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They had expected to return home far later, at least a week more to help Selene in preparing for her wedding, but when Evelli found her daughter alone, quiet and unwilling to speak much, the woman had hasten the trip home, and left almost a day or two after the men of Colchis had departed. Unluckily for them though, the weather had been unkind, and it was as if Poseidon himself disagreed with their departure, that Evelli had spent much of her time within her own quarters getting very well acquainted with a bucket as the ships tossed and turned.
After three days, today had been the first day the weather was fine enough for a stroll, as the sun came out and helped in drying the soaked deck. Her morning had been spent in conversation with the usual bucket of undigested food, but after which Evelli had visited both Olympia and Nana, spent some time with them both, before finally heading to the cabin in the furthest corner from the rest of their quarters. A quick question to the ship's crew had been enough to tell Evelli no one had seen hide nor hair of her blonde daughter, and that her food had been mostly untouched only worried Evelli more.
So Evelli had went to the kitchens, and armed with a tray of cured meat, an apple, hardbread with butter and some boiled potatoes, she balanced the food items on it and then gingerly knocked upon the door, with a soft "Selene?" murmured so her daughter would know it was her, before waiting for her to be allowed entrance. The young lady's emotions were fraught, and while Evelli had a suspicion it had something to do with her supposed groom, she had held off asking for long enough. Now that they were days from arriving home, Evelli intended to get soem answers, and make sure she did not bring home a decaying form of her daughter.
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They had expected to return home far later, at least a week more to help Selene in preparing for her wedding, but when Evelli found her daughter alone, quiet and unwilling to speak much, the woman had hasten the trip home, and left almost a day or two after the men of Colchis had departed. Unluckily for them though, the weather had been unkind, and it was as if Poseidon himself disagreed with their departure, that Evelli had spent much of her time within her own quarters getting very well acquainted with a bucket as the ships tossed and turned.
After three days, today had been the first day the weather was fine enough for a stroll, as the sun came out and helped in drying the soaked deck. Her morning had been spent in conversation with the usual bucket of undigested food, but after which Evelli had visited both Olympia and Nana, spent some time with them both, before finally heading to the cabin in the furthest corner from the rest of their quarters. A quick question to the ship's crew had been enough to tell Evelli no one had seen hide nor hair of her blonde daughter, and that her food had been mostly untouched only worried Evelli more.
So Evelli had went to the kitchens, and armed with a tray of cured meat, an apple, hardbread with butter and some boiled potatoes, she balanced the food items on it and then gingerly knocked upon the door, with a soft "Selene?" murmured so her daughter would know it was her, before waiting for her to be allowed entrance. The young lady's emotions were fraught, and while Evelli had a suspicion it had something to do with her supposed groom, she had held off asking for long enough. Now that they were days from arriving home, Evelli intended to get soem answers, and make sure she did not bring home a decaying form of her daughter.
They had expected to return home far later, at least a week more to help Selene in preparing for her wedding, but when Evelli found her daughter alone, quiet and unwilling to speak much, the woman had hasten the trip home, and left almost a day or two after the men of Colchis had departed. Unluckily for them though, the weather had been unkind, and it was as if Poseidon himself disagreed with their departure, that Evelli had spent much of her time within her own quarters getting very well acquainted with a bucket as the ships tossed and turned.
After three days, today had been the first day the weather was fine enough for a stroll, as the sun came out and helped in drying the soaked deck. Her morning had been spent in conversation with the usual bucket of undigested food, but after which Evelli had visited both Olympia and Nana, spent some time with them both, before finally heading to the cabin in the furthest corner from the rest of their quarters. A quick question to the ship's crew had been enough to tell Evelli no one had seen hide nor hair of her blonde daughter, and that her food had been mostly untouched only worried Evelli more.
So Evelli had went to the kitchens, and armed with a tray of cured meat, an apple, hardbread with butter and some boiled potatoes, she balanced the food items on it and then gingerly knocked upon the door, with a soft "Selene?" murmured so her daughter would know it was her, before waiting for her to be allowed entrance. The young lady's emotions were fraught, and while Evelli had a suspicion it had something to do with her supposed groom, she had held off asking for long enough. Now that they were days from arriving home, Evelli intended to get soem answers, and make sure she did not bring home a decaying form of her daughter.
The joy was ripped away from her, and she was trying her best to keep herself together long enough to fall apart in her private moments. Selene had come back to the Leventi manor from her stay at the Kotas house with little fanfare, only telling her mother that she would be coming home with them when they were ready. Other than that, she didn’t say much to her family. There was still the need to process it all, to be able to put the Kotas family far from her mind before she could really share what had come to pass that brought her back.
There was still a little bit of despair eating away at her core, one that kept her in the small room below deck which she called her own. She had little desire to do much of anything, which was far different from her mourning of the loss of Zacharias. But she didn’t get to say goodbye to him, didn’t even get the confirmation of engagement before he was killed. With Vangelis, she found herself loving him so deeply that she hadn’t pictured what life would be like with anyone else. That was a reality she was trying to come to terms with, and it was harder to do.
It didn’t help that his himation covered her like a shield from the world.
She had taken to dressing simply, warm chitons and himation usually covered by the one he’d loaned her that she had come to keep for herself. The last time she was on a ship like this, she had begged his forgiveness in her selfish act, and he had offered it to her as a peace offering. And she never gave it back. Today, in the warmth of the late morning, she had laid it on the foot of the bed. Hair braided neatly against the back of her head, Selene looked like nothing was the matter. But the dark colors around her eyes were the only sign of the lack of sleep she’d been getting.
And the little statue was packed away, so not to break in the waves.
She was in the corner, a pale pink chiton on her lap with needle and thread in hand. And yet, her hands were not moving, no additional work done to the stitching along the hem. When the knocking on the door finally broke through her fog, she looked down, then up again. What time was it? How long had she been trying to create the same little swirl for this dress. With a soft sigh, she called out for whoever it was to enter. She’d been in such a daze that she hadn’t realized it was her mother until her dark head was poking into view that her back straightened. ”Mama.”
Could she fool her into thinking that she was okay? ”Is everything alright?” She asked, concerned that something was amiss.
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The joy was ripped away from her, and she was trying her best to keep herself together long enough to fall apart in her private moments. Selene had come back to the Leventi manor from her stay at the Kotas house with little fanfare, only telling her mother that she would be coming home with them when they were ready. Other than that, she didn’t say much to her family. There was still the need to process it all, to be able to put the Kotas family far from her mind before she could really share what had come to pass that brought her back.
There was still a little bit of despair eating away at her core, one that kept her in the small room below deck which she called her own. She had little desire to do much of anything, which was far different from her mourning of the loss of Zacharias. But she didn’t get to say goodbye to him, didn’t even get the confirmation of engagement before he was killed. With Vangelis, she found herself loving him so deeply that she hadn’t pictured what life would be like with anyone else. That was a reality she was trying to come to terms with, and it was harder to do.
It didn’t help that his himation covered her like a shield from the world.
She had taken to dressing simply, warm chitons and himation usually covered by the one he’d loaned her that she had come to keep for herself. The last time she was on a ship like this, she had begged his forgiveness in her selfish act, and he had offered it to her as a peace offering. And she never gave it back. Today, in the warmth of the late morning, she had laid it on the foot of the bed. Hair braided neatly against the back of her head, Selene looked like nothing was the matter. But the dark colors around her eyes were the only sign of the lack of sleep she’d been getting.
And the little statue was packed away, so not to break in the waves.
She was in the corner, a pale pink chiton on her lap with needle and thread in hand. And yet, her hands were not moving, no additional work done to the stitching along the hem. When the knocking on the door finally broke through her fog, she looked down, then up again. What time was it? How long had she been trying to create the same little swirl for this dress. With a soft sigh, she called out for whoever it was to enter. She’d been in such a daze that she hadn’t realized it was her mother until her dark head was poking into view that her back straightened. ”Mama.”
Could she fool her into thinking that she was okay? ”Is everything alright?” She asked, concerned that something was amiss.
The joy was ripped away from her, and she was trying her best to keep herself together long enough to fall apart in her private moments. Selene had come back to the Leventi manor from her stay at the Kotas house with little fanfare, only telling her mother that she would be coming home with them when they were ready. Other than that, she didn’t say much to her family. There was still the need to process it all, to be able to put the Kotas family far from her mind before she could really share what had come to pass that brought her back.
There was still a little bit of despair eating away at her core, one that kept her in the small room below deck which she called her own. She had little desire to do much of anything, which was far different from her mourning of the loss of Zacharias. But she didn’t get to say goodbye to him, didn’t even get the confirmation of engagement before he was killed. With Vangelis, she found herself loving him so deeply that she hadn’t pictured what life would be like with anyone else. That was a reality she was trying to come to terms with, and it was harder to do.
It didn’t help that his himation covered her like a shield from the world.
She had taken to dressing simply, warm chitons and himation usually covered by the one he’d loaned her that she had come to keep for herself. The last time she was on a ship like this, she had begged his forgiveness in her selfish act, and he had offered it to her as a peace offering. And she never gave it back. Today, in the warmth of the late morning, she had laid it on the foot of the bed. Hair braided neatly against the back of her head, Selene looked like nothing was the matter. But the dark colors around her eyes were the only sign of the lack of sleep she’d been getting.
And the little statue was packed away, so not to break in the waves.
She was in the corner, a pale pink chiton on her lap with needle and thread in hand. And yet, her hands were not moving, no additional work done to the stitching along the hem. When the knocking on the door finally broke through her fog, she looked down, then up again. What time was it? How long had she been trying to create the same little swirl for this dress. With a soft sigh, she called out for whoever it was to enter. She’d been in such a daze that she hadn’t realized it was her mother until her dark head was poking into view that her back straightened. ”Mama.”
Could she fool her into thinking that she was okay? ”Is everything alright?” She asked, concerned that something was amiss.
Hearing Selene's voice calling for her to enter, only then did Evelli gingerly balanced the tray on one hand, whilst she pushed the door open to gently poke her head in, her eyes lingering until she found the figure of Selene in a corner, with what appeared to be stitching in her hand. "Everything's just fine, Selene." she murmured in reply, fully entering and carefully closing the door behind her, before approaching the girl.
Sliding the tray on to a nearby table that was screwed down to the floor, Evelli walked over to take a look at the pile of pale pink fabric on Selene's lap, offering her daughter a soft smile, as she murmured. "I feel like I should be asking you that though. Have you eaten lately?" she asked, taking in the dark colors' around the usual pale complexion of Selene. It wasn't hard to notice and come to the conclusion on where the dark colors come from.
Taking a seat, she gingerly took the fabric and thread pile away from her firstborn, before taking Selene's hand in hers and giving it a light squeeze. She probably had her own reason why she did not wish to speak to her of what had happened before they had left, but Evelli needed to know. Selene had always come off to her as a strong character. Even when Zacharias's death had occured, it took little time before she jumped right back into it, almost as if her almost-fiance hadn't passed on and left her whole future in the limbo.
What exactly had happened? Allowing the silence to stretch, it wasn't hard to see that Evelli was concerned for her daughter, but now she saw a need to vocalize it, because it was obvious Selene was trying to avoid the subject. As such, the mom used a very gentle, soothing tone as she asked, "Sweetheart, what happened?" It was a question that was simple, but held a wealth of meaning. What had made her decide to return to Taengea? Why had they halted wedding planning? What had occured between her and her intended groom? Evelli wanted to know, not because she was poking her nose in, but the mother was genuinely concerned and it showed in her eyes.
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Hearing Selene's voice calling for her to enter, only then did Evelli gingerly balanced the tray on one hand, whilst she pushed the door open to gently poke her head in, her eyes lingering until she found the figure of Selene in a corner, with what appeared to be stitching in her hand. "Everything's just fine, Selene." she murmured in reply, fully entering and carefully closing the door behind her, before approaching the girl.
Sliding the tray on to a nearby table that was screwed down to the floor, Evelli walked over to take a look at the pile of pale pink fabric on Selene's lap, offering her daughter a soft smile, as she murmured. "I feel like I should be asking you that though. Have you eaten lately?" she asked, taking in the dark colors' around the usual pale complexion of Selene. It wasn't hard to notice and come to the conclusion on where the dark colors come from.
Taking a seat, she gingerly took the fabric and thread pile away from her firstborn, before taking Selene's hand in hers and giving it a light squeeze. She probably had her own reason why she did not wish to speak to her of what had happened before they had left, but Evelli needed to know. Selene had always come off to her as a strong character. Even when Zacharias's death had occured, it took little time before she jumped right back into it, almost as if her almost-fiance hadn't passed on and left her whole future in the limbo.
What exactly had happened? Allowing the silence to stretch, it wasn't hard to see that Evelli was concerned for her daughter, but now she saw a need to vocalize it, because it was obvious Selene was trying to avoid the subject. As such, the mom used a very gentle, soothing tone as she asked, "Sweetheart, what happened?" It was a question that was simple, but held a wealth of meaning. What had made her decide to return to Taengea? Why had they halted wedding planning? What had occured between her and her intended groom? Evelli wanted to know, not because she was poking her nose in, but the mother was genuinely concerned and it showed in her eyes.
Hearing Selene's voice calling for her to enter, only then did Evelli gingerly balanced the tray on one hand, whilst she pushed the door open to gently poke her head in, her eyes lingering until she found the figure of Selene in a corner, with what appeared to be stitching in her hand. "Everything's just fine, Selene." she murmured in reply, fully entering and carefully closing the door behind her, before approaching the girl.
Sliding the tray on to a nearby table that was screwed down to the floor, Evelli walked over to take a look at the pile of pale pink fabric on Selene's lap, offering her daughter a soft smile, as she murmured. "I feel like I should be asking you that though. Have you eaten lately?" she asked, taking in the dark colors' around the usual pale complexion of Selene. It wasn't hard to notice and come to the conclusion on where the dark colors come from.
Taking a seat, she gingerly took the fabric and thread pile away from her firstborn, before taking Selene's hand in hers and giving it a light squeeze. She probably had her own reason why she did not wish to speak to her of what had happened before they had left, but Evelli needed to know. Selene had always come off to her as a strong character. Even when Zacharias's death had occured, it took little time before she jumped right back into it, almost as if her almost-fiance hadn't passed on and left her whole future in the limbo.
What exactly had happened? Allowing the silence to stretch, it wasn't hard to see that Evelli was concerned for her daughter, but now she saw a need to vocalize it, because it was obvious Selene was trying to avoid the subject. As such, the mom used a very gentle, soothing tone as she asked, "Sweetheart, what happened?" It was a question that was simple, but held a wealth of meaning. What had made her decide to return to Taengea? Why had they halted wedding planning? What had occured between her and her intended groom? Evelli wanted to know, not because she was poking her nose in, but the mother was genuinely concerned and it showed in her eyes.
There was a concern for her mother and her health, knowing how hard the journey over had been and how long it was taking her to recover from the seasickness. The Leventi’s spent far too much time at sea between their two homes that it seemed silly for the matron of their family to be affected by it at all. And yet, Evelli’s complexion was slightly green. And Selene’s own was fairly pale-- what a pair they made.
Her stomach turned slightly at the sight of food, but if her mother was bringing a tray, it must have been common knowledge that she wasn’t eating what was being provided for her. So her mother had decided to provide something that she couldn’t turn down-- the watchful eye only she had. There was no one else, save for her father, who could have made her find the desire to eat the food that was being provided to her now. And still, as it was set down close by, she couldn’t reach out and take anything from it. The fresh fruit would only last another day or two, and she should have made the best of it before everything was pickled or salted.
Her fingers itched as her mother pulled the fabric from her hands, the only excuse she had for not pulling a slice of apple and cheese off the plate. There was a quiet desire for it, but it was quickly forgotten the moment her mother sought out an explanation. Could she brace herself for the disappointed look she was bound to get? Would her mother comment on how it shouldn’t have put an end to things? And what would she tell her husband of it?
Her heart dropped back to the floor of the ship as she swallowed down the sorrow that overwhelmed her. Could she do this? Did she have a choice?
”Vangelis has impregnated the Lady Thea of Thanasi.” Did her voice sound as low and hollow as it felt? She sighed, knowing that it seemed far worse than it truly was. ”It happened while he was King, before he had decided to ask for my hand. But she is with child, and there is no doubt that it is his.” She didn’t even realize her mother’s hand was in her own until she was squeezing it tightly, as if she needed to pull from her strength to get the words out.
She could not break in front of her mother. That moment would be saved for as soon as she left, for saying it still ripped her apart, like the fine seams she was sewing in the dress now discarded on the floor.
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There was a concern for her mother and her health, knowing how hard the journey over had been and how long it was taking her to recover from the seasickness. The Leventi’s spent far too much time at sea between their two homes that it seemed silly for the matron of their family to be affected by it at all. And yet, Evelli’s complexion was slightly green. And Selene’s own was fairly pale-- what a pair they made.
Her stomach turned slightly at the sight of food, but if her mother was bringing a tray, it must have been common knowledge that she wasn’t eating what was being provided for her. So her mother had decided to provide something that she couldn’t turn down-- the watchful eye only she had. There was no one else, save for her father, who could have made her find the desire to eat the food that was being provided to her now. And still, as it was set down close by, she couldn’t reach out and take anything from it. The fresh fruit would only last another day or two, and she should have made the best of it before everything was pickled or salted.
Her fingers itched as her mother pulled the fabric from her hands, the only excuse she had for not pulling a slice of apple and cheese off the plate. There was a quiet desire for it, but it was quickly forgotten the moment her mother sought out an explanation. Could she brace herself for the disappointed look she was bound to get? Would her mother comment on how it shouldn’t have put an end to things? And what would she tell her husband of it?
Her heart dropped back to the floor of the ship as she swallowed down the sorrow that overwhelmed her. Could she do this? Did she have a choice?
”Vangelis has impregnated the Lady Thea of Thanasi.” Did her voice sound as low and hollow as it felt? She sighed, knowing that it seemed far worse than it truly was. ”It happened while he was King, before he had decided to ask for my hand. But she is with child, and there is no doubt that it is his.” She didn’t even realize her mother’s hand was in her own until she was squeezing it tightly, as if she needed to pull from her strength to get the words out.
She could not break in front of her mother. That moment would be saved for as soon as she left, for saying it still ripped her apart, like the fine seams she was sewing in the dress now discarded on the floor.
There was a concern for her mother and her health, knowing how hard the journey over had been and how long it was taking her to recover from the seasickness. The Leventi’s spent far too much time at sea between their two homes that it seemed silly for the matron of their family to be affected by it at all. And yet, Evelli’s complexion was slightly green. And Selene’s own was fairly pale-- what a pair they made.
Her stomach turned slightly at the sight of food, but if her mother was bringing a tray, it must have been common knowledge that she wasn’t eating what was being provided for her. So her mother had decided to provide something that she couldn’t turn down-- the watchful eye only she had. There was no one else, save for her father, who could have made her find the desire to eat the food that was being provided to her now. And still, as it was set down close by, she couldn’t reach out and take anything from it. The fresh fruit would only last another day or two, and she should have made the best of it before everything was pickled or salted.
Her fingers itched as her mother pulled the fabric from her hands, the only excuse she had for not pulling a slice of apple and cheese off the plate. There was a quiet desire for it, but it was quickly forgotten the moment her mother sought out an explanation. Could she brace herself for the disappointed look she was bound to get? Would her mother comment on how it shouldn’t have put an end to things? And what would she tell her husband of it?
Her heart dropped back to the floor of the ship as she swallowed down the sorrow that overwhelmed her. Could she do this? Did she have a choice?
”Vangelis has impregnated the Lady Thea of Thanasi.” Did her voice sound as low and hollow as it felt? She sighed, knowing that it seemed far worse than it truly was. ”It happened while he was King, before he had decided to ask for my hand. But she is with child, and there is no doubt that it is his.” She didn’t even realize her mother’s hand was in her own until she was squeezing it tightly, as if she needed to pull from her strength to get the words out.
She could not break in front of her mother. That moment would be saved for as soon as she left, for saying it still ripped her apart, like the fine seams she was sewing in the dress now discarded on the floor.
Being a mother wasn't something you could take a break from, even if one thought they would. As her girl's grew older, sometimes people asked her if she was glad, especially as Imma turned of age to joined court sessions by now. Was it easier? Did she have less things to do, think about? The truth was, it never did get easier. The only thing that changed was what she worried about. From worrying if her girl's were sleeping enough, to whether they had the right attire for the right function, to whether they would meet the right men, to if they would find happiness. Everyday, it was just a matter of what.
So no, it never did get easier.
What did get easier, was the fact that Evelli now had companionship from her daughter's, but it didn't change the fact that she worried over them. When it came to Selene though, there was never a time that Evelli wished Georgios was here more. Despite her care for all her girls, it was undeniable that with Selene, her husband had more sway over her, and he would've no doubt been able to at least get their eldest born to eat.
Still, she didn't push. She only took the fabric and materials away so even if she wouldn't talk, some food would find its way into her daughter's mouth. When Selene responded with silence instead, Evelli reciprocated with the same. Yet, she did not expect at all, what Selene had told her after.
Unable to resist it, her jaw fell slightly at the very declaration. The crown prince? Had Selene not told her of his chivalry or values? What had happened to that? Evelli had briefly met the Lady of the Thanasi house, but while the lady was nowhere near as beautiful as her daughter (although that may be her own bias speaking), had this happened far before he met Selene, Evelli would perhaps have understood. But while he was King? That would mean that brief period just before Evelli had arrived. It could have not been more then two months, and Evelli was made to understand correctly, Selene had been in correspondance with her supposed intended for months now.
Her brows furrowed, but the mother was at a lost for words. She would not wish Selene to continue the marriage, not if she did not wish to. The brunette had not moved when her daughter had gripped her hand, but now she returned the grip, taking a shallow breath before she started slowly. "And you no longer have any wish to marry him, Selene?" Evelli murmured in a gentle tone, recognizing the tightness in her daughter's frame and knowing innately how difficult it had been for the blonde to get her words out.
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Being a mother wasn't something you could take a break from, even if one thought they would. As her girl's grew older, sometimes people asked her if she was glad, especially as Imma turned of age to joined court sessions by now. Was it easier? Did she have less things to do, think about? The truth was, it never did get easier. The only thing that changed was what she worried about. From worrying if her girl's were sleeping enough, to whether they had the right attire for the right function, to whether they would meet the right men, to if they would find happiness. Everyday, it was just a matter of what.
So no, it never did get easier.
What did get easier, was the fact that Evelli now had companionship from her daughter's, but it didn't change the fact that she worried over them. When it came to Selene though, there was never a time that Evelli wished Georgios was here more. Despite her care for all her girls, it was undeniable that with Selene, her husband had more sway over her, and he would've no doubt been able to at least get their eldest born to eat.
Still, she didn't push. She only took the fabric and materials away so even if she wouldn't talk, some food would find its way into her daughter's mouth. When Selene responded with silence instead, Evelli reciprocated with the same. Yet, she did not expect at all, what Selene had told her after.
Unable to resist it, her jaw fell slightly at the very declaration. The crown prince? Had Selene not told her of his chivalry or values? What had happened to that? Evelli had briefly met the Lady of the Thanasi house, but while the lady was nowhere near as beautiful as her daughter (although that may be her own bias speaking), had this happened far before he met Selene, Evelli would perhaps have understood. But while he was King? That would mean that brief period just before Evelli had arrived. It could have not been more then two months, and Evelli was made to understand correctly, Selene had been in correspondance with her supposed intended for months now.
Her brows furrowed, but the mother was at a lost for words. She would not wish Selene to continue the marriage, not if she did not wish to. The brunette had not moved when her daughter had gripped her hand, but now she returned the grip, taking a shallow breath before she started slowly. "And you no longer have any wish to marry him, Selene?" Evelli murmured in a gentle tone, recognizing the tightness in her daughter's frame and knowing innately how difficult it had been for the blonde to get her words out.
Being a mother wasn't something you could take a break from, even if one thought they would. As her girl's grew older, sometimes people asked her if she was glad, especially as Imma turned of age to joined court sessions by now. Was it easier? Did she have less things to do, think about? The truth was, it never did get easier. The only thing that changed was what she worried about. From worrying if her girl's were sleeping enough, to whether they had the right attire for the right function, to whether they would meet the right men, to if they would find happiness. Everyday, it was just a matter of what.
So no, it never did get easier.
What did get easier, was the fact that Evelli now had companionship from her daughter's, but it didn't change the fact that she worried over them. When it came to Selene though, there was never a time that Evelli wished Georgios was here more. Despite her care for all her girls, it was undeniable that with Selene, her husband had more sway over her, and he would've no doubt been able to at least get their eldest born to eat.
Still, she didn't push. She only took the fabric and materials away so even if she wouldn't talk, some food would find its way into her daughter's mouth. When Selene responded with silence instead, Evelli reciprocated with the same. Yet, she did not expect at all, what Selene had told her after.
Unable to resist it, her jaw fell slightly at the very declaration. The crown prince? Had Selene not told her of his chivalry or values? What had happened to that? Evelli had briefly met the Lady of the Thanasi house, but while the lady was nowhere near as beautiful as her daughter (although that may be her own bias speaking), had this happened far before he met Selene, Evelli would perhaps have understood. But while he was King? That would mean that brief period just before Evelli had arrived. It could have not been more then two months, and Evelli was made to understand correctly, Selene had been in correspondance with her supposed intended for months now.
Her brows furrowed, but the mother was at a lost for words. She would not wish Selene to continue the marriage, not if she did not wish to. The brunette had not moved when her daughter had gripped her hand, but now she returned the grip, taking a shallow breath before she started slowly. "And you no longer have any wish to marry him, Selene?" Evelli murmured in a gentle tone, recognizing the tightness in her daughter's frame and knowing innately how difficult it had been for the blonde to get her words out.
It was no secret that the eldest and her father were close. In her youth, when she found herself too pressured into a life she didn’t know how to manage, it was her father whom she would run to. When she was confused, she could count on him to offer the clearing presence of horses and pastures without needing to say a word. He had always been her biggest champion, the one person whom she could turn to without fear of judgment. He trusted her to handle the difficult things in life, let her fall but was always there to pick her up and encourage her to get back onto the horse. He loved her unconditionally and understood the complex woman she was turning into.
A woman who longed for the stability of marriage but would not settle for less than she deserved.
A woman who would race among men and win without a thought to their own egos.
A woman who would stand up for herself, but would crumble in private to maintain the stigmata that had formed around her.
He seemed to just sense how difficult it was to live up to the whispers of a blessing without showing disappointment in her lack of marriage. In fact, he had hold her many times that he wished her happiness, and would be content if all of his children were in his home for the rest of his days. But, at least Selene had always believed, that he knew just how much she longed for more. He would catch her staring at a moment of affection between husband and wife, her cheeks would flush, and he would just smile back at her with a quiet understanding.
She didn’t need to tell him that she wanted the kind of love he had for his wife and family-- he just seemed to know.
It wasn’t that she couldn’t share those same sentiments with her mother. But there had always been another layer within their relationship. And when you continued to fail the one thing that was always the hope, Selene found it difficult to speak to her mother about anything at times. She knew she was turning into a disappointment as a daughter, with two failed crowns now becoming apparent to the matriarch. How could she look at her mother and admit the truth?
But Selene had never been the one who lied to her mother. Her father had taught her that the truth could be hard, but it always comes out in the end anyway and should be faced. As much as she wanted to brush off the news, she could not. And she could not avoid telling her mother. And Evelli had been so patient with her, as if channeling her husband’s success with his daughter. The blonde knew how hard it must have been for her to simply watch her daughter disintegrate before her eyes. One moment, she had been preparing for a happy future and the next, she was silently returning home. Selene looked up as her mother’s mouth dropped, her heart trying to build a parapet. Yet the sticks and clay it was using was no match of the look of shock on her mother’s face, and the pain came rushing back to the core of her.
If she wasn’t so set on maintaining her composure, she would have let out a sob. Instead, her back straightened a bit.
“My desires in this no longer matters. He has withdrawn his offer of marriage and intends on marrying Thea.” Was her voice as monotone as it sounded in her own ears? She felt so disconnected from herself, unable to deny that she was hurting yet refusing to crumble. “Fate doesn’t often take the desires of the heart into consideration. And he is a Kotas-- Blood Above All.” Their house oath was sand on her lips, rough and harsh. “So, even though he offered to let me stay, I declined. I couldn’t…” Did she need to say what she couldn’t do?
She couldn’t be around a family that she loved that would never be hers?
She couldn’t watch another woman carry the child of the man she loved?
She couldn’t bare to stay in a place where she fit so well but no longer belonged?
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It was no secret that the eldest and her father were close. In her youth, when she found herself too pressured into a life she didn’t know how to manage, it was her father whom she would run to. When she was confused, she could count on him to offer the clearing presence of horses and pastures without needing to say a word. He had always been her biggest champion, the one person whom she could turn to without fear of judgment. He trusted her to handle the difficult things in life, let her fall but was always there to pick her up and encourage her to get back onto the horse. He loved her unconditionally and understood the complex woman she was turning into.
A woman who longed for the stability of marriage but would not settle for less than she deserved.
A woman who would race among men and win without a thought to their own egos.
A woman who would stand up for herself, but would crumble in private to maintain the stigmata that had formed around her.
He seemed to just sense how difficult it was to live up to the whispers of a blessing without showing disappointment in her lack of marriage. In fact, he had hold her many times that he wished her happiness, and would be content if all of his children were in his home for the rest of his days. But, at least Selene had always believed, that he knew just how much she longed for more. He would catch her staring at a moment of affection between husband and wife, her cheeks would flush, and he would just smile back at her with a quiet understanding.
She didn’t need to tell him that she wanted the kind of love he had for his wife and family-- he just seemed to know.
It wasn’t that she couldn’t share those same sentiments with her mother. But there had always been another layer within their relationship. And when you continued to fail the one thing that was always the hope, Selene found it difficult to speak to her mother about anything at times. She knew she was turning into a disappointment as a daughter, with two failed crowns now becoming apparent to the matriarch. How could she look at her mother and admit the truth?
But Selene had never been the one who lied to her mother. Her father had taught her that the truth could be hard, but it always comes out in the end anyway and should be faced. As much as she wanted to brush off the news, she could not. And she could not avoid telling her mother. And Evelli had been so patient with her, as if channeling her husband’s success with his daughter. The blonde knew how hard it must have been for her to simply watch her daughter disintegrate before her eyes. One moment, she had been preparing for a happy future and the next, she was silently returning home. Selene looked up as her mother’s mouth dropped, her heart trying to build a parapet. Yet the sticks and clay it was using was no match of the look of shock on her mother’s face, and the pain came rushing back to the core of her.
If she wasn’t so set on maintaining her composure, she would have let out a sob. Instead, her back straightened a bit.
“My desires in this no longer matters. He has withdrawn his offer of marriage and intends on marrying Thea.” Was her voice as monotone as it sounded in her own ears? She felt so disconnected from herself, unable to deny that she was hurting yet refusing to crumble. “Fate doesn’t often take the desires of the heart into consideration. And he is a Kotas-- Blood Above All.” Their house oath was sand on her lips, rough and harsh. “So, even though he offered to let me stay, I declined. I couldn’t…” Did she need to say what she couldn’t do?
She couldn’t be around a family that she loved that would never be hers?
She couldn’t watch another woman carry the child of the man she loved?
She couldn’t bare to stay in a place where she fit so well but no longer belonged?
It was no secret that the eldest and her father were close. In her youth, when she found herself too pressured into a life she didn’t know how to manage, it was her father whom she would run to. When she was confused, she could count on him to offer the clearing presence of horses and pastures without needing to say a word. He had always been her biggest champion, the one person whom she could turn to without fear of judgment. He trusted her to handle the difficult things in life, let her fall but was always there to pick her up and encourage her to get back onto the horse. He loved her unconditionally and understood the complex woman she was turning into.
A woman who longed for the stability of marriage but would not settle for less than she deserved.
A woman who would race among men and win without a thought to their own egos.
A woman who would stand up for herself, but would crumble in private to maintain the stigmata that had formed around her.
He seemed to just sense how difficult it was to live up to the whispers of a blessing without showing disappointment in her lack of marriage. In fact, he had hold her many times that he wished her happiness, and would be content if all of his children were in his home for the rest of his days. But, at least Selene had always believed, that he knew just how much she longed for more. He would catch her staring at a moment of affection between husband and wife, her cheeks would flush, and he would just smile back at her with a quiet understanding.
She didn’t need to tell him that she wanted the kind of love he had for his wife and family-- he just seemed to know.
It wasn’t that she couldn’t share those same sentiments with her mother. But there had always been another layer within their relationship. And when you continued to fail the one thing that was always the hope, Selene found it difficult to speak to her mother about anything at times. She knew she was turning into a disappointment as a daughter, with two failed crowns now becoming apparent to the matriarch. How could she look at her mother and admit the truth?
But Selene had never been the one who lied to her mother. Her father had taught her that the truth could be hard, but it always comes out in the end anyway and should be faced. As much as she wanted to brush off the news, she could not. And she could not avoid telling her mother. And Evelli had been so patient with her, as if channeling her husband’s success with his daughter. The blonde knew how hard it must have been for her to simply watch her daughter disintegrate before her eyes. One moment, she had been preparing for a happy future and the next, she was silently returning home. Selene looked up as her mother’s mouth dropped, her heart trying to build a parapet. Yet the sticks and clay it was using was no match of the look of shock on her mother’s face, and the pain came rushing back to the core of her.
If she wasn’t so set on maintaining her composure, she would have let out a sob. Instead, her back straightened a bit.
“My desires in this no longer matters. He has withdrawn his offer of marriage and intends on marrying Thea.” Was her voice as monotone as it sounded in her own ears? She felt so disconnected from herself, unable to deny that she was hurting yet refusing to crumble. “Fate doesn’t often take the desires of the heart into consideration. And he is a Kotas-- Blood Above All.” Their house oath was sand on her lips, rough and harsh. “So, even though he offered to let me stay, I declined. I couldn’t…” Did she need to say what she couldn’t do?
She couldn’t be around a family that she loved that would never be hers?
She couldn’t watch another woman carry the child of the man she loved?
She couldn’t bare to stay in a place where she fit so well but no longer belonged?
She could see the almost imperceptible shift in Selene as she straightened but Evelli was more perceptive then that. She could see the flash of hurt in her eyes, and knew that betrayal likely cut far deeper then she'd like. While it may not seem like 'betrayal' to other's, for they had not even formalize any form of official betrothal, and as such Selene was not the legal and formal intended to the crown prince anyhow, but knowing he had actually stated such a wish was enough for Evelli to know Selene would take it to heart. While she wanted strong, powerful marriages for all her daughter's, Georgios's incessant and repeated reminders to her to at least let their daughter's choose had had some lasting effect on Evelli, that she knew affection had existed between Selene and Vangelis, even if Evelli found the way the crown price expressed his odd beyond belief.
The voice her blonde daughter spoke with was akin to listening to a hollow log of dead wood, how flat it was, devoid of emotion. Selene had never sounded like that. Her eldest had always sounded gentle, but at least soft and demure. Now it was like a ghost of someone else, and Evelli frowned at that. The way the Kotas name and oath fell dryly from her lips only deepened her frown, as did her annoyance at the crown prince.
How could one person turn her gregarious daughter into a husk of who she is? No one had that right, and even if they did, they should not wield it.
"As you should." Evelli murmured firmly, squeezing her daughter's hands tightly. If he had wronged her, then she shouldn't be the one to feel so morose. If it was one thing her mother had taught her, Nomiki had taught Evelli that despite their need to marry into power, once that power was begotten, it was up to the ladies to maintain it. But Selene had the luck of being born into a powerful house and Evelli would be damned if she let that be taken away from her. A single man was not worth her daughter's life and dreams and hopes. "You are a Leventi. Only one worthy, shall inherit you." she returned the Kotas oath with their own family oath, her tone firm and almost bordering on angry, although the anger was not directed at her daughter.
"If he can't appreciate you, we'll find you someone who will. You have a beauty blessed by Aphrodite," Evelli reminded, the rumor as told by everyone in Greece of the beauty of her daughter's. "He is blind and stupid if he doesn't see and value what he has."
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She could see the almost imperceptible shift in Selene as she straightened but Evelli was more perceptive then that. She could see the flash of hurt in her eyes, and knew that betrayal likely cut far deeper then she'd like. While it may not seem like 'betrayal' to other's, for they had not even formalize any form of official betrothal, and as such Selene was not the legal and formal intended to the crown prince anyhow, but knowing he had actually stated such a wish was enough for Evelli to know Selene would take it to heart. While she wanted strong, powerful marriages for all her daughter's, Georgios's incessant and repeated reminders to her to at least let their daughter's choose had had some lasting effect on Evelli, that she knew affection had existed between Selene and Vangelis, even if Evelli found the way the crown price expressed his odd beyond belief.
The voice her blonde daughter spoke with was akin to listening to a hollow log of dead wood, how flat it was, devoid of emotion. Selene had never sounded like that. Her eldest had always sounded gentle, but at least soft and demure. Now it was like a ghost of someone else, and Evelli frowned at that. The way the Kotas name and oath fell dryly from her lips only deepened her frown, as did her annoyance at the crown prince.
How could one person turn her gregarious daughter into a husk of who she is? No one had that right, and even if they did, they should not wield it.
"As you should." Evelli murmured firmly, squeezing her daughter's hands tightly. If he had wronged her, then she shouldn't be the one to feel so morose. If it was one thing her mother had taught her, Nomiki had taught Evelli that despite their need to marry into power, once that power was begotten, it was up to the ladies to maintain it. But Selene had the luck of being born into a powerful house and Evelli would be damned if she let that be taken away from her. A single man was not worth her daughter's life and dreams and hopes. "You are a Leventi. Only one worthy, shall inherit you." she returned the Kotas oath with their own family oath, her tone firm and almost bordering on angry, although the anger was not directed at her daughter.
"If he can't appreciate you, we'll find you someone who will. You have a beauty blessed by Aphrodite," Evelli reminded, the rumor as told by everyone in Greece of the beauty of her daughter's. "He is blind and stupid if he doesn't see and value what he has."
She could see the almost imperceptible shift in Selene as she straightened but Evelli was more perceptive then that. She could see the flash of hurt in her eyes, and knew that betrayal likely cut far deeper then she'd like. While it may not seem like 'betrayal' to other's, for they had not even formalize any form of official betrothal, and as such Selene was not the legal and formal intended to the crown prince anyhow, but knowing he had actually stated such a wish was enough for Evelli to know Selene would take it to heart. While she wanted strong, powerful marriages for all her daughter's, Georgios's incessant and repeated reminders to her to at least let their daughter's choose had had some lasting effect on Evelli, that she knew affection had existed between Selene and Vangelis, even if Evelli found the way the crown price expressed his odd beyond belief.
The voice her blonde daughter spoke with was akin to listening to a hollow log of dead wood, how flat it was, devoid of emotion. Selene had never sounded like that. Her eldest had always sounded gentle, but at least soft and demure. Now it was like a ghost of someone else, and Evelli frowned at that. The way the Kotas name and oath fell dryly from her lips only deepened her frown, as did her annoyance at the crown prince.
How could one person turn her gregarious daughter into a husk of who she is? No one had that right, and even if they did, they should not wield it.
"As you should." Evelli murmured firmly, squeezing her daughter's hands tightly. If he had wronged her, then she shouldn't be the one to feel so morose. If it was one thing her mother had taught her, Nomiki had taught Evelli that despite their need to marry into power, once that power was begotten, it was up to the ladies to maintain it. But Selene had the luck of being born into a powerful house and Evelli would be damned if she let that be taken away from her. A single man was not worth her daughter's life and dreams and hopes. "You are a Leventi. Only one worthy, shall inherit you." she returned the Kotas oath with their own family oath, her tone firm and almost bordering on angry, although the anger was not directed at her daughter.
"If he can't appreciate you, we'll find you someone who will. You have a beauty blessed by Aphrodite," Evelli reminded, the rumor as told by everyone in Greece of the beauty of her daughter's. "He is blind and stupid if he doesn't see and value what he has."
There was no way for her to deny that she was not hurt by this. His actions were his own, of course. And prior to their engagement, she had no formal claim to him. But that did not lessen the ache in her chest as she found herself packing her belonging, only to now be on a ship destined for home. Selene had been genuinely excited for the relationship to solidify. She had been happy for the chance to learn how to make him happy. And now, all of that was gone.
She had to find something else that would make her happy.
It was impossible not to note the way her mother’s own face curved into frustration and anger at the prince’s actions. Defending him to her would be pointless-- she had already formed her opinion of him, and it was one that seemed to be getting worse as she learned more of him. The letter from her father had not been one that had painted his proposal in a good light. And while Selene knew that her mother was used to her father’s protective ways, the sense that she had gotten from the letters in reply were that he was not sure of the match in any form.
He would not have to worry about that now.
“I do not know anymore, Mama.” She was beginning to truly doubt her worth. But as much as Vangelis has bruised her heart, the prolonged courtship with Zacharias only made it seem far more likely that she was simply not worth much at all. Men who wanted her didn’t seem good enough to have her, and men who were good enough didn’t seem to want her. Her confidence was slashed to almost nothing at this moment. And the only thing that would heal that within herself was time.
Selene let the comments about Vangelis go, for there was nothing she could do with her mother’s words. They would make her feel better in a day or two, she was sure. But right now, they felt hollow. The man did appreciate her worth. He had told her that she was far more than just her beauty. He had made it clear that he thought she was a good person who would make a good queen. And he had convinced her that she was more than just a pretty face. And now, none of that mattered. Because as much as they wanted to be together, his own moral code would not allow it.
And, if she was being completely honest with herself, she did not want another woman’s child in the way of her own. She would not have her children competing with bastards, regardless of any promises that could have been made. But that was not something she could come to terms with yet, either. The wounds were too fresh for retrospection. “I am sorry to disappoint you, Mama. I chased after one to have him murdered. I allowed one to pick me only to not have been picked first.” Her shoulders shrugged as her head leaned to the comforting shoulder of her mother. “I just want to go home.”
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There was no way for her to deny that she was not hurt by this. His actions were his own, of course. And prior to their engagement, she had no formal claim to him. But that did not lessen the ache in her chest as she found herself packing her belonging, only to now be on a ship destined for home. Selene had been genuinely excited for the relationship to solidify. She had been happy for the chance to learn how to make him happy. And now, all of that was gone.
She had to find something else that would make her happy.
It was impossible not to note the way her mother’s own face curved into frustration and anger at the prince’s actions. Defending him to her would be pointless-- she had already formed her opinion of him, and it was one that seemed to be getting worse as she learned more of him. The letter from her father had not been one that had painted his proposal in a good light. And while Selene knew that her mother was used to her father’s protective ways, the sense that she had gotten from the letters in reply were that he was not sure of the match in any form.
He would not have to worry about that now.
“I do not know anymore, Mama.” She was beginning to truly doubt her worth. But as much as Vangelis has bruised her heart, the prolonged courtship with Zacharias only made it seem far more likely that she was simply not worth much at all. Men who wanted her didn’t seem good enough to have her, and men who were good enough didn’t seem to want her. Her confidence was slashed to almost nothing at this moment. And the only thing that would heal that within herself was time.
Selene let the comments about Vangelis go, for there was nothing she could do with her mother’s words. They would make her feel better in a day or two, she was sure. But right now, they felt hollow. The man did appreciate her worth. He had told her that she was far more than just her beauty. He had made it clear that he thought she was a good person who would make a good queen. And he had convinced her that she was more than just a pretty face. And now, none of that mattered. Because as much as they wanted to be together, his own moral code would not allow it.
And, if she was being completely honest with herself, she did not want another woman’s child in the way of her own. She would not have her children competing with bastards, regardless of any promises that could have been made. But that was not something she could come to terms with yet, either. The wounds were too fresh for retrospection. “I am sorry to disappoint you, Mama. I chased after one to have him murdered. I allowed one to pick me only to not have been picked first.” Her shoulders shrugged as her head leaned to the comforting shoulder of her mother. “I just want to go home.”
There was no way for her to deny that she was not hurt by this. His actions were his own, of course. And prior to their engagement, she had no formal claim to him. But that did not lessen the ache in her chest as she found herself packing her belonging, only to now be on a ship destined for home. Selene had been genuinely excited for the relationship to solidify. She had been happy for the chance to learn how to make him happy. And now, all of that was gone.
She had to find something else that would make her happy.
It was impossible not to note the way her mother’s own face curved into frustration and anger at the prince’s actions. Defending him to her would be pointless-- she had already formed her opinion of him, and it was one that seemed to be getting worse as she learned more of him. The letter from her father had not been one that had painted his proposal in a good light. And while Selene knew that her mother was used to her father’s protective ways, the sense that she had gotten from the letters in reply were that he was not sure of the match in any form.
He would not have to worry about that now.
“I do not know anymore, Mama.” She was beginning to truly doubt her worth. But as much as Vangelis has bruised her heart, the prolonged courtship with Zacharias only made it seem far more likely that she was simply not worth much at all. Men who wanted her didn’t seem good enough to have her, and men who were good enough didn’t seem to want her. Her confidence was slashed to almost nothing at this moment. And the only thing that would heal that within herself was time.
Selene let the comments about Vangelis go, for there was nothing she could do with her mother’s words. They would make her feel better in a day or two, she was sure. But right now, they felt hollow. The man did appreciate her worth. He had told her that she was far more than just her beauty. He had made it clear that he thought she was a good person who would make a good queen. And he had convinced her that she was more than just a pretty face. And now, none of that mattered. Because as much as they wanted to be together, his own moral code would not allow it.
And, if she was being completely honest with herself, she did not want another woman’s child in the way of her own. She would not have her children competing with bastards, regardless of any promises that could have been made. But that was not something she could come to terms with yet, either. The wounds were too fresh for retrospection. “I am sorry to disappoint you, Mama. I chased after one to have him murdered. I allowed one to pick me only to not have been picked first.” Her shoulders shrugged as her head leaned to the comforting shoulder of her mother. “I just want to go home.”
No matter what Evelli had to say at this point, she knew she really didn't have anything that would help. The wound was fresh, and far too soon for it to be anything but painful, so the best the mother could do as much as she wanted to help her offspring, was nothing but to hold on to Selene's hand as she allowed her daughter to spill as much as she wanted to. Far better then to keep it all bottled inside, in her opinion.
"You did not disappoint me, Selene. Nothing you or your sisters do could ever achieve that." the woman reassured when Selene apologized, reaching out to tilt Selene's chin so her eyes would see hers, and see the genuine love the mother had for her child. Yes, it was no secret that Evelli wanted her daughters to marry respectable royal's, princes and King's, but it didn't come before their happiness. Besides, Georgios would have a row with her if she decided to force Selene to marry when the blonde was in such distress, not to mention the scene it would cause with the royal family of Colchis.
Sighing, the brunette pulled Selene in closer, allowing the blonde to tuck her head into the crook of her neck as she hugged her shoulders, placing her own chin above Selene's head. It was a tight hug, a comforting embrace Evelli wanted to give Selene, slowly rubbing the side's of her daughter's arms even as her thoughts were a whirl. Georgios would have choice words to speak on the subject, of that Evelli had no doubt when her husband finally heard of it. She just hoped she wouldn't have to convince him to not sail to Colchis and give the royal family a piece of his mind.
Heaving a heavy sigh, she turned her attention to the daughter currently at hand, and murmured softly. "Then let's go home. I'll bring you home to Papa, and he'll know what to do. He always knows what to do." she murmured. She knew Georgios would bring far more comfort to Selene then she could, and in all honesty, Evelli was counting on that. Her husband and his firstborn had a connection beyond what Evelli could comprehend, and while she usually got into tiffs with Georgios in allowing Selene what she wanted, this was the one time she truly wanted her husband to step in and reassure the blonde that all would be well.
Because she would see it through.
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No matter what Evelli had to say at this point, she knew she really didn't have anything that would help. The wound was fresh, and far too soon for it to be anything but painful, so the best the mother could do as much as she wanted to help her offspring, was nothing but to hold on to Selene's hand as she allowed her daughter to spill as much as she wanted to. Far better then to keep it all bottled inside, in her opinion.
"You did not disappoint me, Selene. Nothing you or your sisters do could ever achieve that." the woman reassured when Selene apologized, reaching out to tilt Selene's chin so her eyes would see hers, and see the genuine love the mother had for her child. Yes, it was no secret that Evelli wanted her daughters to marry respectable royal's, princes and King's, but it didn't come before their happiness. Besides, Georgios would have a row with her if she decided to force Selene to marry when the blonde was in such distress, not to mention the scene it would cause with the royal family of Colchis.
Sighing, the brunette pulled Selene in closer, allowing the blonde to tuck her head into the crook of her neck as she hugged her shoulders, placing her own chin above Selene's head. It was a tight hug, a comforting embrace Evelli wanted to give Selene, slowly rubbing the side's of her daughter's arms even as her thoughts were a whirl. Georgios would have choice words to speak on the subject, of that Evelli had no doubt when her husband finally heard of it. She just hoped she wouldn't have to convince him to not sail to Colchis and give the royal family a piece of his mind.
Heaving a heavy sigh, she turned her attention to the daughter currently at hand, and murmured softly. "Then let's go home. I'll bring you home to Papa, and he'll know what to do. He always knows what to do." she murmured. She knew Georgios would bring far more comfort to Selene then she could, and in all honesty, Evelli was counting on that. Her husband and his firstborn had a connection beyond what Evelli could comprehend, and while she usually got into tiffs with Georgios in allowing Selene what she wanted, this was the one time she truly wanted her husband to step in and reassure the blonde that all would be well.
Because she would see it through.
No matter what Evelli had to say at this point, she knew she really didn't have anything that would help. The wound was fresh, and far too soon for it to be anything but painful, so the best the mother could do as much as she wanted to help her offspring, was nothing but to hold on to Selene's hand as she allowed her daughter to spill as much as she wanted to. Far better then to keep it all bottled inside, in her opinion.
"You did not disappoint me, Selene. Nothing you or your sisters do could ever achieve that." the woman reassured when Selene apologized, reaching out to tilt Selene's chin so her eyes would see hers, and see the genuine love the mother had for her child. Yes, it was no secret that Evelli wanted her daughters to marry respectable royal's, princes and King's, but it didn't come before their happiness. Besides, Georgios would have a row with her if she decided to force Selene to marry when the blonde was in such distress, not to mention the scene it would cause with the royal family of Colchis.
Sighing, the brunette pulled Selene in closer, allowing the blonde to tuck her head into the crook of her neck as she hugged her shoulders, placing her own chin above Selene's head. It was a tight hug, a comforting embrace Evelli wanted to give Selene, slowly rubbing the side's of her daughter's arms even as her thoughts were a whirl. Georgios would have choice words to speak on the subject, of that Evelli had no doubt when her husband finally heard of it. She just hoped she wouldn't have to convince him to not sail to Colchis and give the royal family a piece of his mind.
Heaving a heavy sigh, she turned her attention to the daughter currently at hand, and murmured softly. "Then let's go home. I'll bring you home to Papa, and he'll know what to do. He always knows what to do." she murmured. She knew Georgios would bring far more comfort to Selene then she could, and in all honesty, Evelli was counting on that. Her husband and his firstborn had a connection beyond what Evelli could comprehend, and while she usually got into tiffs with Georgios in allowing Selene what she wanted, this was the one time she truly wanted her husband to step in and reassure the blonde that all would be well.
Because she would see it through.
She didn’t know how much a balm her mother’s words had been until they were said. The pain within her soul was deep, and she hadn’t known that she needed the support of her mother until she told her she was not disappointed in her. For her to return, tail between her legs, all she could think of was the overwhelming burden that came with knowing she had failed.
Her heart would heal, but she didn’t know what was next.
And that was terrifying.
The uncertainty of her future when engaged was nothing like this. At least if he had died, she would have been able to recover. But now, cast aside, there was little that she could hope for. Her only saving grace would be that it hadn’t been public. The shame she bore was her own, so the looks when she returned home would be speculation. They would look at her and assume she had failed in her goal to capture a prince. But they wouldn't know that she had won him, and lost him to another.
She relaxed into her mother’s arms, allowing a weakness that she hadn’t had relied upon in years. Her job was to be a strong example and there was no denying that it meant she had to be a pillar, the one in which her sisters were to look to. There was no example she could have for her sisters. Both Pia and Theo were well matched, although on complicated paths, with no reason to need her as an example.
Where did she belong?
Her chest ached, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to release the anguish. Not yet, anyway. Instead, she was silent, allowing her mother’s comfort to wash over her as if she was young and didn’t know better. Knowing that they would go home, that they would be able to start anew-- that was what she needed. Perhaps she would find her peace there.
She could heal, could come to terms with where to go now.
And, like she would do as a child, she allowed her head to fall into the lap of her mother. The soothing motions that had brought her comfort and rest as a child filled her mind. She relaxed and stopped fighting her exhaustion. With the promise of home, of winter spent in the one place she knew who she was, Selene drifted off to sleep in the comforting embrace of the woman who bore her.
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She didn’t know how much a balm her mother’s words had been until they were said. The pain within her soul was deep, and she hadn’t known that she needed the support of her mother until she told her she was not disappointed in her. For her to return, tail between her legs, all she could think of was the overwhelming burden that came with knowing she had failed.
Her heart would heal, but she didn’t know what was next.
And that was terrifying.
The uncertainty of her future when engaged was nothing like this. At least if he had died, she would have been able to recover. But now, cast aside, there was little that she could hope for. Her only saving grace would be that it hadn’t been public. The shame she bore was her own, so the looks when she returned home would be speculation. They would look at her and assume she had failed in her goal to capture a prince. But they wouldn't know that she had won him, and lost him to another.
She relaxed into her mother’s arms, allowing a weakness that she hadn’t had relied upon in years. Her job was to be a strong example and there was no denying that it meant she had to be a pillar, the one in which her sisters were to look to. There was no example she could have for her sisters. Both Pia and Theo were well matched, although on complicated paths, with no reason to need her as an example.
Where did she belong?
Her chest ached, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to release the anguish. Not yet, anyway. Instead, she was silent, allowing her mother’s comfort to wash over her as if she was young and didn’t know better. Knowing that they would go home, that they would be able to start anew-- that was what she needed. Perhaps she would find her peace there.
She could heal, could come to terms with where to go now.
And, like she would do as a child, she allowed her head to fall into the lap of her mother. The soothing motions that had brought her comfort and rest as a child filled her mind. She relaxed and stopped fighting her exhaustion. With the promise of home, of winter spent in the one place she knew who she was, Selene drifted off to sleep in the comforting embrace of the woman who bore her.
She didn’t know how much a balm her mother’s words had been until they were said. The pain within her soul was deep, and she hadn’t known that she needed the support of her mother until she told her she was not disappointed in her. For her to return, tail between her legs, all she could think of was the overwhelming burden that came with knowing she had failed.
Her heart would heal, but she didn’t know what was next.
And that was terrifying.
The uncertainty of her future when engaged was nothing like this. At least if he had died, she would have been able to recover. But now, cast aside, there was little that she could hope for. Her only saving grace would be that it hadn’t been public. The shame she bore was her own, so the looks when she returned home would be speculation. They would look at her and assume she had failed in her goal to capture a prince. But they wouldn't know that she had won him, and lost him to another.
She relaxed into her mother’s arms, allowing a weakness that she hadn’t had relied upon in years. Her job was to be a strong example and there was no denying that it meant she had to be a pillar, the one in which her sisters were to look to. There was no example she could have for her sisters. Both Pia and Theo were well matched, although on complicated paths, with no reason to need her as an example.
Where did she belong?
Her chest ached, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to release the anguish. Not yet, anyway. Instead, she was silent, allowing her mother’s comfort to wash over her as if she was young and didn’t know better. Knowing that they would go home, that they would be able to start anew-- that was what she needed. Perhaps she would find her peace there.
She could heal, could come to terms with where to go now.
And, like she would do as a child, she allowed her head to fall into the lap of her mother. The soothing motions that had brought her comfort and rest as a child filled her mind. She relaxed and stopped fighting her exhaustion. With the promise of home, of winter spent in the one place she knew who she was, Selene drifted off to sleep in the comforting embrace of the woman who bore her.