he held and this alone was the reason why he was so wary of the man. He served as the crown’s Master Informer. It was quite literally Magnus’s job to know everything that happened across the realm and quickly report it back to the crown so they may use the information to their advantage. Men like him, by their very nature, were loyal only to themselves and took on roles that were cloaked in mistrust for a reason. There was no possible way that Timaeus could ever trust a man like him, especially not now when he had something to hide from the crown thanks to the reckless actions of his younger brother.
However, to his utter dismay, his cousin didn’t seem to think the same way as him and --for some godforsaken reason-- decided that she had taken a fancy to Magnus. Granted, neither of them had outwardly mentioned it to him yet, as they both knew of the Baron’s less than favorable opinion of the man, but he saw it clearly enough when Io had begged for him to allow her to travel with Magnus to Taengea. He may be younger than both of them, but he still wasn’t a fool. He could see what was happening and truthfully it worried him; especially given how quickly Magnus had decided to pursue Io after her return from Lands Afar. After all, the night market all those weeks ago had been the first time the Valaoritis boys had seen their cousin in ten years. That had also been the night that the Master Informer had offered to bring her to Taengea. That was a bit too soon for Timaeus’s tastes.
But it wasn’t just him naturally being overprotective of his family, which was understandable given everything that had happened in recent years. Timaeus was also very aware of the power Iolanthe held within her household whether she recognized it or not. With Isidore comatose and his wife not hiding the fact she had no intention of continuing the fruitless attempt of bearing him an heir, Io was poised to inherit the province of Arcanes. Or better yet, whoever she marries will. Everyone in Colchis knew that this future wasn’t a matter of if it would happen, it was a matter of when.
As her legal guardian, that left Timaeus in a tricky situation. He legally had the power to decide who her next husband would be and he had made a promise that Io’s feelings would come first. It was clear to him that Magnus was the one she wanted, but Timaeus couldn’t set aside his underlying concern that the common-born man was deceiving Io in some way in order to get the coveted title of Baron as quickly as possible. If this suspicion was correct… well, Timaeus would never forgive himself for letting Iolanthe get hurt, especially after what happened within her last marriage.
So, no. Timaeus did not trust Magnus of Chaossis and he had every reason in the world to keep that the same way it was.
This was why Timaeus could not be bothered to answer the Master Informant’s statement when the man made his presence known. Instead, he merely turned around, allowing his face to turn stony in an effort to conceal any of his distrustful thoughts from the man. Instead, it was just easier to allow for the man to think that Timaeus thought little of him. A small part of him hoped that this disregard might encourage Magnus to turn his power-hungry eyes elsewhere than his cousin, but he wouldn’t dare to bet on it. He doubted Magnus was a man who would easily give up on something if there was little more than a stubborn cousin standing in his way.
He gave a curt nod though in response to the man thanking the Baron for the supplies that Eubocris provided. Knowing it would be rude to leave their conversation just at that, however, Timaeus also added, “The people of Eubocris will be glad to hear that their hard work didn’t go to waste.” Timaeus doubted his own words as the people certainly didn’t seem happy that they needed to work even harder in preparation for recovery of the capital city, so far removed from their lives. But as a province of the Kotas family, they had a duty to the crown whether they liked it or not. Hell, at least Timaeus had given them a bonus for their work. He doubted that other Barons would afford their citizens the same luxury.
An awkward pause followed this, in which Timaeus hoped that he would be able to turn away and spare himself from the presence of this man he felt as if he could never trust. However, neither of them moved and the tenseness of the air broke the Baron first. “I heard my cousin enjoyed her time in Taengea. Thank you for offering to escort her.” It loathed him to bring Iolanthe into the conversation like this, but he also knew the power of one’s reputation in the world of politics that they shared. The last thing he needed was Magnus claiming he was rude by not even showing some form of gratitude for what he had done. Truthfully, even though he never wanted to admit it, he was indeed somewhat grateful that Io had not been in the kingdom for that short time. Her trip with Magnus ensured that she was not present in Midas for the fire and given that Galatea had been, it was entirely possible she might have been as well.
That was something that even he had to admit.
Luckily for him, the conversation didn’t move forward any further, as at that moment the two men were joined by a rather unexpected person. Timaeus failed to hide a slight look of confusion when Roxana approached the pair and proceeded to offer them some of the food and drink that she should be offering instead to the workers who needed it more than these the two of them. It wasn’t as if it was a mistake either, after all, this was his cousin. This wasn’t just a careless oversight on her part. He slightly raised an eyebrow at her in order to wordlessly ask her what she was doing. That was the upside of being raised alongside each other. It was easy to carry conversations without saying a single word and with any luck, it might temporarily hide her relation to Timaeus from Magnus.
Though, Timaeus knew that the other man was no fool. He would not insult Magnus to think so lowly as that. He was more than aware that the Master Informer was probably already beginning to put the pieces together in his mind given how familiar the pair were with each other and how similar they looked. If Magnus didn’t already know Roxana through Io, it was plainly obvious that the Baron and this girl were clearly related. It just wasn’t something that could be hidden from a man whose job it was to pay attention to the smallest detail.
Glancing at Roxana nervously, almost as if to apologize for what he was about to do, Timaeus said in response to her question, “Yes, some bread would be lovely.” However, before she even had a chance to fish two slices for the men out of the basket, he turned to Magnus and said with the reluctance of what he was doing practically dripping in his tone, “Sir Magnus,” He said, deliberately pointing out the man’s lack of noble birth, “This is my cousin Roxana.” He winced slightly as he did it, positive as to what the next few questions would center around, but he knew that it was the right thing to do at this moment. After all, he couldn’t just hide the whole existence of a person from Magnus. Plus, not to mention, it also didn’t hurt that Io could have told Magnus about Roxana as well... Or he could have just made a major mistake.
Either was entirely possible at this point given his family’s tendency to royally screw everything up.
Timaeus didn’t see Magnus approach him at first nor did he hear him over the din of noise that surrounded them as people milled about. That was probably for the better though, as had the Lord known that the Master Informer was making a beeline for him, he would have done in everything in his power to avoid Magnus. After all, Timaeus knew what the man wanted and this was hardly the ideal situation to be discussing whatever possible marriage plans could be in place for Iolanthe of Peisistratos.
Was there a part of him that even trusted Magnus to have that conversation?
In truth, Timaeus couldn’t separate Magnus from the job he held and this alone was the reason why he was so wary of the man. He served as the crown’s Master Informer. It was quite literally Magnus’s job to know everything that happened across the realm and quickly report it back to the crown so they may use the information to their advantage. Men like him, by their very nature, were loyal only to themselves and took on roles that were cloaked in mistrust for a reason. There was no possible way that Timaeus could ever trust a man like him, especially not now when he had something to hide from the crown thanks to the reckless actions of his younger brother.
However, to his utter dismay, his cousin didn’t seem to think the same way as him and --for some godforsaken reason-- decided that she had taken a fancy to Magnus. Granted, neither of them had outwardly mentioned it to him yet, as they both knew of the Baron’s less than favorable opinion of the man, but he saw it clearly enough when Io had begged for him to allow her to travel with Magnus to Taengea. He may be younger than both of them, but he still wasn’t a fool. He could see what was happening and truthfully it worried him; especially given how quickly Magnus had decided to pursue Io after her return from Lands Afar. After all, the night market all those weeks ago had been the first time the Valaoritis boys had seen their cousin in ten years. That had also been the night that the Master Informer had offered to bring her to Taengea. That was a bit too soon for Timaeus’s tastes.
But it wasn’t just him naturally being overprotective of his family, which was understandable given everything that had happened in recent years. Timaeus was also very aware of the power Iolanthe held within her household whether she recognized it or not. With Isidore comatose and his wife not hiding the fact she had no intention of continuing the fruitless attempt of bearing him an heir, Io was poised to inherit the province of Arcanes. Or better yet, whoever she marries will. Everyone in Colchis knew that this future wasn’t a matter of if it would happen, it was a matter of when.
As her legal guardian, that left Timaeus in a tricky situation. He legally had the power to decide who her next husband would be and he had made a promise that Io’s feelings would come first. It was clear to him that Magnus was the one she wanted, but Timaeus couldn’t set aside his underlying concern that the common-born man was deceiving Io in some way in order to get the coveted title of Baron as quickly as possible. If this suspicion was correct… well, Timaeus would never forgive himself for letting Iolanthe get hurt, especially after what happened within her last marriage.
So, no. Timaeus did not trust Magnus of Chaossis and he had every reason in the world to keep that the same way it was.
This was why Timaeus could not be bothered to answer the Master Informant’s statement when the man made his presence known. Instead, he merely turned around, allowing his face to turn stony in an effort to conceal any of his distrustful thoughts from the man. Instead, it was just easier to allow for the man to think that Timaeus thought little of him. A small part of him hoped that this disregard might encourage Magnus to turn his power-hungry eyes elsewhere than his cousin, but he wouldn’t dare to bet on it. He doubted Magnus was a man who would easily give up on something if there was little more than a stubborn cousin standing in his way.
He gave a curt nod though in response to the man thanking the Baron for the supplies that Eubocris provided. Knowing it would be rude to leave their conversation just at that, however, Timaeus also added, “The people of Eubocris will be glad to hear that their hard work didn’t go to waste.” Timaeus doubted his own words as the people certainly didn’t seem happy that they needed to work even harder in preparation for recovery of the capital city, so far removed from their lives. But as a province of the Kotas family, they had a duty to the crown whether they liked it or not. Hell, at least Timaeus had given them a bonus for their work. He doubted that other Barons would afford their citizens the same luxury.
An awkward pause followed this, in which Timaeus hoped that he would be able to turn away and spare himself from the presence of this man he felt as if he could never trust. However, neither of them moved and the tenseness of the air broke the Baron first. “I heard my cousin enjoyed her time in Taengea. Thank you for offering to escort her.” It loathed him to bring Iolanthe into the conversation like this, but he also knew the power of one’s reputation in the world of politics that they shared. The last thing he needed was Magnus claiming he was rude by not even showing some form of gratitude for what he had done. Truthfully, even though he never wanted to admit it, he was indeed somewhat grateful that Io had not been in the kingdom for that short time. Her trip with Magnus ensured that she was not present in Midas for the fire and given that Galatea had been, it was entirely possible she might have been as well.
That was something that even he had to admit.
Luckily for him, the conversation didn’t move forward any further, as at that moment the two men were joined by a rather unexpected person. Timaeus failed to hide a slight look of confusion when Roxana approached the pair and proceeded to offer them some of the food and drink that she should be offering instead to the workers who needed it more than these the two of them. It wasn’t as if it was a mistake either, after all, this was his cousin. This wasn’t just a careless oversight on her part. He slightly raised an eyebrow at her in order to wordlessly ask her what she was doing. That was the upside of being raised alongside each other. It was easy to carry conversations without saying a single word and with any luck, it might temporarily hide her relation to Timaeus from Magnus.
Though, Timaeus knew that the other man was no fool. He would not insult Magnus to think so lowly as that. He was more than aware that the Master Informer was probably already beginning to put the pieces together in his mind given how familiar the pair were with each other and how similar they looked. If Magnus didn’t already know Roxana through Io, it was plainly obvious that the Baron and this girl were clearly related. It just wasn’t something that could be hidden from a man whose job it was to pay attention to the smallest detail.
Glancing at Roxana nervously, almost as if to apologize for what he was about to do, Timaeus said in response to her question, “Yes, some bread would be lovely.” However, before she even had a chance to fish two slices for the men out of the basket, he turned to Magnus and said with the reluctance of what he was doing practically dripping in his tone, “Sir Magnus,” He said, deliberately pointing out the man’s lack of noble birth, “This is my cousin Roxana.” He winced slightly as he did it, positive as to what the next few questions would center around, but he knew that it was the right thing to do at this moment. After all, he couldn’t just hide the whole existence of a person from Magnus. Plus, not to mention, it also didn’t hurt that Io could have told Magnus about Roxana as well... Or he could have just made a major mistake.
Either was entirely possible at this point given his family’s tendency to royally screw everything up.
Still being children in more aspects than one, the Eliades family had been decidedly against subjecting the twins to the manual labor expected from others in the city that day. Even though this decision brought no complaints from the boys themselves, it did pose another problem for the family; just what were they going to with the pair of rambunctious rascals and in particular, Babis. Although both of the twelve-year-olds were a handful within their own right, together they were easily a hellstorm of trouble that was only capable of leaving a trail of chaos in their wake. The younger twin would normally be at the center of whatever mischief they caused and given that he was known for his restlessness, having him stand around and watch rocks b moved across the city was just a recipe for disaster.
So, in order to a stop to this, before it even began, the family had decided that Babis would be put to good use. After all, the child was fast. Wouldn’t it make sense to put his speed to good use by making him a messenger for the day, darting from officer to officer, relaying what supplies were needed where and just generally keeping everyone aware of what was happening throughout the city?
That was why Babis was now running through the streets of the city with a smile that was larger than the sun itself. As he dashed through the street, only a flash of brown from his tunic could be seen as his childish laugh lingered in the air long after he had passed. The boy loved to run more than anything. After all, there was nothing quite like feeling the wind passing through his hair as he flew over the cobblestones. There was absolutely nothing more freeing for the boy than having the ability to let loose all the pent up energy that had been trapped within him as he had to suffer through lessons.
In some sort of odd way, it almost made Babis feel like his patron god, Hermes. After all, the god was known for how quick he was on his feet, as the young nobleman. (Not to mention the god was known for his role of being a messenger to Zeus.) For a moment, as he dashed through the streets in search of a man with a blonde beard and big nose as he had been instructed to do, he allowed his mind to wander as to what it would be like if he actually were the god… What would it actually be like to have those winged sandals strapped to his own feet? He could barely even put the thoughts of it together in his mind All he knew that it would be wonderful and absolutely amazing, to say the very least.
Perhaps if someone with the patience to listen to an overactive child were to stop him, he may share these excited thoughts with them. Or perhaps they would just give Babis their message and send him on his way?
Babis would only know if someone dared to try and stop the wild child running through the streets.
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Still being children in more aspects than one, the Eliades family had been decidedly against subjecting the twins to the manual labor expected from others in the city that day. Even though this decision brought no complaints from the boys themselves, it did pose another problem for the family; just what were they going to with the pair of rambunctious rascals and in particular, Babis. Although both of the twelve-year-olds were a handful within their own right, together they were easily a hellstorm of trouble that was only capable of leaving a trail of chaos in their wake. The younger twin would normally be at the center of whatever mischief they caused and given that he was known for his restlessness, having him stand around and watch rocks b moved across the city was just a recipe for disaster.
So, in order to a stop to this, before it even began, the family had decided that Babis would be put to good use. After all, the child was fast. Wouldn’t it make sense to put his speed to good use by making him a messenger for the day, darting from officer to officer, relaying what supplies were needed where and just generally keeping everyone aware of what was happening throughout the city?
That was why Babis was now running through the streets of the city with a smile that was larger than the sun itself. As he dashed through the street, only a flash of brown from his tunic could be seen as his childish laugh lingered in the air long after he had passed. The boy loved to run more than anything. After all, there was nothing quite like feeling the wind passing through his hair as he flew over the cobblestones. There was absolutely nothing more freeing for the boy than having the ability to let loose all the pent up energy that had been trapped within him as he had to suffer through lessons.
In some sort of odd way, it almost made Babis feel like his patron god, Hermes. After all, the god was known for how quick he was on his feet, as the young nobleman. (Not to mention the god was known for his role of being a messenger to Zeus.) For a moment, as he dashed through the streets in search of a man with a blonde beard and big nose as he had been instructed to do, he allowed his mind to wander as to what it would be like if he actually were the god… What would it actually be like to have those winged sandals strapped to his own feet? He could barely even put the thoughts of it together in his mind All he knew that it would be wonderful and absolutely amazing, to say the very least.
Perhaps if someone with the patience to listen to an overactive child were to stop him, he may share these excited thoughts with them. Or perhaps they would just give Babis their message and send him on his way?
Babis would only know if someone dared to try and stop the wild child running through the streets.
Still being children in more aspects than one, the Eliades family had been decidedly against subjecting the twins to the manual labor expected from others in the city that day. Even though this decision brought no complaints from the boys themselves, it did pose another problem for the family; just what were they going to with the pair of rambunctious rascals and in particular, Babis. Although both of the twelve-year-olds were a handful within their own right, together they were easily a hellstorm of trouble that was only capable of leaving a trail of chaos in their wake. The younger twin would normally be at the center of whatever mischief they caused and given that he was known for his restlessness, having him stand around and watch rocks b moved across the city was just a recipe for disaster.
So, in order to a stop to this, before it even began, the family had decided that Babis would be put to good use. After all, the child was fast. Wouldn’t it make sense to put his speed to good use by making him a messenger for the day, darting from officer to officer, relaying what supplies were needed where and just generally keeping everyone aware of what was happening throughout the city?
That was why Babis was now running through the streets of the city with a smile that was larger than the sun itself. As he dashed through the street, only a flash of brown from his tunic could be seen as his childish laugh lingered in the air long after he had passed. The boy loved to run more than anything. After all, there was nothing quite like feeling the wind passing through his hair as he flew over the cobblestones. There was absolutely nothing more freeing for the boy than having the ability to let loose all the pent up energy that had been trapped within him as he had to suffer through lessons.
In some sort of odd way, it almost made Babis feel like his patron god, Hermes. After all, the god was known for how quick he was on his feet, as the young nobleman. (Not to mention the god was known for his role of being a messenger to Zeus.) For a moment, as he dashed through the streets in search of a man with a blonde beard and big nose as he had been instructed to do, he allowed his mind to wander as to what it would be like if he actually were the god… What would it actually be like to have those winged sandals strapped to his own feet? He could barely even put the thoughts of it together in his mind All he knew that it would be wonderful and absolutely amazing, to say the very least.
Perhaps if someone with the patience to listen to an overactive child were to stop him, he may share these excited thoughts with them. Or perhaps they would just give Babis their message and send him on his way?
Babis would only know if someone dared to try and stop the wild child running through the streets.
The baron of Eubocris did not like him, nor his presence, of that Magnus was fairly certain. If it had not been for Iolanthe's 'persuasive' methods in convincing her cousin, she would not have been able to join him for a voyage to Taengea, and none of the enjoyable moments they experienced on the boat would have happened. But more then that, Magnus doubted he was an ideal candidate Timaeus would pick as a choice of husband for his cousin. Born of low birth, with no name or pride to his family, and money earned through hard work, he was hardly someone befitting for a lady of noble birth.
Yet, he tried his luck. The lord reacted too much to his actions anyway, and Magnus found himself quite amused by him.
Why the lord held Magnus in such a suspicious light, he had no idea though. All he did know was each time he approached the male for a conversation, the other seemed shuttered and protective of himself and his secrets, things that he likely did not want Magnus to know. But that simply made the spymaster even more curious. It was his job afterall, to know what everything that happened within the kingdom. And he found it amusing, for they were both just as loyal to the royal family, and he wasn't certain why Timaeus regarded him as such.
The baron did not need to know, of course, that more then anything in the world, Magnus aspired to be a baron, and to earn a house and lands in his father's name.
What greeted Timaeus as he turned, was a congenial smile on Magnus's lips as he greeted the baron with a respectful, cordial bow at his neck towards the other, as if he did not allow the other's disrespectful reaction to him affect at all. "As I'm sure the people of Midas would be glad their brethren and people are assisting despite beig of such a distance." he murmured in response, as his dark eyes swivelled back to watch the work. The men appeared to be reconstructing the row of houses which had been burnt down from the previous fire, and the work was going well.
"It was my pleasure." the man murmured in return, turning to look at Timaeus again. "Lady Iolanthe was a delight to have, and I look forward to have her in my company." It was an understatement, for as it was, Magnus was already planning to make a visit to Arcanes very soon, as soon as he was able to leave the rebuilding. He was already prepping Leto for leaving, and would likely go ahead of his sister to visit his lover first, before is sister came along. Leto was learning well from Iolanthe on how to be a proper lady, and it pleased Magnus greatly to see his sister blossoming.
Eyes turning to Roxana as she joined the conversation, for a moment the spymaster's brows furrowed as he tried to place who the woman was. His job dictated he knew most of the people within the capitol, but he had to admit that the woman was someone who he wasn't certain where to place. As the baron responded with what he saw as a nervous glance, Magnus made a mental note to check on the woman's background, but smiled outwardly as he nodded. "Indeed, it wou-" he started, only to be cut off when Timaeus suddenly announced their relation.
Blinking in surprise at how blatantly honest the baron had been, something Magnus had not expected at all. "I wasn't aware that you had a cousin, Lord Timaeus. I did not hear of any of... marriages of note?" he asked, a lilt in his voice that made it obvious he questioned his cousin's parentage, even as he gave a kindly smile to Roxana.
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The baron of Eubocris did not like him, nor his presence, of that Magnus was fairly certain. If it had not been for Iolanthe's 'persuasive' methods in convincing her cousin, she would not have been able to join him for a voyage to Taengea, and none of the enjoyable moments they experienced on the boat would have happened. But more then that, Magnus doubted he was an ideal candidate Timaeus would pick as a choice of husband for his cousin. Born of low birth, with no name or pride to his family, and money earned through hard work, he was hardly someone befitting for a lady of noble birth.
Yet, he tried his luck. The lord reacted too much to his actions anyway, and Magnus found himself quite amused by him.
Why the lord held Magnus in such a suspicious light, he had no idea though. All he did know was each time he approached the male for a conversation, the other seemed shuttered and protective of himself and his secrets, things that he likely did not want Magnus to know. But that simply made the spymaster even more curious. It was his job afterall, to know what everything that happened within the kingdom. And he found it amusing, for they were both just as loyal to the royal family, and he wasn't certain why Timaeus regarded him as such.
The baron did not need to know, of course, that more then anything in the world, Magnus aspired to be a baron, and to earn a house and lands in his father's name.
What greeted Timaeus as he turned, was a congenial smile on Magnus's lips as he greeted the baron with a respectful, cordial bow at his neck towards the other, as if he did not allow the other's disrespectful reaction to him affect at all. "As I'm sure the people of Midas would be glad their brethren and people are assisting despite beig of such a distance." he murmured in response, as his dark eyes swivelled back to watch the work. The men appeared to be reconstructing the row of houses which had been burnt down from the previous fire, and the work was going well.
"It was my pleasure." the man murmured in return, turning to look at Timaeus again. "Lady Iolanthe was a delight to have, and I look forward to have her in my company." It was an understatement, for as it was, Magnus was already planning to make a visit to Arcanes very soon, as soon as he was able to leave the rebuilding. He was already prepping Leto for leaving, and would likely go ahead of his sister to visit his lover first, before is sister came along. Leto was learning well from Iolanthe on how to be a proper lady, and it pleased Magnus greatly to see his sister blossoming.
Eyes turning to Roxana as she joined the conversation, for a moment the spymaster's brows furrowed as he tried to place who the woman was. His job dictated he knew most of the people within the capitol, but he had to admit that the woman was someone who he wasn't certain where to place. As the baron responded with what he saw as a nervous glance, Magnus made a mental note to check on the woman's background, but smiled outwardly as he nodded. "Indeed, it wou-" he started, only to be cut off when Timaeus suddenly announced their relation.
Blinking in surprise at how blatantly honest the baron had been, something Magnus had not expected at all. "I wasn't aware that you had a cousin, Lord Timaeus. I did not hear of any of... marriages of note?" he asked, a lilt in his voice that made it obvious he questioned his cousin's parentage, even as he gave a kindly smile to Roxana.
The baron of Eubocris did not like him, nor his presence, of that Magnus was fairly certain. If it had not been for Iolanthe's 'persuasive' methods in convincing her cousin, she would not have been able to join him for a voyage to Taengea, and none of the enjoyable moments they experienced on the boat would have happened. But more then that, Magnus doubted he was an ideal candidate Timaeus would pick as a choice of husband for his cousin. Born of low birth, with no name or pride to his family, and money earned through hard work, he was hardly someone befitting for a lady of noble birth.
Yet, he tried his luck. The lord reacted too much to his actions anyway, and Magnus found himself quite amused by him.
Why the lord held Magnus in such a suspicious light, he had no idea though. All he did know was each time he approached the male for a conversation, the other seemed shuttered and protective of himself and his secrets, things that he likely did not want Magnus to know. But that simply made the spymaster even more curious. It was his job afterall, to know what everything that happened within the kingdom. And he found it amusing, for they were both just as loyal to the royal family, and he wasn't certain why Timaeus regarded him as such.
The baron did not need to know, of course, that more then anything in the world, Magnus aspired to be a baron, and to earn a house and lands in his father's name.
What greeted Timaeus as he turned, was a congenial smile on Magnus's lips as he greeted the baron with a respectful, cordial bow at his neck towards the other, as if he did not allow the other's disrespectful reaction to him affect at all. "As I'm sure the people of Midas would be glad their brethren and people are assisting despite beig of such a distance." he murmured in response, as his dark eyes swivelled back to watch the work. The men appeared to be reconstructing the row of houses which had been burnt down from the previous fire, and the work was going well.
"It was my pleasure." the man murmured in return, turning to look at Timaeus again. "Lady Iolanthe was a delight to have, and I look forward to have her in my company." It was an understatement, for as it was, Magnus was already planning to make a visit to Arcanes very soon, as soon as he was able to leave the rebuilding. He was already prepping Leto for leaving, and would likely go ahead of his sister to visit his lover first, before is sister came along. Leto was learning well from Iolanthe on how to be a proper lady, and it pleased Magnus greatly to see his sister blossoming.
Eyes turning to Roxana as she joined the conversation, for a moment the spymaster's brows furrowed as he tried to place who the woman was. His job dictated he knew most of the people within the capitol, but he had to admit that the woman was someone who he wasn't certain where to place. As the baron responded with what he saw as a nervous glance, Magnus made a mental note to check on the woman's background, but smiled outwardly as he nodded. "Indeed, it wou-" he started, only to be cut off when Timaeus suddenly announced their relation.
Blinking in surprise at how blatantly honest the baron had been, something Magnus had not expected at all. "I wasn't aware that you had a cousin, Lord Timaeus. I did not hear of any of... marriages of note?" he asked, a lilt in his voice that made it obvious he questioned his cousin's parentage, even as he gave a kindly smile to Roxana.
With the efforts to rebuild the Lower Levels of the city now almost completed and in its last legs, technically Evras did not have to make an appearance whilst the stone and wood are being worked into proper residences for the people of Midas. However, as the wife to the second prince, who was currently overseeing the city in the absence of Vangelis, she also knew that the Queen would be unhappy if Evras did not make an effort. Colchian women were held to different standards afterall, and while the pale daughter of Thanasi was not as strong and as tough as Queen Yanni had grew to be, she had wishes that she could grow into the Queen's shoes, if only just to fend for herself. Being the youngest of three girls, it was too often that Evras was sheltered from reality by her elder sisters, and even to a certain extent, her youngest brother.
Speaking of, the youngest of Thanasi's still worried her, especially with recent events, and whenever thoughts of her brother crossed her mind, the dark-haired maiden would furrow her brows, yet nothing could be done till Nethis returned from Taengea.
Pushing that temporarily to the back of her mind, instead Evras had gotten ready that morning, picking a short plum-colored chiton that would not hinder her movements as she oversaw her handmaidens in the passing out of fresh cylinders of water to the workers in the capitol. The carriage had rolled up with a wagon in tow, and the handmaidens she had brought along were quick to get to work as Evras was handed down by her footmen. Almost immediately, she was glad for her decision to knot up all her dark hair above her head, held in place by a twine, for the weather was still overbearingly hot. Turning, her lips smiled as her son stepped down as well.
"Do not wander far now, Dion. And... I think one of the young Eliades lords would be around." Evras mused, as she caught a flash of dark brown hair dasing amongst the working men. "Perhaps you could look for him?"
After ensuring Dion was well taken care of and charging a trusted footman to look after the young prince, only then did Evras turn, her eyes roaming for a familiar face, and greeting the few other ladies who had arrived at the area to pass out victuals, and offer any sort of assistance one could in the rebuilding of the Lower Levels. As she wandered, it did not take long before her steps stilled as she heard the voice of the Master Informer, someone who worked quite closely with her husband and brother-in-law.
Her presence seemed to be quickly noted by Magnus, for he had turned just as his sentence finished, and bowed at his waist in a royal greeting to Evras, who demurely nodded and then turned to offer a smile at Timaeus and the new lady who seemed to have recently joined their group. "And this is... your cousin, you mentioned, Lord Timaeus? Apologies if I got it wrong, I was quite a distance as you spoke, so I only caught the tail end of the conversation."
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With the efforts to rebuild the Lower Levels of the city now almost completed and in its last legs, technically Evras did not have to make an appearance whilst the stone and wood are being worked into proper residences for the people of Midas. However, as the wife to the second prince, who was currently overseeing the city in the absence of Vangelis, she also knew that the Queen would be unhappy if Evras did not make an effort. Colchian women were held to different standards afterall, and while the pale daughter of Thanasi was not as strong and as tough as Queen Yanni had grew to be, she had wishes that she could grow into the Queen's shoes, if only just to fend for herself. Being the youngest of three girls, it was too often that Evras was sheltered from reality by her elder sisters, and even to a certain extent, her youngest brother.
Speaking of, the youngest of Thanasi's still worried her, especially with recent events, and whenever thoughts of her brother crossed her mind, the dark-haired maiden would furrow her brows, yet nothing could be done till Nethis returned from Taengea.
Pushing that temporarily to the back of her mind, instead Evras had gotten ready that morning, picking a short plum-colored chiton that would not hinder her movements as she oversaw her handmaidens in the passing out of fresh cylinders of water to the workers in the capitol. The carriage had rolled up with a wagon in tow, and the handmaidens she had brought along were quick to get to work as Evras was handed down by her footmen. Almost immediately, she was glad for her decision to knot up all her dark hair above her head, held in place by a twine, for the weather was still overbearingly hot. Turning, her lips smiled as her son stepped down as well.
"Do not wander far now, Dion. And... I think one of the young Eliades lords would be around." Evras mused, as she caught a flash of dark brown hair dasing amongst the working men. "Perhaps you could look for him?"
After ensuring Dion was well taken care of and charging a trusted footman to look after the young prince, only then did Evras turn, her eyes roaming for a familiar face, and greeting the few other ladies who had arrived at the area to pass out victuals, and offer any sort of assistance one could in the rebuilding of the Lower Levels. As she wandered, it did not take long before her steps stilled as she heard the voice of the Master Informer, someone who worked quite closely with her husband and brother-in-law.
Her presence seemed to be quickly noted by Magnus, for he had turned just as his sentence finished, and bowed at his waist in a royal greeting to Evras, who demurely nodded and then turned to offer a smile at Timaeus and the new lady who seemed to have recently joined their group. "And this is... your cousin, you mentioned, Lord Timaeus? Apologies if I got it wrong, I was quite a distance as you spoke, so I only caught the tail end of the conversation."
With the efforts to rebuild the Lower Levels of the city now almost completed and in its last legs, technically Evras did not have to make an appearance whilst the stone and wood are being worked into proper residences for the people of Midas. However, as the wife to the second prince, who was currently overseeing the city in the absence of Vangelis, she also knew that the Queen would be unhappy if Evras did not make an effort. Colchian women were held to different standards afterall, and while the pale daughter of Thanasi was not as strong and as tough as Queen Yanni had grew to be, she had wishes that she could grow into the Queen's shoes, if only just to fend for herself. Being the youngest of three girls, it was too often that Evras was sheltered from reality by her elder sisters, and even to a certain extent, her youngest brother.
Speaking of, the youngest of Thanasi's still worried her, especially with recent events, and whenever thoughts of her brother crossed her mind, the dark-haired maiden would furrow her brows, yet nothing could be done till Nethis returned from Taengea.
Pushing that temporarily to the back of her mind, instead Evras had gotten ready that morning, picking a short plum-colored chiton that would not hinder her movements as she oversaw her handmaidens in the passing out of fresh cylinders of water to the workers in the capitol. The carriage had rolled up with a wagon in tow, and the handmaidens she had brought along were quick to get to work as Evras was handed down by her footmen. Almost immediately, she was glad for her decision to knot up all her dark hair above her head, held in place by a twine, for the weather was still overbearingly hot. Turning, her lips smiled as her son stepped down as well.
"Do not wander far now, Dion. And... I think one of the young Eliades lords would be around." Evras mused, as she caught a flash of dark brown hair dasing amongst the working men. "Perhaps you could look for him?"
After ensuring Dion was well taken care of and charging a trusted footman to look after the young prince, only then did Evras turn, her eyes roaming for a familiar face, and greeting the few other ladies who had arrived at the area to pass out victuals, and offer any sort of assistance one could in the rebuilding of the Lower Levels. As she wandered, it did not take long before her steps stilled as she heard the voice of the Master Informer, someone who worked quite closely with her husband and brother-in-law.
Her presence seemed to be quickly noted by Magnus, for he had turned just as his sentence finished, and bowed at his waist in a royal greeting to Evras, who demurely nodded and then turned to offer a smile at Timaeus and the new lady who seemed to have recently joined their group. "And this is... your cousin, you mentioned, Lord Timaeus? Apologies if I got it wrong, I was quite a distance as you spoke, so I only caught the tail end of the conversation."
A chill rushed down Roxana’s spine. If Tim was trying to teach her a lesson about being nosy, he had trumped her with the small introduction, naming her his bastard cousin. Blood rushed to her face, making it quite red beneath her freckles and she looked down quickly to hide the reaction. Roxana gave them her best curtsy as her name was spoken, which was impeccable. She had to pick up some things from her adopted mother’s obsession to turn her into a perfectly little lady. She was glad she knew her courtesies now and performed them while trying to pass off her proprietorial stumble as shyness only.
By the way this man looked at her before and after the introduction, she could tell she was now a curiosity; something Tim had tried to keep her from being for some time now. Still, he could have lied and said she was some other relation or none at all but he hadn’t. He had simply come out with it. She was mostly speechless, “A pleasure.” She managed but little else.
"I wasn't aware that you had a cousin, Lord Timaeus. I did not hear of any of... marriages of note?"
Roxana smiled and gave Tim an unsure look, her hazel eyes darting to him for instruction or guidance and maybe a twinge of an ‘I’m sorry’ to him in her face. And she was sorry. She wasn’t usually sorry or speechless and she had dreamed of this moment so many times, desired it. Now that it was here, she felt like someone had tripped her feet and she was flat faced on the ground.
To make matters worse, her relation to Timaeus was repeated once again in public as if to echo to all those around that a bastard was among them and Timaeus of Eubocris had a black mark on his family tree. She could not be the one to make this announcement, however and gave the newest arrival, a rather beautiful and pale woman that made Roxana ache to be half as elegant and lovely, a proper greeting, “Roxana, my lady.” She curtsied again.
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A chill rushed down Roxana’s spine. If Tim was trying to teach her a lesson about being nosy, he had trumped her with the small introduction, naming her his bastard cousin. Blood rushed to her face, making it quite red beneath her freckles and she looked down quickly to hide the reaction. Roxana gave them her best curtsy as her name was spoken, which was impeccable. She had to pick up some things from her adopted mother’s obsession to turn her into a perfectly little lady. She was glad she knew her courtesies now and performed them while trying to pass off her proprietorial stumble as shyness only.
By the way this man looked at her before and after the introduction, she could tell she was now a curiosity; something Tim had tried to keep her from being for some time now. Still, he could have lied and said she was some other relation or none at all but he hadn’t. He had simply come out with it. She was mostly speechless, “A pleasure.” She managed but little else.
"I wasn't aware that you had a cousin, Lord Timaeus. I did not hear of any of... marriages of note?"
Roxana smiled and gave Tim an unsure look, her hazel eyes darting to him for instruction or guidance and maybe a twinge of an ‘I’m sorry’ to him in her face. And she was sorry. She wasn’t usually sorry or speechless and she had dreamed of this moment so many times, desired it. Now that it was here, she felt like someone had tripped her feet and she was flat faced on the ground.
To make matters worse, her relation to Timaeus was repeated once again in public as if to echo to all those around that a bastard was among them and Timaeus of Eubocris had a black mark on his family tree. She could not be the one to make this announcement, however and gave the newest arrival, a rather beautiful and pale woman that made Roxana ache to be half as elegant and lovely, a proper greeting, “Roxana, my lady.” She curtsied again.
A chill rushed down Roxana’s spine. If Tim was trying to teach her a lesson about being nosy, he had trumped her with the small introduction, naming her his bastard cousin. Blood rushed to her face, making it quite red beneath her freckles and she looked down quickly to hide the reaction. Roxana gave them her best curtsy as her name was spoken, which was impeccable. She had to pick up some things from her adopted mother’s obsession to turn her into a perfectly little lady. She was glad she knew her courtesies now and performed them while trying to pass off her proprietorial stumble as shyness only.
By the way this man looked at her before and after the introduction, she could tell she was now a curiosity; something Tim had tried to keep her from being for some time now. Still, he could have lied and said she was some other relation or none at all but he hadn’t. He had simply come out with it. She was mostly speechless, “A pleasure.” She managed but little else.
"I wasn't aware that you had a cousin, Lord Timaeus. I did not hear of any of... marriages of note?"
Roxana smiled and gave Tim an unsure look, her hazel eyes darting to him for instruction or guidance and maybe a twinge of an ‘I’m sorry’ to him in her face. And she was sorry. She wasn’t usually sorry or speechless and she had dreamed of this moment so many times, desired it. Now that it was here, she felt like someone had tripped her feet and she was flat faced on the ground.
To make matters worse, her relation to Timaeus was repeated once again in public as if to echo to all those around that a bastard was among them and Timaeus of Eubocris had a black mark on his family tree. She could not be the one to make this announcement, however and gave the newest arrival, a rather beautiful and pale woman that made Roxana ache to be half as elegant and lovely, a proper greeting, “Roxana, my lady.” She curtsied again.
Maleos had been one of the first to arrive to the rebuilding effort, eager to get to work and not afraid to get his hands dirty and help his men, despite his rank of Captain. He was a strong believer in leading by example, he would never ask his men to do something that he himself would not do. Though there was not much that he would not do, he was no stranger to hard labour, and if he was being honest with himself, he actually enjoyed it. There was no feeling quite like the exhaustion at the end of a day of hard work, to him it meant that he had done something worthwhile. His father had always taught him that only cowards shied away from hard work, though a lot of the time when his father spoke those words he was directly referring to those of notable blood or rank who tended to avoid participation in the work. His father had always had quite a negative view of those of nobility or higher stations who put no effort in for themselves.
Maleos did not hold such radical views as his father, but at least for himself he did not let his rank of Captain get in the way of being involved in the same work as his men. He would never forget where he came from, and the work that he had to put in to get where he was. He did not rise from the bottom of the barrel to where he was now by coasting on the efforts of others.
And as such, Maleos had already been there for hours, since the early morning when the work had begun for the day, and he had been going without stopping for more than a drink of water since then. At this point, he easily blended in with the rest of the men who worked, wearing the clothes of a commoner, now covered in rock dust and dirt from the work he had been doing. Any portion of his body that remained uncovered by clothing was also streaked with dirt, leaving him looking nothing like a man of the rank he truly held.
He decided it was wise to take a bit of a break, at least to drink some more water and perhaps have something to eat. He knew himself well, and knew that if he did not force himself to stop for a little while, he would continue going until he started to feel a bit dizzy. He was known to push himself to the limit, often forgetting to stop for a moment and regain his strength. Maleos had been making a conscious effort to be aware of his stamina and stop for a few moments when he started feeling his strength wane.
He had spotted earlier a few women handing out food rations to the working men, and though he had declined the previous offers from them, he thought it would be a good idea now to seek one of them out and replenish his strength. And so Maleos left where he had been working, setting out to search the work area for some nourishment.
He was surprised as he came around a corner and spotted some familiar faces, though he had not yet met some of them yet, he knew of them due to their stations. Much higher stations than his own.
The one he was most interested in was Timaeus, his best friend and for all intents and purposes, a brother to him. He had not even been aware of his arrival, supposing he had been too caught up in the work to be done to be aware of anyone’s arrival. Typically he would avoid this situation, talking to people especially those much more notable than himself, and definitely considering the state he was in from the day’s work, but Maleos did not care about his own looks. He believed there were more important things to life than preening over ones appearance constantly. The only exception to his rule being when he needed to dress up for formal military showings, he actually rather enjoyed presenting himself as a Captain when the time called for it.
For now he would approach the people gathered, and he would greet them with a bow, formal and proper as he always was when dealing with people of note.
After greeting them all, he would speak.
“Apologies for my current state, I have been assisting with the efforts to rebuild all morning.” He stated simply. He was a man of few words, preferring to get to the point rather than dance around it with fancy words, his common upbringing was more than obvious as he spoke. He didn't think his current state of cleanliness nor dress required any more explaining than that.
His gaze would move to Roxana, he had met her once or twice, and heard of her from Timaeus. He knew that she was a bastard, and he didn’t really care. She was a person, same as the rest, her parentage did not matter to him. What did matter to him at the moment was the food she held, and he was reminded of the original purpose to the halting of his work. He could feel his stomach rumble at the sight of the food, but his words failed him as he tried to figure out how to politely interrupt the conversation to ask for some of it.
Instead he decided to wait, the conversation would eventually break and he could then go and find himself something to satiate his hunger. He thought that would be a better alternative to coming across as impolite with the current company.
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Maleos had been one of the first to arrive to the rebuilding effort, eager to get to work and not afraid to get his hands dirty and help his men, despite his rank of Captain. He was a strong believer in leading by example, he would never ask his men to do something that he himself would not do. Though there was not much that he would not do, he was no stranger to hard labour, and if he was being honest with himself, he actually enjoyed it. There was no feeling quite like the exhaustion at the end of a day of hard work, to him it meant that he had done something worthwhile. His father had always taught him that only cowards shied away from hard work, though a lot of the time when his father spoke those words he was directly referring to those of notable blood or rank who tended to avoid participation in the work. His father had always had quite a negative view of those of nobility or higher stations who put no effort in for themselves.
Maleos did not hold such radical views as his father, but at least for himself he did not let his rank of Captain get in the way of being involved in the same work as his men. He would never forget where he came from, and the work that he had to put in to get where he was. He did not rise from the bottom of the barrel to where he was now by coasting on the efforts of others.
And as such, Maleos had already been there for hours, since the early morning when the work had begun for the day, and he had been going without stopping for more than a drink of water since then. At this point, he easily blended in with the rest of the men who worked, wearing the clothes of a commoner, now covered in rock dust and dirt from the work he had been doing. Any portion of his body that remained uncovered by clothing was also streaked with dirt, leaving him looking nothing like a man of the rank he truly held.
He decided it was wise to take a bit of a break, at least to drink some more water and perhaps have something to eat. He knew himself well, and knew that if he did not force himself to stop for a little while, he would continue going until he started to feel a bit dizzy. He was known to push himself to the limit, often forgetting to stop for a moment and regain his strength. Maleos had been making a conscious effort to be aware of his stamina and stop for a few moments when he started feeling his strength wane.
He had spotted earlier a few women handing out food rations to the working men, and though he had declined the previous offers from them, he thought it would be a good idea now to seek one of them out and replenish his strength. And so Maleos left where he had been working, setting out to search the work area for some nourishment.
He was surprised as he came around a corner and spotted some familiar faces, though he had not yet met some of them yet, he knew of them due to their stations. Much higher stations than his own.
The one he was most interested in was Timaeus, his best friend and for all intents and purposes, a brother to him. He had not even been aware of his arrival, supposing he had been too caught up in the work to be done to be aware of anyone’s arrival. Typically he would avoid this situation, talking to people especially those much more notable than himself, and definitely considering the state he was in from the day’s work, but Maleos did not care about his own looks. He believed there were more important things to life than preening over ones appearance constantly. The only exception to his rule being when he needed to dress up for formal military showings, he actually rather enjoyed presenting himself as a Captain when the time called for it.
For now he would approach the people gathered, and he would greet them with a bow, formal and proper as he always was when dealing with people of note.
After greeting them all, he would speak.
“Apologies for my current state, I have been assisting with the efforts to rebuild all morning.” He stated simply. He was a man of few words, preferring to get to the point rather than dance around it with fancy words, his common upbringing was more than obvious as he spoke. He didn't think his current state of cleanliness nor dress required any more explaining than that.
His gaze would move to Roxana, he had met her once or twice, and heard of her from Timaeus. He knew that she was a bastard, and he didn’t really care. She was a person, same as the rest, her parentage did not matter to him. What did matter to him at the moment was the food she held, and he was reminded of the original purpose to the halting of his work. He could feel his stomach rumble at the sight of the food, but his words failed him as he tried to figure out how to politely interrupt the conversation to ask for some of it.
Instead he decided to wait, the conversation would eventually break and he could then go and find himself something to satiate his hunger. He thought that would be a better alternative to coming across as impolite with the current company.
Maleos had been one of the first to arrive to the rebuilding effort, eager to get to work and not afraid to get his hands dirty and help his men, despite his rank of Captain. He was a strong believer in leading by example, he would never ask his men to do something that he himself would not do. Though there was not much that he would not do, he was no stranger to hard labour, and if he was being honest with himself, he actually enjoyed it. There was no feeling quite like the exhaustion at the end of a day of hard work, to him it meant that he had done something worthwhile. His father had always taught him that only cowards shied away from hard work, though a lot of the time when his father spoke those words he was directly referring to those of notable blood or rank who tended to avoid participation in the work. His father had always had quite a negative view of those of nobility or higher stations who put no effort in for themselves.
Maleos did not hold such radical views as his father, but at least for himself he did not let his rank of Captain get in the way of being involved in the same work as his men. He would never forget where he came from, and the work that he had to put in to get where he was. He did not rise from the bottom of the barrel to where he was now by coasting on the efforts of others.
And as such, Maleos had already been there for hours, since the early morning when the work had begun for the day, and he had been going without stopping for more than a drink of water since then. At this point, he easily blended in with the rest of the men who worked, wearing the clothes of a commoner, now covered in rock dust and dirt from the work he had been doing. Any portion of his body that remained uncovered by clothing was also streaked with dirt, leaving him looking nothing like a man of the rank he truly held.
He decided it was wise to take a bit of a break, at least to drink some more water and perhaps have something to eat. He knew himself well, and knew that if he did not force himself to stop for a little while, he would continue going until he started to feel a bit dizzy. He was known to push himself to the limit, often forgetting to stop for a moment and regain his strength. Maleos had been making a conscious effort to be aware of his stamina and stop for a few moments when he started feeling his strength wane.
He had spotted earlier a few women handing out food rations to the working men, and though he had declined the previous offers from them, he thought it would be a good idea now to seek one of them out and replenish his strength. And so Maleos left where he had been working, setting out to search the work area for some nourishment.
He was surprised as he came around a corner and spotted some familiar faces, though he had not yet met some of them yet, he knew of them due to their stations. Much higher stations than his own.
The one he was most interested in was Timaeus, his best friend and for all intents and purposes, a brother to him. He had not even been aware of his arrival, supposing he had been too caught up in the work to be done to be aware of anyone’s arrival. Typically he would avoid this situation, talking to people especially those much more notable than himself, and definitely considering the state he was in from the day’s work, but Maleos did not care about his own looks. He believed there were more important things to life than preening over ones appearance constantly. The only exception to his rule being when he needed to dress up for formal military showings, he actually rather enjoyed presenting himself as a Captain when the time called for it.
For now he would approach the people gathered, and he would greet them with a bow, formal and proper as he always was when dealing with people of note.
After greeting them all, he would speak.
“Apologies for my current state, I have been assisting with the efforts to rebuild all morning.” He stated simply. He was a man of few words, preferring to get to the point rather than dance around it with fancy words, his common upbringing was more than obvious as he spoke. He didn't think his current state of cleanliness nor dress required any more explaining than that.
His gaze would move to Roxana, he had met her once or twice, and heard of her from Timaeus. He knew that she was a bastard, and he didn’t really care. She was a person, same as the rest, her parentage did not matter to him. What did matter to him at the moment was the food she held, and he was reminded of the original purpose to the halting of his work. He could feel his stomach rumble at the sight of the food, but his words failed him as he tried to figure out how to politely interrupt the conversation to ask for some of it.
Instead he decided to wait, the conversation would eventually break and he could then go and find himself something to satiate his hunger. He thought that would be a better alternative to coming across as impolite with the current company.
As eager as Timaeus was to turn the conversation away from Iolanthe and Magnus, as he had no interest in entertaining whatever may be happening there, he was not pleased to see his cousin become the center of the conversation.
Timaeus internally groaned at Magnus’s mention of there not being any known marriages that Roxana could reasonably be from. Sospatria was well-known to be an only child and his other cousins were within other noble families; like the Peisistratos line. Timaeus was not keen on revealing Roxana’s status as a bastard as that would either call into question the integrity of his dead uncle or reveal the truth of Roxana’s birth. Neither of which was an option that Timaeus wanted to take with Magnus. After all, this man was crafty and it was his job to gather information on everyone that the Kotas family could use against them. Thus far, Roxana had been a well-kept secret. Her status as a bastard was known to the upper members of the Kotas family, but her origins were not as everyone assumed that she was the daughter of Amaxius.
He silently cursed himself for declaring her as his cousin openly. If he hadn’t been so stupid, he could have called her his half-sister and no one would be any the wiser that Roxana was the result of a priestess breaking her vows. It was too late for that though and now Timaeus would have to think quickly on his feet.
Putting to use the political poker face that wasn’t perfect, but hopefully, it would do, he calmly quipped back to the Master Informer, “Well, I would hardly think so given that we’re related through my mother. She’s not of noble blood, so I hardly think you would be aware of such a thing.”
As he said this, he glanced warily at his cousin, knowing full well that his words would absolutely crush her. No matter what Roxana may think, he was not blind to her desires to carry the Valaoritis name and they both knew that Timaeus was the only one who could legally make this dream of hers into a reality. Yet, here he stood, denying her Valaoritis blood in favor of placing her among his countless cousins that received nothing from being related to the Baron. His expression softened as he caught her glance, silently asking her to not throw a fit here. This was the only lie that Timaeus could think of that would discourage Magnus from looking deeper and he couldn’t let Roxana ruin it.
Though, wouldn’t it just be simpler for him to admit the truth and put her parentage in the open air before claiming her as a Valaoritis? Yes, it would be and Timaeus longed more than anything to end his cousin’s pain… but there were factors and promises at play that no one, but he understood. Naming her as a Valaoritis was simply out of the question as much as it killed both of them.
For a moment, Timaeus felt comfortable in his lie, but that changed the instant that Magnus turned to greet Princess Evras. Her presence brought an instant panic to the Baron as she was the only other person besides his brother who knew the truth in regards to his most guarded secret. To make matters worse, she had overheard what was said thus far and now was questioning him on Roxana’s parentage as well.
Great, just great, Timaeus bitterly thought to himself as he forced a warm smile onto his face and copied Magnus’s bow. The fates really have it in for me, don’t they?
“Princess Evras. It’s truly a pleasure to see you” He said as he stood up again, allowing himself a moment to gather his thoughts. Evras asking about his cousin’s status made this situation ever so slightly more fraught as lying to Magnus was one thing… but to Evras? After all, his family had done to her? It was simply out of the question. Luckily for him though, Roxana bought him a bit more time by greeting the woman in a perfectly practiced way. His mother would be beaming with joy if she could see the way Roxana shine under pressure like this.
“Yes, my lady,” Timaeus affirmed when he finally thought of something that would save the lie he had told Magnus without directly lying to the Princess, “This is my cousin, Roxana of Eubocris. My mother was thoroughly disappointed in the lack of daughters so she took Roxana into our household and taught her everything she knows.” He cast a knowing smirk in his cousin’s direction, trying to play everything off as some family joke, “And I’d have to say, she is quite an accomplished woman for her age.” Timaeus was hopeful that this small bout of praise from him may be enough to calm her for the moment. It was safer for right now to twist her true origins into that of a cousin from his mother’s side. It was the safest option, but it was only just a matter if the girl would play along.
At that moment, all he could hope for was a miracle. Some sort of distraction that would get all of them to think of things other than his cousin and her lack of noble blood.
Luckily for him, that miracle also happened to be named Maleos.
It took Timaeus a moment to recognize his friend due to all the dirt and grime he was absolutely caked in, but once he did, he couldn’t help, but let a hearty laugh escape him. “Ah, well you’re never one to avoid getting your hands dirty, are you?!” He exclaimed, momentarily forgetting who they were with as he took part in the playful brotherly banter that made up their friendship. Timaeus took a step forward to cross the space between them. However, he remembered himself and stopped short. Instead, he held his grin back and waited for the Maleos to bow properly before introducing him to the group formally.
“Princess Evras, Sir Magnus,” He said, pointing to each of them in turn, “This is Captain Maleos of the Men of the Heights, second only to me in the unit. You’ll be hard-pressed to find a better soldier in all of Colchis than him.” He grinned at his friend as he showered praise upon him in front of the princess. It was true though, Timaeus held high standards for the members of his unit and Maleos had to earn his way to his position. He did an excellent job and was a fine soldier, there was no reason that Timaeus shouldn’t be singing praises upon him.
He had to stifle another peal of laughter behind a smirk when he heard the man’s stomach growl. Clearly, Maleos had worked up an appetite today and Timaeus wasn’t keen on starving his best friend.
“Roxana,” He said, summoning his cousin’s attention. Once her gaze met his, he motioned towards the captain as he said, “Maleos is in need of refreshment.” Hopefully, for a few moments, his cousin would be distracted with attending to the man, giving Timaeus a chance to deflect any more questions about Roxana’s parentage.
Turning to the other two, he braced himself for whatever they may sling at him and he prayed to the gods that he would be able to find an answer that satisfied them while masking the truth.
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As eager as Timaeus was to turn the conversation away from Iolanthe and Magnus, as he had no interest in entertaining whatever may be happening there, he was not pleased to see his cousin become the center of the conversation.
Timaeus internally groaned at Magnus’s mention of there not being any known marriages that Roxana could reasonably be from. Sospatria was well-known to be an only child and his other cousins were within other noble families; like the Peisistratos line. Timaeus was not keen on revealing Roxana’s status as a bastard as that would either call into question the integrity of his dead uncle or reveal the truth of Roxana’s birth. Neither of which was an option that Timaeus wanted to take with Magnus. After all, this man was crafty and it was his job to gather information on everyone that the Kotas family could use against them. Thus far, Roxana had been a well-kept secret. Her status as a bastard was known to the upper members of the Kotas family, but her origins were not as everyone assumed that she was the daughter of Amaxius.
He silently cursed himself for declaring her as his cousin openly. If he hadn’t been so stupid, he could have called her his half-sister and no one would be any the wiser that Roxana was the result of a priestess breaking her vows. It was too late for that though and now Timaeus would have to think quickly on his feet.
Putting to use the political poker face that wasn’t perfect, but hopefully, it would do, he calmly quipped back to the Master Informer, “Well, I would hardly think so given that we’re related through my mother. She’s not of noble blood, so I hardly think you would be aware of such a thing.”
As he said this, he glanced warily at his cousin, knowing full well that his words would absolutely crush her. No matter what Roxana may think, he was not blind to her desires to carry the Valaoritis name and they both knew that Timaeus was the only one who could legally make this dream of hers into a reality. Yet, here he stood, denying her Valaoritis blood in favor of placing her among his countless cousins that received nothing from being related to the Baron. His expression softened as he caught her glance, silently asking her to not throw a fit here. This was the only lie that Timaeus could think of that would discourage Magnus from looking deeper and he couldn’t let Roxana ruin it.
Though, wouldn’t it just be simpler for him to admit the truth and put her parentage in the open air before claiming her as a Valaoritis? Yes, it would be and Timaeus longed more than anything to end his cousin’s pain… but there were factors and promises at play that no one, but he understood. Naming her as a Valaoritis was simply out of the question as much as it killed both of them.
For a moment, Timaeus felt comfortable in his lie, but that changed the instant that Magnus turned to greet Princess Evras. Her presence brought an instant panic to the Baron as she was the only other person besides his brother who knew the truth in regards to his most guarded secret. To make matters worse, she had overheard what was said thus far and now was questioning him on Roxana’s parentage as well.
Great, just great, Timaeus bitterly thought to himself as he forced a warm smile onto his face and copied Magnus’s bow. The fates really have it in for me, don’t they?
“Princess Evras. It’s truly a pleasure to see you” He said as he stood up again, allowing himself a moment to gather his thoughts. Evras asking about his cousin’s status made this situation ever so slightly more fraught as lying to Magnus was one thing… but to Evras? After all, his family had done to her? It was simply out of the question. Luckily for him though, Roxana bought him a bit more time by greeting the woman in a perfectly practiced way. His mother would be beaming with joy if she could see the way Roxana shine under pressure like this.
“Yes, my lady,” Timaeus affirmed when he finally thought of something that would save the lie he had told Magnus without directly lying to the Princess, “This is my cousin, Roxana of Eubocris. My mother was thoroughly disappointed in the lack of daughters so she took Roxana into our household and taught her everything she knows.” He cast a knowing smirk in his cousin’s direction, trying to play everything off as some family joke, “And I’d have to say, she is quite an accomplished woman for her age.” Timaeus was hopeful that this small bout of praise from him may be enough to calm her for the moment. It was safer for right now to twist her true origins into that of a cousin from his mother’s side. It was the safest option, but it was only just a matter if the girl would play along.
At that moment, all he could hope for was a miracle. Some sort of distraction that would get all of them to think of things other than his cousin and her lack of noble blood.
Luckily for him, that miracle also happened to be named Maleos.
It took Timaeus a moment to recognize his friend due to all the dirt and grime he was absolutely caked in, but once he did, he couldn’t help, but let a hearty laugh escape him. “Ah, well you’re never one to avoid getting your hands dirty, are you?!” He exclaimed, momentarily forgetting who they were with as he took part in the playful brotherly banter that made up their friendship. Timaeus took a step forward to cross the space between them. However, he remembered himself and stopped short. Instead, he held his grin back and waited for the Maleos to bow properly before introducing him to the group formally.
“Princess Evras, Sir Magnus,” He said, pointing to each of them in turn, “This is Captain Maleos of the Men of the Heights, second only to me in the unit. You’ll be hard-pressed to find a better soldier in all of Colchis than him.” He grinned at his friend as he showered praise upon him in front of the princess. It was true though, Timaeus held high standards for the members of his unit and Maleos had to earn his way to his position. He did an excellent job and was a fine soldier, there was no reason that Timaeus shouldn’t be singing praises upon him.
He had to stifle another peal of laughter behind a smirk when he heard the man’s stomach growl. Clearly, Maleos had worked up an appetite today and Timaeus wasn’t keen on starving his best friend.
“Roxana,” He said, summoning his cousin’s attention. Once her gaze met his, he motioned towards the captain as he said, “Maleos is in need of refreshment.” Hopefully, for a few moments, his cousin would be distracted with attending to the man, giving Timaeus a chance to deflect any more questions about Roxana’s parentage.
Turning to the other two, he braced himself for whatever they may sling at him and he prayed to the gods that he would be able to find an answer that satisfied them while masking the truth.
As eager as Timaeus was to turn the conversation away from Iolanthe and Magnus, as he had no interest in entertaining whatever may be happening there, he was not pleased to see his cousin become the center of the conversation.
Timaeus internally groaned at Magnus’s mention of there not being any known marriages that Roxana could reasonably be from. Sospatria was well-known to be an only child and his other cousins were within other noble families; like the Peisistratos line. Timaeus was not keen on revealing Roxana’s status as a bastard as that would either call into question the integrity of his dead uncle or reveal the truth of Roxana’s birth. Neither of which was an option that Timaeus wanted to take with Magnus. After all, this man was crafty and it was his job to gather information on everyone that the Kotas family could use against them. Thus far, Roxana had been a well-kept secret. Her status as a bastard was known to the upper members of the Kotas family, but her origins were not as everyone assumed that she was the daughter of Amaxius.
He silently cursed himself for declaring her as his cousin openly. If he hadn’t been so stupid, he could have called her his half-sister and no one would be any the wiser that Roxana was the result of a priestess breaking her vows. It was too late for that though and now Timaeus would have to think quickly on his feet.
Putting to use the political poker face that wasn’t perfect, but hopefully, it would do, he calmly quipped back to the Master Informer, “Well, I would hardly think so given that we’re related through my mother. She’s not of noble blood, so I hardly think you would be aware of such a thing.”
As he said this, he glanced warily at his cousin, knowing full well that his words would absolutely crush her. No matter what Roxana may think, he was not blind to her desires to carry the Valaoritis name and they both knew that Timaeus was the only one who could legally make this dream of hers into a reality. Yet, here he stood, denying her Valaoritis blood in favor of placing her among his countless cousins that received nothing from being related to the Baron. His expression softened as he caught her glance, silently asking her to not throw a fit here. This was the only lie that Timaeus could think of that would discourage Magnus from looking deeper and he couldn’t let Roxana ruin it.
Though, wouldn’t it just be simpler for him to admit the truth and put her parentage in the open air before claiming her as a Valaoritis? Yes, it would be and Timaeus longed more than anything to end his cousin’s pain… but there were factors and promises at play that no one, but he understood. Naming her as a Valaoritis was simply out of the question as much as it killed both of them.
For a moment, Timaeus felt comfortable in his lie, but that changed the instant that Magnus turned to greet Princess Evras. Her presence brought an instant panic to the Baron as she was the only other person besides his brother who knew the truth in regards to his most guarded secret. To make matters worse, she had overheard what was said thus far and now was questioning him on Roxana’s parentage as well.
Great, just great, Timaeus bitterly thought to himself as he forced a warm smile onto his face and copied Magnus’s bow. The fates really have it in for me, don’t they?
“Princess Evras. It’s truly a pleasure to see you” He said as he stood up again, allowing himself a moment to gather his thoughts. Evras asking about his cousin’s status made this situation ever so slightly more fraught as lying to Magnus was one thing… but to Evras? After all, his family had done to her? It was simply out of the question. Luckily for him though, Roxana bought him a bit more time by greeting the woman in a perfectly practiced way. His mother would be beaming with joy if she could see the way Roxana shine under pressure like this.
“Yes, my lady,” Timaeus affirmed when he finally thought of something that would save the lie he had told Magnus without directly lying to the Princess, “This is my cousin, Roxana of Eubocris. My mother was thoroughly disappointed in the lack of daughters so she took Roxana into our household and taught her everything she knows.” He cast a knowing smirk in his cousin’s direction, trying to play everything off as some family joke, “And I’d have to say, she is quite an accomplished woman for her age.” Timaeus was hopeful that this small bout of praise from him may be enough to calm her for the moment. It was safer for right now to twist her true origins into that of a cousin from his mother’s side. It was the safest option, but it was only just a matter if the girl would play along.
At that moment, all he could hope for was a miracle. Some sort of distraction that would get all of them to think of things other than his cousin and her lack of noble blood.
Luckily for him, that miracle also happened to be named Maleos.
It took Timaeus a moment to recognize his friend due to all the dirt and grime he was absolutely caked in, but once he did, he couldn’t help, but let a hearty laugh escape him. “Ah, well you’re never one to avoid getting your hands dirty, are you?!” He exclaimed, momentarily forgetting who they were with as he took part in the playful brotherly banter that made up their friendship. Timaeus took a step forward to cross the space between them. However, he remembered himself and stopped short. Instead, he held his grin back and waited for the Maleos to bow properly before introducing him to the group formally.
“Princess Evras, Sir Magnus,” He said, pointing to each of them in turn, “This is Captain Maleos of the Men of the Heights, second only to me in the unit. You’ll be hard-pressed to find a better soldier in all of Colchis than him.” He grinned at his friend as he showered praise upon him in front of the princess. It was true though, Timaeus held high standards for the members of his unit and Maleos had to earn his way to his position. He did an excellent job and was a fine soldier, there was no reason that Timaeus shouldn’t be singing praises upon him.
He had to stifle another peal of laughter behind a smirk when he heard the man’s stomach growl. Clearly, Maleos had worked up an appetite today and Timaeus wasn’t keen on starving his best friend.
“Roxana,” He said, summoning his cousin’s attention. Once her gaze met his, he motioned towards the captain as he said, “Maleos is in need of refreshment.” Hopefully, for a few moments, his cousin would be distracted with attending to the man, giving Timaeus a chance to deflect any more questions about Roxana’s parentage.
Turning to the other two, he braced himself for whatever they may sling at him and he prayed to the gods that he would be able to find an answer that satisfied them while masking the truth.
The young lady seemed uncertain, clear from the way Evras spotted her nervous look at Timaeus, but she did not choose to linger on that little detail. Instead, she offered the young lady a warm smile as a name was offered, gaze flickering to Timaeus as he picked up on the introductions. A cousin? This was news to Evras, but then again,she had a diffuclt time keeping all the names and families together. The immediate houses related to royalty was ingrained in her brain, but it was the names of the noble houses whose baronies had been given to them by royalty, that Evras struggled with.
So instead, she simply took the information offered to her with a pleasant smile, and turned her gaze back to Roxana as Timaeus ended his speech. "Is that so? Your mother must be quite proud then, Lord Timaeus." she murmured. As non-committal as her words were however, Evras's mind was turning its wheels. In truth, the princess had been looking for some extra help, especially if what she and Zanon suspected of her condition would come true, something she could confirm in the future month, but be it as it was, she needed a few more lady's maids when two more had quit earlier in the month once they had gotten married.
Watching the young cousin to Timaeus move and smile in a manner so polite and polished, she would not be faulted in a royal household... yet before Evras could make such a suggestion, someone else had decided to join their fold.
Shuffling together with Magnus aside to make way for the military officer as he joined their conversation. The princess nodded to the captain as Timaeus introduced him, her smile a pleasant one that she presented to anyone she met within the capitol of Colchis. "Ah, trained by you personally, I assume, Lord Timaeus?" Evras returned, a jest that was lighthearted in its tone, before she turned to Maleos. "Thank you, Captain Maleos, in your assistance in helping the city."
Watching as Timaeus easily had Roxana attending to the man, Evras allowed her gaze to linger on the girl, before turning to Timaeus. "I wonder, my lord... would your mother be uneager to part from Miss Roxana, Lord Timaeus?" she mused, a question that coukld be pregnant with many meanings, none of which Evras offered yet.
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The young lady seemed uncertain, clear from the way Evras spotted her nervous look at Timaeus, but she did not choose to linger on that little detail. Instead, she offered the young lady a warm smile as a name was offered, gaze flickering to Timaeus as he picked up on the introductions. A cousin? This was news to Evras, but then again,she had a diffuclt time keeping all the names and families together. The immediate houses related to royalty was ingrained in her brain, but it was the names of the noble houses whose baronies had been given to them by royalty, that Evras struggled with.
So instead, she simply took the information offered to her with a pleasant smile, and turned her gaze back to Roxana as Timaeus ended his speech. "Is that so? Your mother must be quite proud then, Lord Timaeus." she murmured. As non-committal as her words were however, Evras's mind was turning its wheels. In truth, the princess had been looking for some extra help, especially if what she and Zanon suspected of her condition would come true, something she could confirm in the future month, but be it as it was, she needed a few more lady's maids when two more had quit earlier in the month once they had gotten married.
Watching the young cousin to Timaeus move and smile in a manner so polite and polished, she would not be faulted in a royal household... yet before Evras could make such a suggestion, someone else had decided to join their fold.
Shuffling together with Magnus aside to make way for the military officer as he joined their conversation. The princess nodded to the captain as Timaeus introduced him, her smile a pleasant one that she presented to anyone she met within the capitol of Colchis. "Ah, trained by you personally, I assume, Lord Timaeus?" Evras returned, a jest that was lighthearted in its tone, before she turned to Maleos. "Thank you, Captain Maleos, in your assistance in helping the city."
Watching as Timaeus easily had Roxana attending to the man, Evras allowed her gaze to linger on the girl, before turning to Timaeus. "I wonder, my lord... would your mother be uneager to part from Miss Roxana, Lord Timaeus?" she mused, a question that coukld be pregnant with many meanings, none of which Evras offered yet.
The young lady seemed uncertain, clear from the way Evras spotted her nervous look at Timaeus, but she did not choose to linger on that little detail. Instead, she offered the young lady a warm smile as a name was offered, gaze flickering to Timaeus as he picked up on the introductions. A cousin? This was news to Evras, but then again,she had a diffuclt time keeping all the names and families together. The immediate houses related to royalty was ingrained in her brain, but it was the names of the noble houses whose baronies had been given to them by royalty, that Evras struggled with.
So instead, she simply took the information offered to her with a pleasant smile, and turned her gaze back to Roxana as Timaeus ended his speech. "Is that so? Your mother must be quite proud then, Lord Timaeus." she murmured. As non-committal as her words were however, Evras's mind was turning its wheels. In truth, the princess had been looking for some extra help, especially if what she and Zanon suspected of her condition would come true, something she could confirm in the future month, but be it as it was, she needed a few more lady's maids when two more had quit earlier in the month once they had gotten married.
Watching the young cousin to Timaeus move and smile in a manner so polite and polished, she would not be faulted in a royal household... yet before Evras could make such a suggestion, someone else had decided to join their fold.
Shuffling together with Magnus aside to make way for the military officer as he joined their conversation. The princess nodded to the captain as Timaeus introduced him, her smile a pleasant one that she presented to anyone she met within the capitol of Colchis. "Ah, trained by you personally, I assume, Lord Timaeus?" Evras returned, a jest that was lighthearted in its tone, before she turned to Maleos. "Thank you, Captain Maleos, in your assistance in helping the city."
Watching as Timaeus easily had Roxana attending to the man, Evras allowed her gaze to linger on the girl, before turning to Timaeus. "I wonder, my lord... would your mother be uneager to part from Miss Roxana, Lord Timaeus?" she mused, a question that coukld be pregnant with many meanings, none of which Evras offered yet.
The way the new girl had reacted to the introduction of herself as the cousin of Timaeus had Magnus raising his brow. His senses were sharp, intuition even stronger, and Magnus was the type who would pick up on even the smallest of one's reactions as situations changed. It was how he had become such a successful litigator, and to the position he now held in the Senate advisory council. Like a notebook in his head, Magnus could pull out any number of information on most families in Colchis, if not all, and he kept all such information close at hand, which was why he was seemingly curious when Roxana was brought up as a cousin.
But the baron had a poker face that Magnus merely frowned at, but could not make out, even as he spoke. The smile that came to his face was an easy one, but it was different from the serious look in his eyes as he responded. "I'm aware of most things happening in Colchis, Lord Timaeus, but I shall keep the fact that you're related through Lady Periella in mind. It has been awhile since I last spoke to her, so I may be mistaken, of course." his words were humble, but in his mind, questions swam just waiting to be answered.
Still, it was not the best time to go digging for information like a hound, especially not when the wife of Prince Zanon was in hearing distance, so Magnus allowed the subject to drop as the princess addressed the young lady. As he was used and trained to do, Magnus had dropped to instead hover in the background as the conversations between the nobility picked up, merely listening on the side wings. Despite the dubious backgrounds of the mysterious cousin to the Valaoritis family however, he couldn't deny the fact that Evras was unlikely to be mistaken in her choice for a lady's maid, for the girl's manners and actions were well trained... curious, for a cousin not of noble blood.
As Captain Maleos joined the fold, Magnus shuffled along with the princess to make way for the grimy captain who obviously looked proud of his work. In time with Evras thanking the captain for his work, Magnus bowed in accordance to her thanks, giving his own without an extra word uttered. It was all hands on deck right now as Midas struggled to rebuild after being battered by the anger of the Gods again and again, and Magnus could only wish that nothing else would happen for now.
As Roxana busied herself with her cousin's instructions, Magnus turned to the princess and bowed, and then did the same, with a less deep bow for both the baron and captain. "I shall take my leave for now, my princess, Lord Timaeus and Captain Maleos. I have others to see for the night, but I bid you all a good evening." With another smile, Magnus turned on his heels to leave the small band of people, intending to meet a few more people before he returned to his household to arrange matters for his trip to Arcanaes in a few days.
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The way the new girl had reacted to the introduction of herself as the cousin of Timaeus had Magnus raising his brow. His senses were sharp, intuition even stronger, and Magnus was the type who would pick up on even the smallest of one's reactions as situations changed. It was how he had become such a successful litigator, and to the position he now held in the Senate advisory council. Like a notebook in his head, Magnus could pull out any number of information on most families in Colchis, if not all, and he kept all such information close at hand, which was why he was seemingly curious when Roxana was brought up as a cousin.
But the baron had a poker face that Magnus merely frowned at, but could not make out, even as he spoke. The smile that came to his face was an easy one, but it was different from the serious look in his eyes as he responded. "I'm aware of most things happening in Colchis, Lord Timaeus, but I shall keep the fact that you're related through Lady Periella in mind. It has been awhile since I last spoke to her, so I may be mistaken, of course." his words were humble, but in his mind, questions swam just waiting to be answered.
Still, it was not the best time to go digging for information like a hound, especially not when the wife of Prince Zanon was in hearing distance, so Magnus allowed the subject to drop as the princess addressed the young lady. As he was used and trained to do, Magnus had dropped to instead hover in the background as the conversations between the nobility picked up, merely listening on the side wings. Despite the dubious backgrounds of the mysterious cousin to the Valaoritis family however, he couldn't deny the fact that Evras was unlikely to be mistaken in her choice for a lady's maid, for the girl's manners and actions were well trained... curious, for a cousin not of noble blood.
As Captain Maleos joined the fold, Magnus shuffled along with the princess to make way for the grimy captain who obviously looked proud of his work. In time with Evras thanking the captain for his work, Magnus bowed in accordance to her thanks, giving his own without an extra word uttered. It was all hands on deck right now as Midas struggled to rebuild after being battered by the anger of the Gods again and again, and Magnus could only wish that nothing else would happen for now.
As Roxana busied herself with her cousin's instructions, Magnus turned to the princess and bowed, and then did the same, with a less deep bow for both the baron and captain. "I shall take my leave for now, my princess, Lord Timaeus and Captain Maleos. I have others to see for the night, but I bid you all a good evening." With another smile, Magnus turned on his heels to leave the small band of people, intending to meet a few more people before he returned to his household to arrange matters for his trip to Arcanaes in a few days.
The way the new girl had reacted to the introduction of herself as the cousin of Timaeus had Magnus raising his brow. His senses were sharp, intuition even stronger, and Magnus was the type who would pick up on even the smallest of one's reactions as situations changed. It was how he had become such a successful litigator, and to the position he now held in the Senate advisory council. Like a notebook in his head, Magnus could pull out any number of information on most families in Colchis, if not all, and he kept all such information close at hand, which was why he was seemingly curious when Roxana was brought up as a cousin.
But the baron had a poker face that Magnus merely frowned at, but could not make out, even as he spoke. The smile that came to his face was an easy one, but it was different from the serious look in his eyes as he responded. "I'm aware of most things happening in Colchis, Lord Timaeus, but I shall keep the fact that you're related through Lady Periella in mind. It has been awhile since I last spoke to her, so I may be mistaken, of course." his words were humble, but in his mind, questions swam just waiting to be answered.
Still, it was not the best time to go digging for information like a hound, especially not when the wife of Prince Zanon was in hearing distance, so Magnus allowed the subject to drop as the princess addressed the young lady. As he was used and trained to do, Magnus had dropped to instead hover in the background as the conversations between the nobility picked up, merely listening on the side wings. Despite the dubious backgrounds of the mysterious cousin to the Valaoritis family however, he couldn't deny the fact that Evras was unlikely to be mistaken in her choice for a lady's maid, for the girl's manners and actions were well trained... curious, for a cousin not of noble blood.
As Captain Maleos joined the fold, Magnus shuffled along with the princess to make way for the grimy captain who obviously looked proud of his work. In time with Evras thanking the captain for his work, Magnus bowed in accordance to her thanks, giving his own without an extra word uttered. It was all hands on deck right now as Midas struggled to rebuild after being battered by the anger of the Gods again and again, and Magnus could only wish that nothing else would happen for now.
As Roxana busied herself with her cousin's instructions, Magnus turned to the princess and bowed, and then did the same, with a less deep bow for both the baron and captain. "I shall take my leave for now, my princess, Lord Timaeus and Captain Maleos. I have others to see for the night, but I bid you all a good evening." With another smile, Magnus turned on his heels to leave the small band of people, intending to meet a few more people before he returned to his household to arrange matters for his trip to Arcanaes in a few days.
Timaeus’s heart dropped when Magnus mentioned that he would keep the nature of how the cousins were related in mind. However, his face remained stony still, despite his racing heart. The Baron was fully aware that his lie could very easily unravel if Magnus did some research into Timaeus’s family tree. As far as the baron was aware, all of his cousins from his mother side were accounted for and even if they weren’t, the Valaoritis was notorious for not paying much mind to their common born relatives. After all, as far as the Baron had been told, the whole lot of them either believed the rumors surrounding his house or was greedy for the connections that being related to a noble house could give them. It was little surprise that Periella had long ago closed that door in order to protect the family she had made with Amaxius.
Timaeus had to hope that this was something that wouldn’t worth the trouble for Magnus.
In an effort to downplay the massive effect that Magnus’s words had, he gave the man a small nod and a simple, “Of course.” Hopefully, it would appear that Timaeus was only agreeing that Magnus was both aware of the happenings of Colchis and that he hadn’t seen the Lady in quite some time… something that he would keep from happening if he had any say in it. Especially now that there was a lie resting on top of it.
Timaeus was forced to push this aside though when Evras spoke again. The mention of his mother being proud brought Timaeus to a bit of a pause. It wasn’t something that was publicly discussed, but it was well known throughout the upper echelons of society that Periella’s mental state had not fared well in the time since the loss of her husband and eldest son. It couldn’t be avoided, not while his mother technically still held the title of Baroness while her son was unmarried. She was expected at court events just like Timaeus was. However, beyond the occasional event, Timaeus tried to keep her out of the public eye so folks wouldn’t see what the woman had become. Her grief made her distant with the children she adored and her mind wandered with her age. It hurt Timaeus more than anything to see his mother in this state and although she could be coaxed out of it some days, it was hard to do. So, knowing nowadays if she was proud was difficult. Not when very few things brought her joy like they used to.
And being proud of Roxana was a whole different matter.
The poor girl had the odds stacked against her in Periella’s eyes… or at least as far as Timaeus knew, she did. Not only was her arrival into the household a struggle for his parents to come to terms with as she symbolized the fall of Amaxius’s sister. So, there was the stigma that came with this that Periella, in particular, had to contend with as many assumed Roxana to be her husband’s bastard. Plus not to mention that the young girl, like all the Valaoritis children, were wild and resistant to becoming good little lords and ladies. Roxana, in particular, was a handful as she was the youngest out of the entire brood.
Despite this though, would his mother be proud.
Timaeus settled on the obvious answer, “Ah, yes I suppose she is.” He said in return with a small grin. He knew that on paper, it wouldn’t appear to be so and Roxana may protest the notion later behind closed doors if she overheard. However, Timaeus knew his mother and he knew how protective she was of all the Valaoritis children from Timaeus to Iolanthe and every cousin in between… including Roxana. Whether they realized it or not, growing up under his mother’s care had caused the woman to treat the girl as if she was her own. He hadn’t been lying earlier when he said that Periella had taken the girl into her care. He had just omitted how old Roxana had been when it happened.
A silence fell over the group as everyone regarded Roxana and the white lies that Timaeus had told in order to protect her true parentage. Not enjoying the fact that his story could very easily come under scrutiny, he was grateful for the distraction that Maleos provided. A chuckle resounded deep in his chest, though, when Princess Evras suggested that Timaeus had been the one who trained the captain.
“Ah, that honor isn’t mine, unfortunately.” He said with a small smirk, “Maleos joined before I was put in charge of the unit and now that I’m preoccupied with other duties, he’s taken my place. Colchis could do well with more soldiers like him.” His eyes drifted over to Maleos as he spoke loud enough for his close friend to hear the praises that Timaeus was singing of him. All of which, he fully believed. Maleos was a talented and loyal soldier, that’s why he had the rank he did as the only other captain within the military unit. Being common-born and having such responsibility was not an easy thing for a man to achieve, but as far as Timaeus was concerned the man had earned the prestige a dozen times over.
It was then that Magnus decided to take his leave, leaving the group with a small bow that Timaeus returned with a slight nod of his head. Little did the baron know that the “other things” that Magnus had spoken of were his plans in preparing to visit his cousin in Arcanaes, right under the baron’s nose. It was a good thing that Timaeus was kept unaware though. He never would have allowed for such a thing, rightly believing that his interest in Iolanthe extended just as far as the barony’s border. It was men like Magnus, who were so blatantly power-hungry that truly disgusted Timaeus. He had no intention of giving Io to any man that did not prove to him that they actually cared for his cousin first and Peisistratos second. Thus far, Magnus had failed to do that in Timaeus’s eyes… which was also a good thing as the best proof that the couple had at the moment would probably lead to Magnus losing his head if Io’s overprotective cousin learned about the true nature of their relationship.
Timaeus’s eyes followed the man as he left before he was pulled back to Evras by a simple question from the princess. What did Evras mean by asking if his mother would be unwilling to part with Roxana? That was the kind of question that could have quite a few meanings and the answer changed with every single one.
He glanced at the princess with a puzzled expression, curious as to what she was thinking, “I’d suppose not.” He said in a lower tone as his eyes flickered back to Roxana and Maleos nearby. His voice was quiet enough for them not to hear the conversation occurring between the noble folk just a few feet away, “Forgive me, but is there a particular reason why?” He asked plainly with one eyebrow raised. Timaeus was not skilled with subtlety and would clearly need whatever the Princess was thinking spelled out for him.
Though it really didn’t matter, did it? It was clear that Evras had some sort of plan forming in her mind for the young bastard girl and Timaeus was hardly in any sort of position to say no… especially not when the Princess knew the truth of his darkest secret.
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Timaeus’s heart dropped when Magnus mentioned that he would keep the nature of how the cousins were related in mind. However, his face remained stony still, despite his racing heart. The Baron was fully aware that his lie could very easily unravel if Magnus did some research into Timaeus’s family tree. As far as the baron was aware, all of his cousins from his mother side were accounted for and even if they weren’t, the Valaoritis was notorious for not paying much mind to their common born relatives. After all, as far as the Baron had been told, the whole lot of them either believed the rumors surrounding his house or was greedy for the connections that being related to a noble house could give them. It was little surprise that Periella had long ago closed that door in order to protect the family she had made with Amaxius.
Timaeus had to hope that this was something that wouldn’t worth the trouble for Magnus.
In an effort to downplay the massive effect that Magnus’s words had, he gave the man a small nod and a simple, “Of course.” Hopefully, it would appear that Timaeus was only agreeing that Magnus was both aware of the happenings of Colchis and that he hadn’t seen the Lady in quite some time… something that he would keep from happening if he had any say in it. Especially now that there was a lie resting on top of it.
Timaeus was forced to push this aside though when Evras spoke again. The mention of his mother being proud brought Timaeus to a bit of a pause. It wasn’t something that was publicly discussed, but it was well known throughout the upper echelons of society that Periella’s mental state had not fared well in the time since the loss of her husband and eldest son. It couldn’t be avoided, not while his mother technically still held the title of Baroness while her son was unmarried. She was expected at court events just like Timaeus was. However, beyond the occasional event, Timaeus tried to keep her out of the public eye so folks wouldn’t see what the woman had become. Her grief made her distant with the children she adored and her mind wandered with her age. It hurt Timaeus more than anything to see his mother in this state and although she could be coaxed out of it some days, it was hard to do. So, knowing nowadays if she was proud was difficult. Not when very few things brought her joy like they used to.
And being proud of Roxana was a whole different matter.
The poor girl had the odds stacked against her in Periella’s eyes… or at least as far as Timaeus knew, she did. Not only was her arrival into the household a struggle for his parents to come to terms with as she symbolized the fall of Amaxius’s sister. So, there was the stigma that came with this that Periella, in particular, had to contend with as many assumed Roxana to be her husband’s bastard. Plus not to mention that the young girl, like all the Valaoritis children, were wild and resistant to becoming good little lords and ladies. Roxana, in particular, was a handful as she was the youngest out of the entire brood.
Despite this though, would his mother be proud.
Timaeus settled on the obvious answer, “Ah, yes I suppose she is.” He said in return with a small grin. He knew that on paper, it wouldn’t appear to be so and Roxana may protest the notion later behind closed doors if she overheard. However, Timaeus knew his mother and he knew how protective she was of all the Valaoritis children from Timaeus to Iolanthe and every cousin in between… including Roxana. Whether they realized it or not, growing up under his mother’s care had caused the woman to treat the girl as if she was her own. He hadn’t been lying earlier when he said that Periella had taken the girl into her care. He had just omitted how old Roxana had been when it happened.
A silence fell over the group as everyone regarded Roxana and the white lies that Timaeus had told in order to protect her true parentage. Not enjoying the fact that his story could very easily come under scrutiny, he was grateful for the distraction that Maleos provided. A chuckle resounded deep in his chest, though, when Princess Evras suggested that Timaeus had been the one who trained the captain.
“Ah, that honor isn’t mine, unfortunately.” He said with a small smirk, “Maleos joined before I was put in charge of the unit and now that I’m preoccupied with other duties, he’s taken my place. Colchis could do well with more soldiers like him.” His eyes drifted over to Maleos as he spoke loud enough for his close friend to hear the praises that Timaeus was singing of him. All of which, he fully believed. Maleos was a talented and loyal soldier, that’s why he had the rank he did as the only other captain within the military unit. Being common-born and having such responsibility was not an easy thing for a man to achieve, but as far as Timaeus was concerned the man had earned the prestige a dozen times over.
It was then that Magnus decided to take his leave, leaving the group with a small bow that Timaeus returned with a slight nod of his head. Little did the baron know that the “other things” that Magnus had spoken of were his plans in preparing to visit his cousin in Arcanaes, right under the baron’s nose. It was a good thing that Timaeus was kept unaware though. He never would have allowed for such a thing, rightly believing that his interest in Iolanthe extended just as far as the barony’s border. It was men like Magnus, who were so blatantly power-hungry that truly disgusted Timaeus. He had no intention of giving Io to any man that did not prove to him that they actually cared for his cousin first and Peisistratos second. Thus far, Magnus had failed to do that in Timaeus’s eyes… which was also a good thing as the best proof that the couple had at the moment would probably lead to Magnus losing his head if Io’s overprotective cousin learned about the true nature of their relationship.
Timaeus’s eyes followed the man as he left before he was pulled back to Evras by a simple question from the princess. What did Evras mean by asking if his mother would be unwilling to part with Roxana? That was the kind of question that could have quite a few meanings and the answer changed with every single one.
He glanced at the princess with a puzzled expression, curious as to what she was thinking, “I’d suppose not.” He said in a lower tone as his eyes flickered back to Roxana and Maleos nearby. His voice was quiet enough for them not to hear the conversation occurring between the noble folk just a few feet away, “Forgive me, but is there a particular reason why?” He asked plainly with one eyebrow raised. Timaeus was not skilled with subtlety and would clearly need whatever the Princess was thinking spelled out for him.
Though it really didn’t matter, did it? It was clear that Evras had some sort of plan forming in her mind for the young bastard girl and Timaeus was hardly in any sort of position to say no… especially not when the Princess knew the truth of his darkest secret.
Timaeus’s heart dropped when Magnus mentioned that he would keep the nature of how the cousins were related in mind. However, his face remained stony still, despite his racing heart. The Baron was fully aware that his lie could very easily unravel if Magnus did some research into Timaeus’s family tree. As far as the baron was aware, all of his cousins from his mother side were accounted for and even if they weren’t, the Valaoritis was notorious for not paying much mind to their common born relatives. After all, as far as the Baron had been told, the whole lot of them either believed the rumors surrounding his house or was greedy for the connections that being related to a noble house could give them. It was little surprise that Periella had long ago closed that door in order to protect the family she had made with Amaxius.
Timaeus had to hope that this was something that wouldn’t worth the trouble for Magnus.
In an effort to downplay the massive effect that Magnus’s words had, he gave the man a small nod and a simple, “Of course.” Hopefully, it would appear that Timaeus was only agreeing that Magnus was both aware of the happenings of Colchis and that he hadn’t seen the Lady in quite some time… something that he would keep from happening if he had any say in it. Especially now that there was a lie resting on top of it.
Timaeus was forced to push this aside though when Evras spoke again. The mention of his mother being proud brought Timaeus to a bit of a pause. It wasn’t something that was publicly discussed, but it was well known throughout the upper echelons of society that Periella’s mental state had not fared well in the time since the loss of her husband and eldest son. It couldn’t be avoided, not while his mother technically still held the title of Baroness while her son was unmarried. She was expected at court events just like Timaeus was. However, beyond the occasional event, Timaeus tried to keep her out of the public eye so folks wouldn’t see what the woman had become. Her grief made her distant with the children she adored and her mind wandered with her age. It hurt Timaeus more than anything to see his mother in this state and although she could be coaxed out of it some days, it was hard to do. So, knowing nowadays if she was proud was difficult. Not when very few things brought her joy like they used to.
And being proud of Roxana was a whole different matter.
The poor girl had the odds stacked against her in Periella’s eyes… or at least as far as Timaeus knew, she did. Not only was her arrival into the household a struggle for his parents to come to terms with as she symbolized the fall of Amaxius’s sister. So, there was the stigma that came with this that Periella, in particular, had to contend with as many assumed Roxana to be her husband’s bastard. Plus not to mention that the young girl, like all the Valaoritis children, were wild and resistant to becoming good little lords and ladies. Roxana, in particular, was a handful as she was the youngest out of the entire brood.
Despite this though, would his mother be proud.
Timaeus settled on the obvious answer, “Ah, yes I suppose she is.” He said in return with a small grin. He knew that on paper, it wouldn’t appear to be so and Roxana may protest the notion later behind closed doors if she overheard. However, Timaeus knew his mother and he knew how protective she was of all the Valaoritis children from Timaeus to Iolanthe and every cousin in between… including Roxana. Whether they realized it or not, growing up under his mother’s care had caused the woman to treat the girl as if she was her own. He hadn’t been lying earlier when he said that Periella had taken the girl into her care. He had just omitted how old Roxana had been when it happened.
A silence fell over the group as everyone regarded Roxana and the white lies that Timaeus had told in order to protect her true parentage. Not enjoying the fact that his story could very easily come under scrutiny, he was grateful for the distraction that Maleos provided. A chuckle resounded deep in his chest, though, when Princess Evras suggested that Timaeus had been the one who trained the captain.
“Ah, that honor isn’t mine, unfortunately.” He said with a small smirk, “Maleos joined before I was put in charge of the unit and now that I’m preoccupied with other duties, he’s taken my place. Colchis could do well with more soldiers like him.” His eyes drifted over to Maleos as he spoke loud enough for his close friend to hear the praises that Timaeus was singing of him. All of which, he fully believed. Maleos was a talented and loyal soldier, that’s why he had the rank he did as the only other captain within the military unit. Being common-born and having such responsibility was not an easy thing for a man to achieve, but as far as Timaeus was concerned the man had earned the prestige a dozen times over.
It was then that Magnus decided to take his leave, leaving the group with a small bow that Timaeus returned with a slight nod of his head. Little did the baron know that the “other things” that Magnus had spoken of were his plans in preparing to visit his cousin in Arcanaes, right under the baron’s nose. It was a good thing that Timaeus was kept unaware though. He never would have allowed for such a thing, rightly believing that his interest in Iolanthe extended just as far as the barony’s border. It was men like Magnus, who were so blatantly power-hungry that truly disgusted Timaeus. He had no intention of giving Io to any man that did not prove to him that they actually cared for his cousin first and Peisistratos second. Thus far, Magnus had failed to do that in Timaeus’s eyes… which was also a good thing as the best proof that the couple had at the moment would probably lead to Magnus losing his head if Io’s overprotective cousin learned about the true nature of their relationship.
Timaeus’s eyes followed the man as he left before he was pulled back to Evras by a simple question from the princess. What did Evras mean by asking if his mother would be unwilling to part with Roxana? That was the kind of question that could have quite a few meanings and the answer changed with every single one.
He glanced at the princess with a puzzled expression, curious as to what she was thinking, “I’d suppose not.” He said in a lower tone as his eyes flickered back to Roxana and Maleos nearby. His voice was quiet enough for them not to hear the conversation occurring between the noble folk just a few feet away, “Forgive me, but is there a particular reason why?” He asked plainly with one eyebrow raised. Timaeus was not skilled with subtlety and would clearly need whatever the Princess was thinking spelled out for him.
Though it really didn’t matter, did it? It was clear that Evras had some sort of plan forming in her mind for the young bastard girl and Timaeus was hardly in any sort of position to say no… especially not when the Princess knew the truth of his darkest secret.
Evras tilted her head in response to Magnus's leave, but returned her focus to Timaeus quickly as the soldier and general of Eubocris responded to her observational statements. She was not lying, for Roxana was an exceptionally finely trained women, at least to Evras's eye, and whatever that needed to be learned, the princess had a bevy of servants in the Kotas manor ready to train her. In no time at all, the cousin to the Valaoritis family would easily be a stellar lady's maid to Evras.
Watching as Timaeus's expression turned puzzled, Evras's gaze slid back to Roxana to observe for a little, allowing the silence to linger before she answered. "There is, actually." she murmured. Only then, did Evras shifted in her position to stand and face Timaeus directly. Her red lips were curled in a pleasant smile as she addressed the baron, before the girl's return to earshot.
"I find myself in need of a new lady's maid, one who would accompany to court sessions, and one who would be my companion as days become... busier." As to why her days would become busier, that Evras did not expound upon, for such matters was between herself and her husband until they deemed fit for the rest of Colchis to find out. Instead, she allowed whatever idea Timaeus would have to take hold, before continuing. "For that, my lady's maid would have to be learned in ways to conduct herself in the audience of nobility, but also know of when to acquiesce to instructions, and speak only when spoken to. I see that in your cousin, Lord Timaeus."
Turning her blue-green gaze to smile at Roxana, she gave the girl a last once over, before back to Timaeus. "Would your mother mind very much, if I were to hire your cousin myself, then? She would of course, be full-time in my residences."
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Evras tilted her head in response to Magnus's leave, but returned her focus to Timaeus quickly as the soldier and general of Eubocris responded to her observational statements. She was not lying, for Roxana was an exceptionally finely trained women, at least to Evras's eye, and whatever that needed to be learned, the princess had a bevy of servants in the Kotas manor ready to train her. In no time at all, the cousin to the Valaoritis family would easily be a stellar lady's maid to Evras.
Watching as Timaeus's expression turned puzzled, Evras's gaze slid back to Roxana to observe for a little, allowing the silence to linger before she answered. "There is, actually." she murmured. Only then, did Evras shifted in her position to stand and face Timaeus directly. Her red lips were curled in a pleasant smile as she addressed the baron, before the girl's return to earshot.
"I find myself in need of a new lady's maid, one who would accompany to court sessions, and one who would be my companion as days become... busier." As to why her days would become busier, that Evras did not expound upon, for such matters was between herself and her husband until they deemed fit for the rest of Colchis to find out. Instead, she allowed whatever idea Timaeus would have to take hold, before continuing. "For that, my lady's maid would have to be learned in ways to conduct herself in the audience of nobility, but also know of when to acquiesce to instructions, and speak only when spoken to. I see that in your cousin, Lord Timaeus."
Turning her blue-green gaze to smile at Roxana, she gave the girl a last once over, before back to Timaeus. "Would your mother mind very much, if I were to hire your cousin myself, then? She would of course, be full-time in my residences."
Evras tilted her head in response to Magnus's leave, but returned her focus to Timaeus quickly as the soldier and general of Eubocris responded to her observational statements. She was not lying, for Roxana was an exceptionally finely trained women, at least to Evras's eye, and whatever that needed to be learned, the princess had a bevy of servants in the Kotas manor ready to train her. In no time at all, the cousin to the Valaoritis family would easily be a stellar lady's maid to Evras.
Watching as Timaeus's expression turned puzzled, Evras's gaze slid back to Roxana to observe for a little, allowing the silence to linger before she answered. "There is, actually." she murmured. Only then, did Evras shifted in her position to stand and face Timaeus directly. Her red lips were curled in a pleasant smile as she addressed the baron, before the girl's return to earshot.
"I find myself in need of a new lady's maid, one who would accompany to court sessions, and one who would be my companion as days become... busier." As to why her days would become busier, that Evras did not expound upon, for such matters was between herself and her husband until they deemed fit for the rest of Colchis to find out. Instead, she allowed whatever idea Timaeus would have to take hold, before continuing. "For that, my lady's maid would have to be learned in ways to conduct herself in the audience of nobility, but also know of when to acquiesce to instructions, and speak only when spoken to. I see that in your cousin, Lord Timaeus."
Turning her blue-green gaze to smile at Roxana, she gave the girl a last once over, before back to Timaeus. "Would your mother mind very much, if I were to hire your cousin myself, then? She would of course, be full-time in my residences."