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The departure of the monarch and men to war always felt odd, like there was a disruption in the way of the world that had to take a moment to stabilize. It was not the first time that he had been left behind, ever since his injury he had become accustomed to staying put and providing support to his mother in her regency when Vangelis was also on campaign or on his various travels. This time would be no different than the others, but somehow it felt as if everything had changed.
Tython's miraculous return from the dead, mingled with Vangelis' betrayal and breaking of many hearts, combined with the seriousness of an enemy like the Egyptians, it was all a recipe for a perfect storm. The second prince had ordered that all Thanasis be kept out of the residence and off the grounds, save for his wife who was already on bed rest and of course, his brother's whore. Thea of Thanasi had never bothered him in the past, indeed he'd liked her best of all of his wife's siblings, but the news of her role in shattering Zanon's ideals of his elder brother had destroyed the good will he'd had. Where before he had been thinking perhaps she was not a threat, it became absolutely clear now that she was just another of the snakes trying anything to bring his family down.
He couldn't find much rest in his own home, asking after his mother's location when he could not find her in her chambers, his expression a solemn line when the maids informed him where she had gone. It was not entirely unusual for Yanni to spend time down at the docks after the departure of his father, but he could only imagine how it felt this time to see him gone after thinking him dead andd to send three of her four sons off with him. There was a lingering guilt of being left behind, but as he made his way down to the docks still needing the use of the cane due to his leg, he knew he would have only been a liability.
Approaching in silence, there would be no surprise in his approach thanks to the dull thud of the wood along with his footsteps. She looked so much more fragile out here, as fierce and warm as she was at home. He came to rest just beside and behind her left shoulder, following her gaze out to sea just as pensively for a long moment before breaking the silence.
"Mother."
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The departure of the monarch and men to war always felt odd, like there was a disruption in the way of the world that had to take a moment to stabilize. It was not the first time that he had been left behind, ever since his injury he had become accustomed to staying put and providing support to his mother in her regency when Vangelis was also on campaign or on his various travels. This time would be no different than the others, but somehow it felt as if everything had changed.
Tython's miraculous return from the dead, mingled with Vangelis' betrayal and breaking of many hearts, combined with the seriousness of an enemy like the Egyptians, it was all a recipe for a perfect storm. The second prince had ordered that all Thanasis be kept out of the residence and off the grounds, save for his wife who was already on bed rest and of course, his brother's whore. Thea of Thanasi had never bothered him in the past, indeed he'd liked her best of all of his wife's siblings, but the news of her role in shattering Zanon's ideals of his elder brother had destroyed the good will he'd had. Where before he had been thinking perhaps she was not a threat, it became absolutely clear now that she was just another of the snakes trying anything to bring his family down.
He couldn't find much rest in his own home, asking after his mother's location when he could not find her in her chambers, his expression a solemn line when the maids informed him where she had gone. It was not entirely unusual for Yanni to spend time down at the docks after the departure of his father, but he could only imagine how it felt this time to see him gone after thinking him dead andd to send three of her four sons off with him. There was a lingering guilt of being left behind, but as he made his way down to the docks still needing the use of the cane due to his leg, he knew he would have only been a liability.
Approaching in silence, there would be no surprise in his approach thanks to the dull thud of the wood along with his footsteps. She looked so much more fragile out here, as fierce and warm as she was at home. He came to rest just beside and behind her left shoulder, following her gaze out to sea just as pensively for a long moment before breaking the silence.
"Mother."
The departure of the monarch and men to war always felt odd, like there was a disruption in the way of the world that had to take a moment to stabilize. It was not the first time that he had been left behind, ever since his injury he had become accustomed to staying put and providing support to his mother in her regency when Vangelis was also on campaign or on his various travels. This time would be no different than the others, but somehow it felt as if everything had changed.
Tython's miraculous return from the dead, mingled with Vangelis' betrayal and breaking of many hearts, combined with the seriousness of an enemy like the Egyptians, it was all a recipe for a perfect storm. The second prince had ordered that all Thanasis be kept out of the residence and off the grounds, save for his wife who was already on bed rest and of course, his brother's whore. Thea of Thanasi had never bothered him in the past, indeed he'd liked her best of all of his wife's siblings, but the news of her role in shattering Zanon's ideals of his elder brother had destroyed the good will he'd had. Where before he had been thinking perhaps she was not a threat, it became absolutely clear now that she was just another of the snakes trying anything to bring his family down.
He couldn't find much rest in his own home, asking after his mother's location when he could not find her in her chambers, his expression a solemn line when the maids informed him where she had gone. It was not entirely unusual for Yanni to spend time down at the docks after the departure of his father, but he could only imagine how it felt this time to see him gone after thinking him dead andd to send three of her four sons off with him. There was a lingering guilt of being left behind, but as he made his way down to the docks still needing the use of the cane due to his leg, he knew he would have only been a liability.
Approaching in silence, there would be no surprise in his approach thanks to the dull thud of the wood along with his footsteps. She looked so much more fragile out here, as fierce and warm as she was at home. He came to rest just beside and behind her left shoulder, following her gaze out to sea just as pensively for a long moment before breaking the silence.
"Mother."
Yanni had risen early, before even the sun had. There had only been a few of the serving staff awake when she had slipped out of the Kotas manor without her guard. Wrapped up in baggy clothing with a hood pulled up, she did not feel the need to play Queen that day. She just wanted to be alone at the moment, with her thoughts of her husband and memories of a long life time spent loving a man who held more of a calling to war than he did to his wife back home. She knew Tython loved her, she just wished he was less of a stubborn man, then perhaps she would have stood a chance of getting him to remain home instead of sailing off once more without a guarantee that he would return home.
She had been standing near the harbour for hours now, unaware of the ache in her feet and legs, her advancing age requiring her to sit more often than she used to have to. But now, the only thing she seemed to be able to dwell on was the feeling of dread that she held about this war. She couldn’t say why exactly she felt this way, she had never really felt this before when her husband or sons had gone to war, but this time, this time felt different.
She had been staring out at the water, brown eyes locked upon the waves that rolled as the water levels changed with the morning. Her thoughts were with her family that sailed upon those waters, to defend the people of Greece and their freedom.
She had never liked war.
She heard Zanon’s approach, her second oldest son hadn’t exactly been able to sneak around since his injury had required him to walk with the assistance of a cane. She didn’t say anything as he simply stood with her, she didn’t know what to say. As glad as she was to at least have one of her sons home with her and safe, she couldn’t help but think of the other three sons and her husband who were much less so.
Even when he spoke, she remained silent for a time. She knew that Zanon would have loved nothing more than to sail off with the other Kotas men and join them in this war, but she was grateful to at least have him there. He was a strong and steady presence for her, and one that she would likely need to lean on in the coming months, perhaps even years. She knew wars were not won quickly.
“Zanon.” She finally greeted, able to pull herself out of her misery long enough for her voice to not shake or waver.
“The city feels quiet, with so many gone from our shores.” She stated, eyes still locked on the water as she mused. There were still many who remained, but the missing presence of their fighting forces could be felt and seen throughout the city.
Those who were left behind attempted to continue with some semblance of their normal lives. Yanni among those.
She knew that she should have been at home, tending to the household and the work that needed to be done. But she found that she was not able to concentrate on anything.
She turned her gaze on her son and frowned a little.
“You should have dressed warmer, you’ll catch a chill.” She commented, turning her son into something she could focus her worry on instead of feeling just a general sense of dread as she had been since she had watched her husband and other sons sail off.
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Yanni had risen early, before even the sun had. There had only been a few of the serving staff awake when she had slipped out of the Kotas manor without her guard. Wrapped up in baggy clothing with a hood pulled up, she did not feel the need to play Queen that day. She just wanted to be alone at the moment, with her thoughts of her husband and memories of a long life time spent loving a man who held more of a calling to war than he did to his wife back home. She knew Tython loved her, she just wished he was less of a stubborn man, then perhaps she would have stood a chance of getting him to remain home instead of sailing off once more without a guarantee that he would return home.
She had been standing near the harbour for hours now, unaware of the ache in her feet and legs, her advancing age requiring her to sit more often than she used to have to. But now, the only thing she seemed to be able to dwell on was the feeling of dread that she held about this war. She couldn’t say why exactly she felt this way, she had never really felt this before when her husband or sons had gone to war, but this time, this time felt different.
She had been staring out at the water, brown eyes locked upon the waves that rolled as the water levels changed with the morning. Her thoughts were with her family that sailed upon those waters, to defend the people of Greece and their freedom.
She had never liked war.
She heard Zanon’s approach, her second oldest son hadn’t exactly been able to sneak around since his injury had required him to walk with the assistance of a cane. She didn’t say anything as he simply stood with her, she didn’t know what to say. As glad as she was to at least have one of her sons home with her and safe, she couldn’t help but think of the other three sons and her husband who were much less so.
Even when he spoke, she remained silent for a time. She knew that Zanon would have loved nothing more than to sail off with the other Kotas men and join them in this war, but she was grateful to at least have him there. He was a strong and steady presence for her, and one that she would likely need to lean on in the coming months, perhaps even years. She knew wars were not won quickly.
“Zanon.” She finally greeted, able to pull herself out of her misery long enough for her voice to not shake or waver.
“The city feels quiet, with so many gone from our shores.” She stated, eyes still locked on the water as she mused. There were still many who remained, but the missing presence of their fighting forces could be felt and seen throughout the city.
Those who were left behind attempted to continue with some semblance of their normal lives. Yanni among those.
She knew that she should have been at home, tending to the household and the work that needed to be done. But she found that she was not able to concentrate on anything.
She turned her gaze on her son and frowned a little.
“You should have dressed warmer, you’ll catch a chill.” She commented, turning her son into something she could focus her worry on instead of feeling just a general sense of dread as she had been since she had watched her husband and other sons sail off.
Yanni had risen early, before even the sun had. There had only been a few of the serving staff awake when she had slipped out of the Kotas manor without her guard. Wrapped up in baggy clothing with a hood pulled up, she did not feel the need to play Queen that day. She just wanted to be alone at the moment, with her thoughts of her husband and memories of a long life time spent loving a man who held more of a calling to war than he did to his wife back home. She knew Tython loved her, she just wished he was less of a stubborn man, then perhaps she would have stood a chance of getting him to remain home instead of sailing off once more without a guarantee that he would return home.
She had been standing near the harbour for hours now, unaware of the ache in her feet and legs, her advancing age requiring her to sit more often than she used to have to. But now, the only thing she seemed to be able to dwell on was the feeling of dread that she held about this war. She couldn’t say why exactly she felt this way, she had never really felt this before when her husband or sons had gone to war, but this time, this time felt different.
She had been staring out at the water, brown eyes locked upon the waves that rolled as the water levels changed with the morning. Her thoughts were with her family that sailed upon those waters, to defend the people of Greece and their freedom.
She had never liked war.
She heard Zanon’s approach, her second oldest son hadn’t exactly been able to sneak around since his injury had required him to walk with the assistance of a cane. She didn’t say anything as he simply stood with her, she didn’t know what to say. As glad as she was to at least have one of her sons home with her and safe, she couldn’t help but think of the other three sons and her husband who were much less so.
Even when he spoke, she remained silent for a time. She knew that Zanon would have loved nothing more than to sail off with the other Kotas men and join them in this war, but she was grateful to at least have him there. He was a strong and steady presence for her, and one that she would likely need to lean on in the coming months, perhaps even years. She knew wars were not won quickly.
“Zanon.” She finally greeted, able to pull herself out of her misery long enough for her voice to not shake or waver.
“The city feels quiet, with so many gone from our shores.” She stated, eyes still locked on the water as she mused. There were still many who remained, but the missing presence of their fighting forces could be felt and seen throughout the city.
Those who were left behind attempted to continue with some semblance of their normal lives. Yanni among those.
She knew that she should have been at home, tending to the household and the work that needed to be done. But she found that she was not able to concentrate on anything.
She turned her gaze on her son and frowned a little.
“You should have dressed warmer, you’ll catch a chill.” She commented, turning her son into something she could focus her worry on instead of feeling just a general sense of dread as she had been since she had watched her husband and other sons sail off.
Allowing the silence to stretch as long as she needed, Zanon let his own thoughts drift off over the waves to his father and brothers, friends that would be risking their lives along with them. He couldn't be there anymore, would likely never see the field of battle unless it came to the shores of Colchis, and it could drive him mad if he allowed himself to dwell on it. At least here he could ensure that his family was safe, could do what he could to provide support from the safety of home. It was obnoxious to be safe when so many were at risk.
With a nod of agreement that she couldn't see, Zanon knew exactly what she meant. Thanks to the departure of so many there had been an uncanny silence in the town, as if everyone was collectively holding their breath in prayers for their husbands and fathers, brothers and sons. Not all would return and until those who did were back on their shores, everyone would fear mourning. Colchians were a hearty people, used to fighting and sending their men away, but this time had felt different, even than any other war that Zanon had been aware of in the past. It was like they could all feel the foreboding that lay across the sea on Egyptian soil.
"I could say the same to you. The wind feels colder than usual." He smiled at his mother as best he could, knowing her feeling of misplaced worry all too well.
The last time he'd spoken to Vangelis their words had been harsh and unkind, both attacking the other over the Thanasi women that were bearing their children. Zanon had been blinded, surprised by the connection that he hadn't seen and hurt for the friend that Selene had become, hurt by the accusation that he could not feel such friendship. Vangelis had determined that the only reason Zanon must feel for the woman was because he desired her, which could not be further from the truth.
Indeed, Selene had been nothing but an encouragement to be a better husband and father, a friend who could understand and rephrase some of the problems he faced in a way that allowed him to see more clearly. Evras was the only one he could be with now, he'd made a vow that had been broken time and time again and only now after the years had he seen the hurt that was wearing away the woman that was too good for him. It was something he needed to repair, and was doing the best that he could do every day.
"I have been meaning to discuss Dion with you, and his time in the mines. It should have happened long since, but now with the others gone...In your mind is it best to send him now to show our confidence and strength, or keep him safe. In the event of the worst."
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Allowing the silence to stretch as long as she needed, Zanon let his own thoughts drift off over the waves to his father and brothers, friends that would be risking their lives along with them. He couldn't be there anymore, would likely never see the field of battle unless it came to the shores of Colchis, and it could drive him mad if he allowed himself to dwell on it. At least here he could ensure that his family was safe, could do what he could to provide support from the safety of home. It was obnoxious to be safe when so many were at risk.
With a nod of agreement that she couldn't see, Zanon knew exactly what she meant. Thanks to the departure of so many there had been an uncanny silence in the town, as if everyone was collectively holding their breath in prayers for their husbands and fathers, brothers and sons. Not all would return and until those who did were back on their shores, everyone would fear mourning. Colchians were a hearty people, used to fighting and sending their men away, but this time had felt different, even than any other war that Zanon had been aware of in the past. It was like they could all feel the foreboding that lay across the sea on Egyptian soil.
"I could say the same to you. The wind feels colder than usual." He smiled at his mother as best he could, knowing her feeling of misplaced worry all too well.
The last time he'd spoken to Vangelis their words had been harsh and unkind, both attacking the other over the Thanasi women that were bearing their children. Zanon had been blinded, surprised by the connection that he hadn't seen and hurt for the friend that Selene had become, hurt by the accusation that he could not feel such friendship. Vangelis had determined that the only reason Zanon must feel for the woman was because he desired her, which could not be further from the truth.
Indeed, Selene had been nothing but an encouragement to be a better husband and father, a friend who could understand and rephrase some of the problems he faced in a way that allowed him to see more clearly. Evras was the only one he could be with now, he'd made a vow that had been broken time and time again and only now after the years had he seen the hurt that was wearing away the woman that was too good for him. It was something he needed to repair, and was doing the best that he could do every day.
"I have been meaning to discuss Dion with you, and his time in the mines. It should have happened long since, but now with the others gone...In your mind is it best to send him now to show our confidence and strength, or keep him safe. In the event of the worst."
Allowing the silence to stretch as long as she needed, Zanon let his own thoughts drift off over the waves to his father and brothers, friends that would be risking their lives along with them. He couldn't be there anymore, would likely never see the field of battle unless it came to the shores of Colchis, and it could drive him mad if he allowed himself to dwell on it. At least here he could ensure that his family was safe, could do what he could to provide support from the safety of home. It was obnoxious to be safe when so many were at risk.
With a nod of agreement that she couldn't see, Zanon knew exactly what she meant. Thanks to the departure of so many there had been an uncanny silence in the town, as if everyone was collectively holding their breath in prayers for their husbands and fathers, brothers and sons. Not all would return and until those who did were back on their shores, everyone would fear mourning. Colchians were a hearty people, used to fighting and sending their men away, but this time had felt different, even than any other war that Zanon had been aware of in the past. It was like they could all feel the foreboding that lay across the sea on Egyptian soil.
"I could say the same to you. The wind feels colder than usual." He smiled at his mother as best he could, knowing her feeling of misplaced worry all too well.
The last time he'd spoken to Vangelis their words had been harsh and unkind, both attacking the other over the Thanasi women that were bearing their children. Zanon had been blinded, surprised by the connection that he hadn't seen and hurt for the friend that Selene had become, hurt by the accusation that he could not feel such friendship. Vangelis had determined that the only reason Zanon must feel for the woman was because he desired her, which could not be further from the truth.
Indeed, Selene had been nothing but an encouragement to be a better husband and father, a friend who could understand and rephrase some of the problems he faced in a way that allowed him to see more clearly. Evras was the only one he could be with now, he'd made a vow that had been broken time and time again and only now after the years had he seen the hurt that was wearing away the woman that was too good for him. It was something he needed to repair, and was doing the best that he could do every day.
"I have been meaning to discuss Dion with you, and his time in the mines. It should have happened long since, but now with the others gone...In your mind is it best to send him now to show our confidence and strength, or keep him safe. In the event of the worst."
Yanni couldn’t help the small laugh as her son said he returned the sentiment that she should be wearing something warmer with the cold cut of the wind. Fair enough, she supposed she was a mother but he was a grown adult who could decide for himself how cold he was and what he should wear. But that wouldn’t stop her from still worrying about her son. With all of her other sons off to war, and little left for Yanni to worry about at the moment, he likely expected this exact sort of attention from her.
He caught her attention as he mentioned his son and the time he was supposed to have in the mines. She agreed, it was long past due, and she wasn’t quite sure what had happened to delay it this long. But she knew it needed to happen soon, or the people would begin questioning it even more than they were already. But she was worried about sending him, especially now considering most of her family were now on their way to fight a war in Egypt.
“I believe it is in our best interests to send him still.” She said, turning to put a hand on his shoulder.
“I understand it is hard to send him.” She said, giving him a little smile. She dropped her hand from his shoulder.
“But we must show that the Kotas family, and Colchis are still strong. That this war will not bring about the end of our traditions.” She stated, she knew that it would be a hard thing to send his son to the mines, especially now with everything going on. But it needed to happen, for their family and so Colchis didn’t think that their leaders were getting weak and dropping tradition.
The family needed to function as normal, those who remained behind needed to hold down the fort and needed to lead. This was not the first time that Yanni would need to rule in her husbands stead, most of their marriage had been her at home, ruling over Colchis and raising their family while Tython fought the enemies of Colchis to keep his family and his people safe. She had known this upon marrying him, and she had spent over thirty years dealing with this situation.
“We will start the preparations soon, and send him right away. He will do well, the boy is strong. He is a Kotas.” She assured him, giving her son a bit of a smile before her gaze returned once more to the water in front of them. There were a million things going through her mind, a million things that needed to be done, and it felt like there was no time to do any of it. Or maybe she just didn’t have the motivation to do them with most of her family gone.
She knew that she needed to do her work, it was just at the moment she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She needed a little more time, a little more time to deal with her feelings before she went back to business.
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Yanni couldn’t help the small laugh as her son said he returned the sentiment that she should be wearing something warmer with the cold cut of the wind. Fair enough, she supposed she was a mother but he was a grown adult who could decide for himself how cold he was and what he should wear. But that wouldn’t stop her from still worrying about her son. With all of her other sons off to war, and little left for Yanni to worry about at the moment, he likely expected this exact sort of attention from her.
He caught her attention as he mentioned his son and the time he was supposed to have in the mines. She agreed, it was long past due, and she wasn’t quite sure what had happened to delay it this long. But she knew it needed to happen soon, or the people would begin questioning it even more than they were already. But she was worried about sending him, especially now considering most of her family were now on their way to fight a war in Egypt.
“I believe it is in our best interests to send him still.” She said, turning to put a hand on his shoulder.
“I understand it is hard to send him.” She said, giving him a little smile. She dropped her hand from his shoulder.
“But we must show that the Kotas family, and Colchis are still strong. That this war will not bring about the end of our traditions.” She stated, she knew that it would be a hard thing to send his son to the mines, especially now with everything going on. But it needed to happen, for their family and so Colchis didn’t think that their leaders were getting weak and dropping tradition.
The family needed to function as normal, those who remained behind needed to hold down the fort and needed to lead. This was not the first time that Yanni would need to rule in her husbands stead, most of their marriage had been her at home, ruling over Colchis and raising their family while Tython fought the enemies of Colchis to keep his family and his people safe. She had known this upon marrying him, and she had spent over thirty years dealing with this situation.
“We will start the preparations soon, and send him right away. He will do well, the boy is strong. He is a Kotas.” She assured him, giving her son a bit of a smile before her gaze returned once more to the water in front of them. There were a million things going through her mind, a million things that needed to be done, and it felt like there was no time to do any of it. Or maybe she just didn’t have the motivation to do them with most of her family gone.
She knew that she needed to do her work, it was just at the moment she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She needed a little more time, a little more time to deal with her feelings before she went back to business.
Yanni couldn’t help the small laugh as her son said he returned the sentiment that she should be wearing something warmer with the cold cut of the wind. Fair enough, she supposed she was a mother but he was a grown adult who could decide for himself how cold he was and what he should wear. But that wouldn’t stop her from still worrying about her son. With all of her other sons off to war, and little left for Yanni to worry about at the moment, he likely expected this exact sort of attention from her.
He caught her attention as he mentioned his son and the time he was supposed to have in the mines. She agreed, it was long past due, and she wasn’t quite sure what had happened to delay it this long. But she knew it needed to happen soon, or the people would begin questioning it even more than they were already. But she was worried about sending him, especially now considering most of her family were now on their way to fight a war in Egypt.
“I believe it is in our best interests to send him still.” She said, turning to put a hand on his shoulder.
“I understand it is hard to send him.” She said, giving him a little smile. She dropped her hand from his shoulder.
“But we must show that the Kotas family, and Colchis are still strong. That this war will not bring about the end of our traditions.” She stated, she knew that it would be a hard thing to send his son to the mines, especially now with everything going on. But it needed to happen, for their family and so Colchis didn’t think that their leaders were getting weak and dropping tradition.
The family needed to function as normal, those who remained behind needed to hold down the fort and needed to lead. This was not the first time that Yanni would need to rule in her husbands stead, most of their marriage had been her at home, ruling over Colchis and raising their family while Tython fought the enemies of Colchis to keep his family and his people safe. She had known this upon marrying him, and she had spent over thirty years dealing with this situation.
“We will start the preparations soon, and send him right away. He will do well, the boy is strong. He is a Kotas.” She assured him, giving her son a bit of a smile before her gaze returned once more to the water in front of them. There were a million things going through her mind, a million things that needed to be done, and it felt like there was no time to do any of it. Or maybe she just didn’t have the motivation to do them with most of her family gone.
She knew that she needed to do her work, it was just at the moment she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She needed a little more time, a little more time to deal with her feelings before she went back to business.
Zanon nodded in agreement as his mother confirmed what he had been fearing most. They had to send Dion to do his time in the mines. It wouldn't be forever, but with Evras' pregnancy still in fragile condition and the rest of the Kotas family dispersed to war, it made him uneasy to send his only son into the darkness. In a way he supposed it would be safe for him there, should anyone invade or attempt to harm those in the place Dion would not be among them, but there were so many other dangers to face in the darkness. He had been a terrible father for so long, was only just starting to get his family back, he couldn't bear the thought of losing them again so soon.
"I'm not afraid to send him, he is strong enough he will be alright. I worry about what others might try to do." The string of murders through the country had not escaped his notice on top of everything else, the attempts to kill his bother and father had made it clear that someone was working against their family. "We can't lose him, mother. We can't lose another one."
His words were soft, still looking out to the sea where the ships had long since disappeared into the horizon. Yanni would understand the meaning, she had been the one to comfort both him and Evras every time their attempts at expanding the family had come to failure. With each passing miscarriage and stillbirth hope had vanished even more and despair had set in. He had strayed from his marriage and his family, left them to suffer and deal with the backlash alone while he wallowed in his own way. He'd been selfish, but at least Dion had always been strong. This pregnancy seemed different, they had hope, but Zanon could not bring himself to fully embrace the idea of being a father again. Not yet.
A hand came to his face, the tear brushed quickly from the corner of his eye as if his hair had simply gotten in his face. His brothers would mock him for such displays of emotion, but he had been the one to inherit the most of the Taengean temperament, even if his mother had built herself into a strong and solid Colchian queen. The loss of one child in such a way was hard enough, but over the years they had lost five. Five potential children that each could have been special, each could have been the next great general or scholar, the most beautiful or clever. Five that could have been loved and adored and given every opportunity he could manage for them. If they lost Dion, he feared that Evras would break and with it so would their marriage and any chance at furthering their family.
"I will begin to select the guards to accompany him. He has been preparing for this, but we shall choose a date. Perhaps something a bit more subdued than the usual fanfare as it is a time of war after all."
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Zanon nodded in agreement as his mother confirmed what he had been fearing most. They had to send Dion to do his time in the mines. It wouldn't be forever, but with Evras' pregnancy still in fragile condition and the rest of the Kotas family dispersed to war, it made him uneasy to send his only son into the darkness. In a way he supposed it would be safe for him there, should anyone invade or attempt to harm those in the place Dion would not be among them, but there were so many other dangers to face in the darkness. He had been a terrible father for so long, was only just starting to get his family back, he couldn't bear the thought of losing them again so soon.
"I'm not afraid to send him, he is strong enough he will be alright. I worry about what others might try to do." The string of murders through the country had not escaped his notice on top of everything else, the attempts to kill his bother and father had made it clear that someone was working against their family. "We can't lose him, mother. We can't lose another one."
His words were soft, still looking out to the sea where the ships had long since disappeared into the horizon. Yanni would understand the meaning, she had been the one to comfort both him and Evras every time their attempts at expanding the family had come to failure. With each passing miscarriage and stillbirth hope had vanished even more and despair had set in. He had strayed from his marriage and his family, left them to suffer and deal with the backlash alone while he wallowed in his own way. He'd been selfish, but at least Dion had always been strong. This pregnancy seemed different, they had hope, but Zanon could not bring himself to fully embrace the idea of being a father again. Not yet.
A hand came to his face, the tear brushed quickly from the corner of his eye as if his hair had simply gotten in his face. His brothers would mock him for such displays of emotion, but he had been the one to inherit the most of the Taengean temperament, even if his mother had built herself into a strong and solid Colchian queen. The loss of one child in such a way was hard enough, but over the years they had lost five. Five potential children that each could have been special, each could have been the next great general or scholar, the most beautiful or clever. Five that could have been loved and adored and given every opportunity he could manage for them. If they lost Dion, he feared that Evras would break and with it so would their marriage and any chance at furthering their family.
"I will begin to select the guards to accompany him. He has been preparing for this, but we shall choose a date. Perhaps something a bit more subdued than the usual fanfare as it is a time of war after all."
Zanon nodded in agreement as his mother confirmed what he had been fearing most. They had to send Dion to do his time in the mines. It wouldn't be forever, but with Evras' pregnancy still in fragile condition and the rest of the Kotas family dispersed to war, it made him uneasy to send his only son into the darkness. In a way he supposed it would be safe for him there, should anyone invade or attempt to harm those in the place Dion would not be among them, but there were so many other dangers to face in the darkness. He had been a terrible father for so long, was only just starting to get his family back, he couldn't bear the thought of losing them again so soon.
"I'm not afraid to send him, he is strong enough he will be alright. I worry about what others might try to do." The string of murders through the country had not escaped his notice on top of everything else, the attempts to kill his bother and father had made it clear that someone was working against their family. "We can't lose him, mother. We can't lose another one."
His words were soft, still looking out to the sea where the ships had long since disappeared into the horizon. Yanni would understand the meaning, she had been the one to comfort both him and Evras every time their attempts at expanding the family had come to failure. With each passing miscarriage and stillbirth hope had vanished even more and despair had set in. He had strayed from his marriage and his family, left them to suffer and deal with the backlash alone while he wallowed in his own way. He'd been selfish, but at least Dion had always been strong. This pregnancy seemed different, they had hope, but Zanon could not bring himself to fully embrace the idea of being a father again. Not yet.
A hand came to his face, the tear brushed quickly from the corner of his eye as if his hair had simply gotten in his face. His brothers would mock him for such displays of emotion, but he had been the one to inherit the most of the Taengean temperament, even if his mother had built herself into a strong and solid Colchian queen. The loss of one child in such a way was hard enough, but over the years they had lost five. Five potential children that each could have been special, each could have been the next great general or scholar, the most beautiful or clever. Five that could have been loved and adored and given every opportunity he could manage for them. If they lost Dion, he feared that Evras would break and with it so would their marriage and any chance at furthering their family.
"I will begin to select the guards to accompany him. He has been preparing for this, but we shall choose a date. Perhaps something a bit more subdued than the usual fanfare as it is a time of war after all."
“Zanon. We will not lose anyone.” She said firmly, though with most of her family currently off to war, she did not truly believe it, she would stand sure and strong for her son. As she always had for all of her family, whether she felt strong herself or not. She had always stood as a stone, strong and unmoving for her family, despite how she truly felt. The person she had learned to be upon marrying Tython and coming to this land of war and stones. No matter how worried she was herself for the wellbeing of her grandson, on top of everything else she was currently worrying about, she did not need Zanon to know of such things. He would need to see his mother strong, to have faith in her, especially right now.
She shared their pain, perhaps not in the same way, but with the loss of each of her grandchildren that she would never meet, she had felt the sting of the loss and grief of never being able to hold them in her arms and see them grow. Yanni had been lucky, she had brought all of her children to the world healthy and happy, had raised them from youth into fine young adults now. She had never experienced that kind of loss herself, but she had been witness to the loss of these babies, and the drifting of her son from his marriage.
She couldn’t help but wonder if Tython would have been the same had she struggled to bring him children. Could love be so easily broken? Not that it mattered, they were well past their child bearing years, but it was something that still stuck in the back of her mind.
It still broke her heart, to see tears in her sons eyes. She had spent most of her life trying to make sure her children never felt pain or heartbreak, but unfortunately there was nothing she could do to in this instance. It was up to the Gods whether this baby would see the world, or if it would follow the same fate as the ones previous. She had sent up many prayers for the healthy and safety of the new life growing inside Evras. For the sake of her son and her daughter in law, and for the child itself, who might some day grow to do great things.
She moved to pull Zanon into a tight hug, one that only a mother could give, one that was full of love and reassurance. Zanon was the son who was the closest to Yanni in her youth. He held much of the Colchian visage of stone, but she could see the Taengean in him, letting his emotions show through more than the others. He had always been just that little bit more emotional than the rest.
She ended the hug and listened as he spoke once more of his sons impending trip to the mines, nodding.
“I agree. We will keep it small, the word will spread easily enough through Colchis without need for a large send off. There is much on the minds of Colchis, and while something like this will be a much needed distraction and will show Colchis that we stand strong still, a large celebration is not necessary nor appropriate.” Yanni stated, agreeing with her son that Dion’s send off should be kept small. The boy would do fine in the mines, she was sure.
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“Zanon. We will not lose anyone.” She said firmly, though with most of her family currently off to war, she did not truly believe it, she would stand sure and strong for her son. As she always had for all of her family, whether she felt strong herself or not. She had always stood as a stone, strong and unmoving for her family, despite how she truly felt. The person she had learned to be upon marrying Tython and coming to this land of war and stones. No matter how worried she was herself for the wellbeing of her grandson, on top of everything else she was currently worrying about, she did not need Zanon to know of such things. He would need to see his mother strong, to have faith in her, especially right now.
She shared their pain, perhaps not in the same way, but with the loss of each of her grandchildren that she would never meet, she had felt the sting of the loss and grief of never being able to hold them in her arms and see them grow. Yanni had been lucky, she had brought all of her children to the world healthy and happy, had raised them from youth into fine young adults now. She had never experienced that kind of loss herself, but she had been witness to the loss of these babies, and the drifting of her son from his marriage.
She couldn’t help but wonder if Tython would have been the same had she struggled to bring him children. Could love be so easily broken? Not that it mattered, they were well past their child bearing years, but it was something that still stuck in the back of her mind.
It still broke her heart, to see tears in her sons eyes. She had spent most of her life trying to make sure her children never felt pain or heartbreak, but unfortunately there was nothing she could do to in this instance. It was up to the Gods whether this baby would see the world, or if it would follow the same fate as the ones previous. She had sent up many prayers for the healthy and safety of the new life growing inside Evras. For the sake of her son and her daughter in law, and for the child itself, who might some day grow to do great things.
She moved to pull Zanon into a tight hug, one that only a mother could give, one that was full of love and reassurance. Zanon was the son who was the closest to Yanni in her youth. He held much of the Colchian visage of stone, but she could see the Taengean in him, letting his emotions show through more than the others. He had always been just that little bit more emotional than the rest.
She ended the hug and listened as he spoke once more of his sons impending trip to the mines, nodding.
“I agree. We will keep it small, the word will spread easily enough through Colchis without need for a large send off. There is much on the minds of Colchis, and while something like this will be a much needed distraction and will show Colchis that we stand strong still, a large celebration is not necessary nor appropriate.” Yanni stated, agreeing with her son that Dion’s send off should be kept small. The boy would do fine in the mines, she was sure.
“Zanon. We will not lose anyone.” She said firmly, though with most of her family currently off to war, she did not truly believe it, she would stand sure and strong for her son. As she always had for all of her family, whether she felt strong herself or not. She had always stood as a stone, strong and unmoving for her family, despite how she truly felt. The person she had learned to be upon marrying Tython and coming to this land of war and stones. No matter how worried she was herself for the wellbeing of her grandson, on top of everything else she was currently worrying about, she did not need Zanon to know of such things. He would need to see his mother strong, to have faith in her, especially right now.
She shared their pain, perhaps not in the same way, but with the loss of each of her grandchildren that she would never meet, she had felt the sting of the loss and grief of never being able to hold them in her arms and see them grow. Yanni had been lucky, she had brought all of her children to the world healthy and happy, had raised them from youth into fine young adults now. She had never experienced that kind of loss herself, but she had been witness to the loss of these babies, and the drifting of her son from his marriage.
She couldn’t help but wonder if Tython would have been the same had she struggled to bring him children. Could love be so easily broken? Not that it mattered, they were well past their child bearing years, but it was something that still stuck in the back of her mind.
It still broke her heart, to see tears in her sons eyes. She had spent most of her life trying to make sure her children never felt pain or heartbreak, but unfortunately there was nothing she could do to in this instance. It was up to the Gods whether this baby would see the world, or if it would follow the same fate as the ones previous. She had sent up many prayers for the healthy and safety of the new life growing inside Evras. For the sake of her son and her daughter in law, and for the child itself, who might some day grow to do great things.
She moved to pull Zanon into a tight hug, one that only a mother could give, one that was full of love and reassurance. Zanon was the son who was the closest to Yanni in her youth. He held much of the Colchian visage of stone, but she could see the Taengean in him, letting his emotions show through more than the others. He had always been just that little bit more emotional than the rest.
She ended the hug and listened as he spoke once more of his sons impending trip to the mines, nodding.
“I agree. We will keep it small, the word will spread easily enough through Colchis without need for a large send off. There is much on the minds of Colchis, and while something like this will be a much needed distraction and will show Colchis that we stand strong still, a large celebration is not necessary nor appropriate.” Yanni stated, agreeing with her son that Dion’s send off should be kept small. The boy would do fine in the mines, she was sure.
Zanon wrapped his arms around his mother as she folded him into her embrace. Settling his head on her shoulder as he had when he was a child, it was easier to feel calm when she was holding him, in spite of what his brothers might think. Those watching might have scoffed at him for taking comfort in the maternal affection but he didn't care, if anyone dared mock him as a mama's boy he could have no better woman to say he was son to. Yanni of Kotas was a force of nature and he could only hope he was leaving such an impression on his own child.
When they pulled away he nodded with a sigh, knowing full well that the preparations for this would be started as soon as they returned to the house. Dion had been readying himself for the eventual descent into the mines for a while now, studying with his tutors the different methods of mining and the sorts of gems and metals that could be found beneath their feet. Zanon had sat in on a few of the more recent lessons to be sure that his son was learning all he needed to know, and was pleased with the boy's progress. Before his eyes Dion was turning into a proper young man, no longer a boy but one of the Kotas princes who would continue the legacy of the family beyond when they were all gone.
"He will be ready. And he will make us all proud, I'm certain of it." But it was still so hard to let him go. "I will speak to him and Evras, I think it would be best if it was just us, and perhaps Magnus and his family. Something small and manageable."
Something to keep the Thanasi away from his son and away from trying to seize any further grip they might have on Colchis. He didn't want Thea and his fool brother's bastard there, and they couldn't ask one noble family without telling the others. Tythra, Imeeya, and Essa were perhaps the exceptions to that rule, given their relation.
"Will you return with me? Or do you need more time?"
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Zanon wrapped his arms around his mother as she folded him into her embrace. Settling his head on her shoulder as he had when he was a child, it was easier to feel calm when she was holding him, in spite of what his brothers might think. Those watching might have scoffed at him for taking comfort in the maternal affection but he didn't care, if anyone dared mock him as a mama's boy he could have no better woman to say he was son to. Yanni of Kotas was a force of nature and he could only hope he was leaving such an impression on his own child.
When they pulled away he nodded with a sigh, knowing full well that the preparations for this would be started as soon as they returned to the house. Dion had been readying himself for the eventual descent into the mines for a while now, studying with his tutors the different methods of mining and the sorts of gems and metals that could be found beneath their feet. Zanon had sat in on a few of the more recent lessons to be sure that his son was learning all he needed to know, and was pleased with the boy's progress. Before his eyes Dion was turning into a proper young man, no longer a boy but one of the Kotas princes who would continue the legacy of the family beyond when they were all gone.
"He will be ready. And he will make us all proud, I'm certain of it." But it was still so hard to let him go. "I will speak to him and Evras, I think it would be best if it was just us, and perhaps Magnus and his family. Something small and manageable."
Something to keep the Thanasi away from his son and away from trying to seize any further grip they might have on Colchis. He didn't want Thea and his fool brother's bastard there, and they couldn't ask one noble family without telling the others. Tythra, Imeeya, and Essa were perhaps the exceptions to that rule, given their relation.
"Will you return with me? Or do you need more time?"
Zanon wrapped his arms around his mother as she folded him into her embrace. Settling his head on her shoulder as he had when he was a child, it was easier to feel calm when she was holding him, in spite of what his brothers might think. Those watching might have scoffed at him for taking comfort in the maternal affection but he didn't care, if anyone dared mock him as a mama's boy he could have no better woman to say he was son to. Yanni of Kotas was a force of nature and he could only hope he was leaving such an impression on his own child.
When they pulled away he nodded with a sigh, knowing full well that the preparations for this would be started as soon as they returned to the house. Dion had been readying himself for the eventual descent into the mines for a while now, studying with his tutors the different methods of mining and the sorts of gems and metals that could be found beneath their feet. Zanon had sat in on a few of the more recent lessons to be sure that his son was learning all he needed to know, and was pleased with the boy's progress. Before his eyes Dion was turning into a proper young man, no longer a boy but one of the Kotas princes who would continue the legacy of the family beyond when they were all gone.
"He will be ready. And he will make us all proud, I'm certain of it." But it was still so hard to let him go. "I will speak to him and Evras, I think it would be best if it was just us, and perhaps Magnus and his family. Something small and manageable."
Something to keep the Thanasi away from his son and away from trying to seize any further grip they might have on Colchis. He didn't want Thea and his fool brother's bastard there, and they couldn't ask one noble family without telling the others. Tythra, Imeeya, and Essa were perhaps the exceptions to that rule, given their relation.
"Will you return with me? Or do you need more time?"
Zanon had always been more affectionate than his brothers, had enjoyed his mothers hugs more than the others. He was the softer of her boys, had always been that way. Taking more after her side of the family than the stone of the Kotas in that regard. The embrace was bracing for both mother and son, comfort in the bond of parent and child while the majority of the rest of their family was off at war. Putting their lives on the line for the safety of their countrymen. Moments like these were too few and far between for Yanni’s liking. Now that her sons were all grown, they didn’t need their mother like they used to.
“If you think one child going to the mines is hard, try sending four foolhardy sons off.” She said, trying to lighten the mood just a bit between them. It was tough, seeing them off to the mines. But not as tough as when they started marching off to war. She had watched them one by one take up the sword beside their father and had spent many sleepless nights worrying for their safety and praying to the Gods that they would all be returned to her.
When he asked if she was going to return with him, she took one more fleeting glance out towards the water, as if in the time they had spoken, Tython’s ship would have returned to the shores and she would be greeted by her husband’s warm embrace.
Of course, that wasn’t possible. He would be gone much longer, if he would come home at all. She could stare at the water all she wanted, but it would do them no good. She had a kingdom to run in the stead of her husband.
“I will return.” She stated. It was probably best she stopped wallowing in her despair and instead focused on her work. She had a lot to do, had to make sure that Colchis was doing well, as well as making sure any necessary supplies were sent to those who fought on foreign shores. There was a lot of responsibility she held, and she was used to such things. She was fairly certain she had spent more time ruling Colchis than Tython had, her husband seemed to be off fighting more often than not. A thing which she had known was a possibility since their marriage had been arranged.
She turned and looped her arm in her sons, needing to be close to her son for as long as she could.
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Zanon had always been more affectionate than his brothers, had enjoyed his mothers hugs more than the others. He was the softer of her boys, had always been that way. Taking more after her side of the family than the stone of the Kotas in that regard. The embrace was bracing for both mother and son, comfort in the bond of parent and child while the majority of the rest of their family was off at war. Putting their lives on the line for the safety of their countrymen. Moments like these were too few and far between for Yanni’s liking. Now that her sons were all grown, they didn’t need their mother like they used to.
“If you think one child going to the mines is hard, try sending four foolhardy sons off.” She said, trying to lighten the mood just a bit between them. It was tough, seeing them off to the mines. But not as tough as when they started marching off to war. She had watched them one by one take up the sword beside their father and had spent many sleepless nights worrying for their safety and praying to the Gods that they would all be returned to her.
When he asked if she was going to return with him, she took one more fleeting glance out towards the water, as if in the time they had spoken, Tython’s ship would have returned to the shores and she would be greeted by her husband’s warm embrace.
Of course, that wasn’t possible. He would be gone much longer, if he would come home at all. She could stare at the water all she wanted, but it would do them no good. She had a kingdom to run in the stead of her husband.
“I will return.” She stated. It was probably best she stopped wallowing in her despair and instead focused on her work. She had a lot to do, had to make sure that Colchis was doing well, as well as making sure any necessary supplies were sent to those who fought on foreign shores. There was a lot of responsibility she held, and she was used to such things. She was fairly certain she had spent more time ruling Colchis than Tython had, her husband seemed to be off fighting more often than not. A thing which she had known was a possibility since their marriage had been arranged.
She turned and looped her arm in her sons, needing to be close to her son for as long as she could.
Zanon had always been more affectionate than his brothers, had enjoyed his mothers hugs more than the others. He was the softer of her boys, had always been that way. Taking more after her side of the family than the stone of the Kotas in that regard. The embrace was bracing for both mother and son, comfort in the bond of parent and child while the majority of the rest of their family was off at war. Putting their lives on the line for the safety of their countrymen. Moments like these were too few and far between for Yanni’s liking. Now that her sons were all grown, they didn’t need their mother like they used to.
“If you think one child going to the mines is hard, try sending four foolhardy sons off.” She said, trying to lighten the mood just a bit between them. It was tough, seeing them off to the mines. But not as tough as when they started marching off to war. She had watched them one by one take up the sword beside their father and had spent many sleepless nights worrying for their safety and praying to the Gods that they would all be returned to her.
When he asked if she was going to return with him, she took one more fleeting glance out towards the water, as if in the time they had spoken, Tython’s ship would have returned to the shores and she would be greeted by her husband’s warm embrace.
Of course, that wasn’t possible. He would be gone much longer, if he would come home at all. She could stare at the water all she wanted, but it would do them no good. She had a kingdom to run in the stead of her husband.
“I will return.” She stated. It was probably best she stopped wallowing in her despair and instead focused on her work. She had a lot to do, had to make sure that Colchis was doing well, as well as making sure any necessary supplies were sent to those who fought on foreign shores. There was a lot of responsibility she held, and she was used to such things. She was fairly certain she had spent more time ruling Colchis than Tython had, her husband seemed to be off fighting more often than not. A thing which she had known was a possibility since their marriage had been arranged.
She turned and looped her arm in her sons, needing to be close to her son for as long as she could.
