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When they had been forced to flee from Taengea with her contractions begun and no midwife to help her, she had thought perhaps that would be the worst of it. When she gave birth and saw her husband's disappointment at the sight of his daughter as she screamed in pain, then she thought perhaps it could not be worse. Even after Stephanos had been wounded trying to defend a king that had come back from the dead, in her misery she had hoped that it would be no worse than this. Somehow hearing that their enemy, the reason they had been forced to flee, had died so soon after they left and her sister had taken her place was even worse.
It felt like the ultimate betrayal, her sister happily sitting on the throne she had occupied for barely four months before Irakles had tried to kill her family. That Achilleas and Theodora had simply taken it upon themselves to take what wasn't theirs instead of trying to find the rightful rulers. That they didn't care to even see that their sister and brother in law were alright. They were related twice over now, the grooms cousins and the brides sisters, and there had been no care given to them. No word sent. Only acceptance of the victory that had been falsely won.
The attack on the two kings of Colchis and injury of her husband on top of the pain she was almost constantly in had taken everything from her, and though she had seen her mother and sisters briefly at the feast before all was interrupted, there had been no time to speak properly. She should have gone to find her mother, taken Tisiphone to meet the grandmother she had never known, but she found no strength to get out of bed. She didn't know how long her daughter had been crying, only that Stephanos had left them for the day to assist Vangelis and there were no maids about to help, no sisters or mother or Desma to guide her.
Her own cheeks were wet with tears as she struggled to push herself upright, pale and exhausted from the lack of sleep, and the lack of food. Seeing Vangelis' poisoning had once again triggered her fear of it, reminding her that they had been able to eat nothing in Taengea for terror of being poisoned themselves. She was in pain, different than birth itself. Every part of her felt sore and raw, not just parts torn apart by the arrival of her child, but her heart as well, as if the pain was coming not just from things that had happened to her but within as well. Trying to sing the lullaby her mother had sung to them to calm Tisi felt impossible, her voice broke after every note, and she slid to her knees as soon as she tried to stand, bracing herself on her forearms and sobbing with the frustration of being incapable of caring for her own child.
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When they had been forced to flee from Taengea with her contractions begun and no midwife to help her, she had thought perhaps that would be the worst of it. When she gave birth and saw her husband's disappointment at the sight of his daughter as she screamed in pain, then she thought perhaps it could not be worse. Even after Stephanos had been wounded trying to defend a king that had come back from the dead, in her misery she had hoped that it would be no worse than this. Somehow hearing that their enemy, the reason they had been forced to flee, had died so soon after they left and her sister had taken her place was even worse.
It felt like the ultimate betrayal, her sister happily sitting on the throne she had occupied for barely four months before Irakles had tried to kill her family. That Achilleas and Theodora had simply taken it upon themselves to take what wasn't theirs instead of trying to find the rightful rulers. That they didn't care to even see that their sister and brother in law were alright. They were related twice over now, the grooms cousins and the brides sisters, and there had been no care given to them. No word sent. Only acceptance of the victory that had been falsely won.
The attack on the two kings of Colchis and injury of her husband on top of the pain she was almost constantly in had taken everything from her, and though she had seen her mother and sisters briefly at the feast before all was interrupted, there had been no time to speak properly. She should have gone to find her mother, taken Tisiphone to meet the grandmother she had never known, but she found no strength to get out of bed. She didn't know how long her daughter had been crying, only that Stephanos had left them for the day to assist Vangelis and there were no maids about to help, no sisters or mother or Desma to guide her.
Her own cheeks were wet with tears as she struggled to push herself upright, pale and exhausted from the lack of sleep, and the lack of food. Seeing Vangelis' poisoning had once again triggered her fear of it, reminding her that they had been able to eat nothing in Taengea for terror of being poisoned themselves. She was in pain, different than birth itself. Every part of her felt sore and raw, not just parts torn apart by the arrival of her child, but her heart as well, as if the pain was coming not just from things that had happened to her but within as well. Trying to sing the lullaby her mother had sung to them to calm Tisi felt impossible, her voice broke after every note, and she slid to her knees as soon as she tried to stand, bracing herself on her forearms and sobbing with the frustration of being incapable of caring for her own child.
When they had been forced to flee from Taengea with her contractions begun and no midwife to help her, she had thought perhaps that would be the worst of it. When she gave birth and saw her husband's disappointment at the sight of his daughter as she screamed in pain, then she thought perhaps it could not be worse. Even after Stephanos had been wounded trying to defend a king that had come back from the dead, in her misery she had hoped that it would be no worse than this. Somehow hearing that their enemy, the reason they had been forced to flee, had died so soon after they left and her sister had taken her place was even worse.
It felt like the ultimate betrayal, her sister happily sitting on the throne she had occupied for barely four months before Irakles had tried to kill her family. That Achilleas and Theodora had simply taken it upon themselves to take what wasn't theirs instead of trying to find the rightful rulers. That they didn't care to even see that their sister and brother in law were alright. They were related twice over now, the grooms cousins and the brides sisters, and there had been no care given to them. No word sent. Only acceptance of the victory that had been falsely won.
The attack on the two kings of Colchis and injury of her husband on top of the pain she was almost constantly in had taken everything from her, and though she had seen her mother and sisters briefly at the feast before all was interrupted, there had been no time to speak properly. She should have gone to find her mother, taken Tisiphone to meet the grandmother she had never known, but she found no strength to get out of bed. She didn't know how long her daughter had been crying, only that Stephanos had left them for the day to assist Vangelis and there were no maids about to help, no sisters or mother or Desma to guide her.
Her own cheeks were wet with tears as she struggled to push herself upright, pale and exhausted from the lack of sleep, and the lack of food. Seeing Vangelis' poisoning had once again triggered her fear of it, reminding her that they had been able to eat nothing in Taengea for terror of being poisoned themselves. She was in pain, different than birth itself. Every part of her felt sore and raw, not just parts torn apart by the arrival of her child, but her heart as well, as if the pain was coming not just from things that had happened to her but within as well. Trying to sing the lullaby her mother had sung to them to calm Tisi felt impossible, her voice broke after every note, and she slid to her knees as soon as she tried to stand, bracing herself on her forearms and sobbing with the frustration of being incapable of caring for her own child.
The main reason Evelli had traversed the seas of the Aegean to visit Colchis even though she seems to have recently developed seasickness and had been unable to keep a majority of her food down the whole way there, was for her daughter - specifically, the one who just became a mother.
Evelli had been happy when Olympia got pregnant - okay maybe not at first, considering the circusmtances, but later as things ironed themselves out and she got married to Stephanos, Evelli had been happy. She had intended for her daughter to get the best, to be surrounded by the best midwifes who had personally saw Evelli give birth to her, and to have the best aftercare. Instead, what Evelli got to know via heresay on her way to Colchis, was that Olympia may have lost her life.
The relief she felt when Selene reassured her that had not been the case was palpable, as was the fact that she had seen Olympia hale and hearty at the feast. That had perhaps, been the only good thing to come out of that disastrous meal that had intended to be a welcome to their arrival. That Olympia had birthed a daughter was perhaps a slight worry to Evelli, considering the circumstances that surrounded her and her husband, but it was nothing compared to the relief Evelli felt that she was alive.
Eager to see Olympia, Evelli however, had to temper her frustrations when the girl was called along with her husband to have a private session with the Colchian royalty, and finished late in the night that Evelli had already long fallen asleep before she could see her.
As such, the woman made it a point to wake up early that day, gathering all the gifts that had been passed to her for the newborn, before trudging her way up to find her daughter. She was dressed simply, a white chiton with gold embellishments of the sparses kind. She intended to carry Tisiphone, and as such wanted no dangerous jewelry which the young infant would be harmed with, but more then that, Evelli simply wanted to not spend time doing up her looks. She had a daughter to look after.
With an armload of gifts all piled in a box, there was everything from herbs and food meant for both mother and baby from Taengea wrapped up in paper, a silver rattle from Imma for her new niece, a string-drawn toy horse carved of the finest wood with the Leventi crest on its side, and Evelli herself had prepared a beautifully silk teal colored swaddle for the baby. On top of all the toys, Evelli had also brought along a newly made silk chiton in the family colors, picked by both herself and Georgios for Olympia, and it was with excitement in her step that the new grandmother carried this all up to where the servants had informed her Pia's room would be.
While she was not at all surprised by crying, for a baby spent much of its day crying, but what had surprised Evelli as she got to the front of the door, was that mixed with the babies cries, sounded like soft sobs of a grown woman herself. Alarmed, Evelli quickly knocked and let herself in, her eyes widening when she saw the form of her daughter braced but on her knees on the ground with one arm carrying the infant, tears clearly on her cheeks.
The woman was quick to drop the box of gifts, dashing over with a soft coo as she slipped arms under Olympia's, careful to support the one cradling the newborn whilst her other hand helped Olympia to her feet, all while she crooned. "Oh sweetpea, what's the matter? Tell Mama, let Mama help you sweetheart."
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The main reason Evelli had traversed the seas of the Aegean to visit Colchis even though she seems to have recently developed seasickness and had been unable to keep a majority of her food down the whole way there, was for her daughter - specifically, the one who just became a mother.
Evelli had been happy when Olympia got pregnant - okay maybe not at first, considering the circusmtances, but later as things ironed themselves out and she got married to Stephanos, Evelli had been happy. She had intended for her daughter to get the best, to be surrounded by the best midwifes who had personally saw Evelli give birth to her, and to have the best aftercare. Instead, what Evelli got to know via heresay on her way to Colchis, was that Olympia may have lost her life.
The relief she felt when Selene reassured her that had not been the case was palpable, as was the fact that she had seen Olympia hale and hearty at the feast. That had perhaps, been the only good thing to come out of that disastrous meal that had intended to be a welcome to their arrival. That Olympia had birthed a daughter was perhaps a slight worry to Evelli, considering the circumstances that surrounded her and her husband, but it was nothing compared to the relief Evelli felt that she was alive.
Eager to see Olympia, Evelli however, had to temper her frustrations when the girl was called along with her husband to have a private session with the Colchian royalty, and finished late in the night that Evelli had already long fallen asleep before she could see her.
As such, the woman made it a point to wake up early that day, gathering all the gifts that had been passed to her for the newborn, before trudging her way up to find her daughter. She was dressed simply, a white chiton with gold embellishments of the sparses kind. She intended to carry Tisiphone, and as such wanted no dangerous jewelry which the young infant would be harmed with, but more then that, Evelli simply wanted to not spend time doing up her looks. She had a daughter to look after.
With an armload of gifts all piled in a box, there was everything from herbs and food meant for both mother and baby from Taengea wrapped up in paper, a silver rattle from Imma for her new niece, a string-drawn toy horse carved of the finest wood with the Leventi crest on its side, and Evelli herself had prepared a beautifully silk teal colored swaddle for the baby. On top of all the toys, Evelli had also brought along a newly made silk chiton in the family colors, picked by both herself and Georgios for Olympia, and it was with excitement in her step that the new grandmother carried this all up to where the servants had informed her Pia's room would be.
While she was not at all surprised by crying, for a baby spent much of its day crying, but what had surprised Evelli as she got to the front of the door, was that mixed with the babies cries, sounded like soft sobs of a grown woman herself. Alarmed, Evelli quickly knocked and let herself in, her eyes widening when she saw the form of her daughter braced but on her knees on the ground with one arm carrying the infant, tears clearly on her cheeks.
The woman was quick to drop the box of gifts, dashing over with a soft coo as she slipped arms under Olympia's, careful to support the one cradling the newborn whilst her other hand helped Olympia to her feet, all while she crooned. "Oh sweetpea, what's the matter? Tell Mama, let Mama help you sweetheart."
The main reason Evelli had traversed the seas of the Aegean to visit Colchis even though she seems to have recently developed seasickness and had been unable to keep a majority of her food down the whole way there, was for her daughter - specifically, the one who just became a mother.
Evelli had been happy when Olympia got pregnant - okay maybe not at first, considering the circusmtances, but later as things ironed themselves out and she got married to Stephanos, Evelli had been happy. She had intended for her daughter to get the best, to be surrounded by the best midwifes who had personally saw Evelli give birth to her, and to have the best aftercare. Instead, what Evelli got to know via heresay on her way to Colchis, was that Olympia may have lost her life.
The relief she felt when Selene reassured her that had not been the case was palpable, as was the fact that she had seen Olympia hale and hearty at the feast. That had perhaps, been the only good thing to come out of that disastrous meal that had intended to be a welcome to their arrival. That Olympia had birthed a daughter was perhaps a slight worry to Evelli, considering the circumstances that surrounded her and her husband, but it was nothing compared to the relief Evelli felt that she was alive.
Eager to see Olympia, Evelli however, had to temper her frustrations when the girl was called along with her husband to have a private session with the Colchian royalty, and finished late in the night that Evelli had already long fallen asleep before she could see her.
As such, the woman made it a point to wake up early that day, gathering all the gifts that had been passed to her for the newborn, before trudging her way up to find her daughter. She was dressed simply, a white chiton with gold embellishments of the sparses kind. She intended to carry Tisiphone, and as such wanted no dangerous jewelry which the young infant would be harmed with, but more then that, Evelli simply wanted to not spend time doing up her looks. She had a daughter to look after.
With an armload of gifts all piled in a box, there was everything from herbs and food meant for both mother and baby from Taengea wrapped up in paper, a silver rattle from Imma for her new niece, a string-drawn toy horse carved of the finest wood with the Leventi crest on its side, and Evelli herself had prepared a beautifully silk teal colored swaddle for the baby. On top of all the toys, Evelli had also brought along a newly made silk chiton in the family colors, picked by both herself and Georgios for Olympia, and it was with excitement in her step that the new grandmother carried this all up to where the servants had informed her Pia's room would be.
While she was not at all surprised by crying, for a baby spent much of its day crying, but what had surprised Evelli as she got to the front of the door, was that mixed with the babies cries, sounded like soft sobs of a grown woman herself. Alarmed, Evelli quickly knocked and let herself in, her eyes widening when she saw the form of her daughter braced but on her knees on the ground with one arm carrying the infant, tears clearly on her cheeks.
The woman was quick to drop the box of gifts, dashing over with a soft coo as she slipped arms under Olympia's, careful to support the one cradling the newborn whilst her other hand helped Olympia to her feet, all while she crooned. "Oh sweetpea, what's the matter? Tell Mama, let Mama help you sweetheart."
The knock escaped her entirely, between her own sobs and the cries of her daughter. No one came to see her except Selene and her sister had given over knocking entirely, even until last night Stephanos had been avoiding her as much as possible. Now he was gone again and her sister deserved time to herself, deserved to spend time with Vangelis and his family especially after the shock that had been given to them all and the fear of his death. Her heart hurt when she thought of how much Selene loved him, it was plain to see and she could only hope that the man her sister adored would love and care for her properly, instead of leaving her alone.
Her mother's hands beneath her own allowed Olympia to release her child, crumpling completely now that there was no need for her to stay upright. Ever since she had been born being the only one holding Tisiphone had kept her alive, though she had considered many times how easy it would be to step off the boat in the darkness of the night, or simply walk to the cliffs at the edge of Colchis and keep walking past their end. When she had thought of being a mother in the past it had been something exciting, something she wanted so badly even as it scared her, but the childish dreams and the reality could not have been more different.
Shaking her head as Evelli asked what was wrong, Pia didn't know how to tell her mother that she did not want to continue. How could she tell the woman who had birthed her and four other children that she couldn't do this after the strength and energy it had taken to bring her up to adulthood. She felt as pale as the white sleeping shift she wore, her hair tangled from sleeping in the pins of the night's celebration, the furthest from appearing a queen she had ever been.
"I can't do this, Mama. Everything is wrong, it hurts." Another wail from Tisiphone sent her spiraling into further sobs, letting her mother lift her to her feet enough to stumble back to the bed. Her chest ached with what little milk she could give, both of them needed her daughter to nurse but she didn't feel as if she had the strength to hold herself up, much less her child.
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The knock escaped her entirely, between her own sobs and the cries of her daughter. No one came to see her except Selene and her sister had given over knocking entirely, even until last night Stephanos had been avoiding her as much as possible. Now he was gone again and her sister deserved time to herself, deserved to spend time with Vangelis and his family especially after the shock that had been given to them all and the fear of his death. Her heart hurt when she thought of how much Selene loved him, it was plain to see and she could only hope that the man her sister adored would love and care for her properly, instead of leaving her alone.
Her mother's hands beneath her own allowed Olympia to release her child, crumpling completely now that there was no need for her to stay upright. Ever since she had been born being the only one holding Tisiphone had kept her alive, though she had considered many times how easy it would be to step off the boat in the darkness of the night, or simply walk to the cliffs at the edge of Colchis and keep walking past their end. When she had thought of being a mother in the past it had been something exciting, something she wanted so badly even as it scared her, but the childish dreams and the reality could not have been more different.
Shaking her head as Evelli asked what was wrong, Pia didn't know how to tell her mother that she did not want to continue. How could she tell the woman who had birthed her and four other children that she couldn't do this after the strength and energy it had taken to bring her up to adulthood. She felt as pale as the white sleeping shift she wore, her hair tangled from sleeping in the pins of the night's celebration, the furthest from appearing a queen she had ever been.
"I can't do this, Mama. Everything is wrong, it hurts." Another wail from Tisiphone sent her spiraling into further sobs, letting her mother lift her to her feet enough to stumble back to the bed. Her chest ached with what little milk she could give, both of them needed her daughter to nurse but she didn't feel as if she had the strength to hold herself up, much less her child.
The knock escaped her entirely, between her own sobs and the cries of her daughter. No one came to see her except Selene and her sister had given over knocking entirely, even until last night Stephanos had been avoiding her as much as possible. Now he was gone again and her sister deserved time to herself, deserved to spend time with Vangelis and his family especially after the shock that had been given to them all and the fear of his death. Her heart hurt when she thought of how much Selene loved him, it was plain to see and she could only hope that the man her sister adored would love and care for her properly, instead of leaving her alone.
Her mother's hands beneath her own allowed Olympia to release her child, crumpling completely now that there was no need for her to stay upright. Ever since she had been born being the only one holding Tisiphone had kept her alive, though she had considered many times how easy it would be to step off the boat in the darkness of the night, or simply walk to the cliffs at the edge of Colchis and keep walking past their end. When she had thought of being a mother in the past it had been something exciting, something she wanted so badly even as it scared her, but the childish dreams and the reality could not have been more different.
Shaking her head as Evelli asked what was wrong, Pia didn't know how to tell her mother that she did not want to continue. How could she tell the woman who had birthed her and four other children that she couldn't do this after the strength and energy it had taken to bring her up to adulthood. She felt as pale as the white sleeping shift she wore, her hair tangled from sleeping in the pins of the night's celebration, the furthest from appearing a queen she had ever been.
"I can't do this, Mama. Everything is wrong, it hurts." Another wail from Tisiphone sent her spiraling into further sobs, letting her mother lift her to her feet enough to stumble back to the bed. Her chest ached with what little milk she could give, both of them needed her daughter to nurse but she didn't feel as if she had the strength to hold herself up, much less her child.
Had Olympia not been happy? Evelli had not seen any traces of sadness or distress in the event the night before, but then again with the amount of people at the event, it wasn't as if either of them got to properly catch up and for Evelli to ask if Olympia had fully recovered. Did they not manage to get a midwife to look over her once they had arrived in Colchis? What was Stephanos thinking?
Surges of worry for Olympia and anger at Stephanos took turns, but after five girl's, Evelli knew how to prioritize, and she was quick to get her daughter back on her feet, knowing full well that her shaking her head was not an indicator at all of how she was doing. It was quite obvious Olympia was not in a good state, and Evelli would be damned before she just left her be.
Evelli made soothing sounds as Olympia wailed as her daughter did, making sure the brunette was settled in bed, before she rocked her crying granddaughter, all whilst her eyes looked over first the young infant, and then her teary daughter. "What hurts, sweetpea, tell Mama?" she murmured, going closer when Tisiphone's wails dissipated a little as Evelli let drew the edges of the young infant's lips with her thumb. The child was hungry, and it was easy for the experienced mother to see when Tisiphone latched on her thumb, tried to suckle but failed, only to let out another loud wail.
One quick look was enough to tell Evelli that her pins from the night before still remained in her hair, and it was obvious she's had no help, on top of looking as pale as a sheet. Where was a wet nurse? Olympia couldn't be feeding the child herself, not in the state she was in.
Making a quick decision, Evelli perched by Olympia's side, using her free hand to arrange her daughter's feet so they laid on the bed, before leaning forward. Angling it just so, Evelli held Olympia's arm up with one hand, and more or less spilled Tisiphone into the cradle of her arms, before getting to work rearranging Olympia's cradle of her own child. Over the years, Evelli had learned a method in which she could cradle a child that allowed them access to her milk, yet at the same time would not completely exhaust her supporting arm. It was a necessity, especially when she had given birth to Olympia herself, and had two chattering elder daughter's to entertain while feeding the newborn.
Finally grabbing a pillow, she placed it under Olympia's arms, and then twisted Tisiphone's head gently to help her find the milk source, and smiled softly when she finally latched on and started her feed. "Does it hurt when she feeds, Pia?" she murmured, finally turning to look at her girl. Her heart broke instantly at the tired look of the girl, and once she was firm in the knowledge that Pia could at least hold her daughter up, Evelli moved so she now sat behind the brunette, shifting so Olympia would lean against her, and then began the familiar motion of unhooking and unfurling her hair from pins.
It was an act she used to do long ago, when Olympia used to be younger and was attending her first few court functions. Evelli had used that time to listen to what Olympia's experience of court had been as she personally got her ready for bed, and now she merely wanted to provide the same comfort as she did then, humming softly and soothingly as she worked. "Tell Mama, Mama's here to help you sweetheart. I'm sorry I came late."
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Had Olympia not been happy? Evelli had not seen any traces of sadness or distress in the event the night before, but then again with the amount of people at the event, it wasn't as if either of them got to properly catch up and for Evelli to ask if Olympia had fully recovered. Did they not manage to get a midwife to look over her once they had arrived in Colchis? What was Stephanos thinking?
Surges of worry for Olympia and anger at Stephanos took turns, but after five girl's, Evelli knew how to prioritize, and she was quick to get her daughter back on her feet, knowing full well that her shaking her head was not an indicator at all of how she was doing. It was quite obvious Olympia was not in a good state, and Evelli would be damned before she just left her be.
Evelli made soothing sounds as Olympia wailed as her daughter did, making sure the brunette was settled in bed, before she rocked her crying granddaughter, all whilst her eyes looked over first the young infant, and then her teary daughter. "What hurts, sweetpea, tell Mama?" she murmured, going closer when Tisiphone's wails dissipated a little as Evelli let drew the edges of the young infant's lips with her thumb. The child was hungry, and it was easy for the experienced mother to see when Tisiphone latched on her thumb, tried to suckle but failed, only to let out another loud wail.
One quick look was enough to tell Evelli that her pins from the night before still remained in her hair, and it was obvious she's had no help, on top of looking as pale as a sheet. Where was a wet nurse? Olympia couldn't be feeding the child herself, not in the state she was in.
Making a quick decision, Evelli perched by Olympia's side, using her free hand to arrange her daughter's feet so they laid on the bed, before leaning forward. Angling it just so, Evelli held Olympia's arm up with one hand, and more or less spilled Tisiphone into the cradle of her arms, before getting to work rearranging Olympia's cradle of her own child. Over the years, Evelli had learned a method in which she could cradle a child that allowed them access to her milk, yet at the same time would not completely exhaust her supporting arm. It was a necessity, especially when she had given birth to Olympia herself, and had two chattering elder daughter's to entertain while feeding the newborn.
Finally grabbing a pillow, she placed it under Olympia's arms, and then twisted Tisiphone's head gently to help her find the milk source, and smiled softly when she finally latched on and started her feed. "Does it hurt when she feeds, Pia?" she murmured, finally turning to look at her girl. Her heart broke instantly at the tired look of the girl, and once she was firm in the knowledge that Pia could at least hold her daughter up, Evelli moved so she now sat behind the brunette, shifting so Olympia would lean against her, and then began the familiar motion of unhooking and unfurling her hair from pins.
It was an act she used to do long ago, when Olympia used to be younger and was attending her first few court functions. Evelli had used that time to listen to what Olympia's experience of court had been as she personally got her ready for bed, and now she merely wanted to provide the same comfort as she did then, humming softly and soothingly as she worked. "Tell Mama, Mama's here to help you sweetheart. I'm sorry I came late."
Had Olympia not been happy? Evelli had not seen any traces of sadness or distress in the event the night before, but then again with the amount of people at the event, it wasn't as if either of them got to properly catch up and for Evelli to ask if Olympia had fully recovered. Did they not manage to get a midwife to look over her once they had arrived in Colchis? What was Stephanos thinking?
Surges of worry for Olympia and anger at Stephanos took turns, but after five girl's, Evelli knew how to prioritize, and she was quick to get her daughter back on her feet, knowing full well that her shaking her head was not an indicator at all of how she was doing. It was quite obvious Olympia was not in a good state, and Evelli would be damned before she just left her be.
Evelli made soothing sounds as Olympia wailed as her daughter did, making sure the brunette was settled in bed, before she rocked her crying granddaughter, all whilst her eyes looked over first the young infant, and then her teary daughter. "What hurts, sweetpea, tell Mama?" she murmured, going closer when Tisiphone's wails dissipated a little as Evelli let drew the edges of the young infant's lips with her thumb. The child was hungry, and it was easy for the experienced mother to see when Tisiphone latched on her thumb, tried to suckle but failed, only to let out another loud wail.
One quick look was enough to tell Evelli that her pins from the night before still remained in her hair, and it was obvious she's had no help, on top of looking as pale as a sheet. Where was a wet nurse? Olympia couldn't be feeding the child herself, not in the state she was in.
Making a quick decision, Evelli perched by Olympia's side, using her free hand to arrange her daughter's feet so they laid on the bed, before leaning forward. Angling it just so, Evelli held Olympia's arm up with one hand, and more or less spilled Tisiphone into the cradle of her arms, before getting to work rearranging Olympia's cradle of her own child. Over the years, Evelli had learned a method in which she could cradle a child that allowed them access to her milk, yet at the same time would not completely exhaust her supporting arm. It was a necessity, especially when she had given birth to Olympia herself, and had two chattering elder daughter's to entertain while feeding the newborn.
Finally grabbing a pillow, she placed it under Olympia's arms, and then twisted Tisiphone's head gently to help her find the milk source, and smiled softly when she finally latched on and started her feed. "Does it hurt when she feeds, Pia?" she murmured, finally turning to look at her girl. Her heart broke instantly at the tired look of the girl, and once she was firm in the knowledge that Pia could at least hold her daughter up, Evelli moved so she now sat behind the brunette, shifting so Olympia would lean against her, and then began the familiar motion of unhooking and unfurling her hair from pins.
It was an act she used to do long ago, when Olympia used to be younger and was attending her first few court functions. Evelli had used that time to listen to what Olympia's experience of court had been as she personally got her ready for bed, and now she merely wanted to provide the same comfort as she did then, humming softly and soothingly as she worked. "Tell Mama, Mama's here to help you sweetheart. I'm sorry I came late."
"Everything, Mama."
How was she supposed to tell her that her heart hurt, her head, parts of her she hadn't realized would ache, a feeling that alternated between a burning fire of sobs and screams, and one of icy cold emptiness where she simply stared at nothing. That she had failed in her duty as a wife and queen, and now was failing as a mother as well. It felt as if she was dying, but it wasn't fast enough, the gods were all being cruel at keeping her alive and in as much misery as they could manage to put her in, lingering in limbo that she couldn't claw her way out of. As if there was nowhere to surface, but no way to drown.
Her tears continued as she melted into the bed, unable to even watch her mother's first interactions with her daughter through the fog that clouded everything. Olympia didn't fight for a moment as Evelli arranged her like a doll, a poppet that was used to play act the daily needs of a human but took no enjoyment or had any agency of her own. A dread pooled in her stomach at the positioning of her arm, the exposure of her chest. It always hurt when Tisiphone fed, though it had been getting better as both of them became more accustomed to the strangeness, the first week she had barely produced enough to fill the girl's stomach and it had been supplemented with a goat's milk, increasing her feelings of inefficiency.
Nodding and closing her eyes as her mother helped the child find it's source of nourishment, she pursed her lips through the motion and laid back against the pillows as much as she could. It was too difficult to keep herself upright, and she was relieved when her mother took up a post behind her to keep them stable. In this pose the feeding hurt a little less, and she was able to open her eyes and look down at the now content expression on the baby's face, the little fist curled against her breast. As much of a disappointment as she was, she was beloved. Stephanos had even briefly held her after the horrifying events of the night before, but now he was off, planning a war, planning to leave her alone.
"I don't think I can do this. Be a mother. Not like this." Her eyes closed again as her mother began pulling the pins from her hair, dark locks slowly falling around her shoulders as they came free. Tisiphone grabbed hold of one curl as soon as it was available, blue eyes now staring at the hair in her hand even as she continued to nurse. There was no point trying to pull it from her grasp, for one so small she was shockingly strong, and whatever energy she had left needed to be conserved for caring for the child, not fighting her. "It was horrible. Selene did what she could, and the Lady Imeeya, but none of us knew what to do. The pain..." Pia swallowed as bile rose in her throat at the memory of the dark cabin. "I don't think I can do it again."
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"Everything, Mama."
How was she supposed to tell her that her heart hurt, her head, parts of her she hadn't realized would ache, a feeling that alternated between a burning fire of sobs and screams, and one of icy cold emptiness where she simply stared at nothing. That she had failed in her duty as a wife and queen, and now was failing as a mother as well. It felt as if she was dying, but it wasn't fast enough, the gods were all being cruel at keeping her alive and in as much misery as they could manage to put her in, lingering in limbo that she couldn't claw her way out of. As if there was nowhere to surface, but no way to drown.
Her tears continued as she melted into the bed, unable to even watch her mother's first interactions with her daughter through the fog that clouded everything. Olympia didn't fight for a moment as Evelli arranged her like a doll, a poppet that was used to play act the daily needs of a human but took no enjoyment or had any agency of her own. A dread pooled in her stomach at the positioning of her arm, the exposure of her chest. It always hurt when Tisiphone fed, though it had been getting better as both of them became more accustomed to the strangeness, the first week she had barely produced enough to fill the girl's stomach and it had been supplemented with a goat's milk, increasing her feelings of inefficiency.
Nodding and closing her eyes as her mother helped the child find it's source of nourishment, she pursed her lips through the motion and laid back against the pillows as much as she could. It was too difficult to keep herself upright, and she was relieved when her mother took up a post behind her to keep them stable. In this pose the feeding hurt a little less, and she was able to open her eyes and look down at the now content expression on the baby's face, the little fist curled against her breast. As much of a disappointment as she was, she was beloved. Stephanos had even briefly held her after the horrifying events of the night before, but now he was off, planning a war, planning to leave her alone.
"I don't think I can do this. Be a mother. Not like this." Her eyes closed again as her mother began pulling the pins from her hair, dark locks slowly falling around her shoulders as they came free. Tisiphone grabbed hold of one curl as soon as it was available, blue eyes now staring at the hair in her hand even as she continued to nurse. There was no point trying to pull it from her grasp, for one so small she was shockingly strong, and whatever energy she had left needed to be conserved for caring for the child, not fighting her. "It was horrible. Selene did what she could, and the Lady Imeeya, but none of us knew what to do. The pain..." Pia swallowed as bile rose in her throat at the memory of the dark cabin. "I don't think I can do it again."
"Everything, Mama."
How was she supposed to tell her that her heart hurt, her head, parts of her she hadn't realized would ache, a feeling that alternated between a burning fire of sobs and screams, and one of icy cold emptiness where she simply stared at nothing. That she had failed in her duty as a wife and queen, and now was failing as a mother as well. It felt as if she was dying, but it wasn't fast enough, the gods were all being cruel at keeping her alive and in as much misery as they could manage to put her in, lingering in limbo that she couldn't claw her way out of. As if there was nowhere to surface, but no way to drown.
Her tears continued as she melted into the bed, unable to even watch her mother's first interactions with her daughter through the fog that clouded everything. Olympia didn't fight for a moment as Evelli arranged her like a doll, a poppet that was used to play act the daily needs of a human but took no enjoyment or had any agency of her own. A dread pooled in her stomach at the positioning of her arm, the exposure of her chest. It always hurt when Tisiphone fed, though it had been getting better as both of them became more accustomed to the strangeness, the first week she had barely produced enough to fill the girl's stomach and it had been supplemented with a goat's milk, increasing her feelings of inefficiency.
Nodding and closing her eyes as her mother helped the child find it's source of nourishment, she pursed her lips through the motion and laid back against the pillows as much as she could. It was too difficult to keep herself upright, and she was relieved when her mother took up a post behind her to keep them stable. In this pose the feeding hurt a little less, and she was able to open her eyes and look down at the now content expression on the baby's face, the little fist curled against her breast. As much of a disappointment as she was, she was beloved. Stephanos had even briefly held her after the horrifying events of the night before, but now he was off, planning a war, planning to leave her alone.
"I don't think I can do this. Be a mother. Not like this." Her eyes closed again as her mother began pulling the pins from her hair, dark locks slowly falling around her shoulders as they came free. Tisiphone grabbed hold of one curl as soon as it was available, blue eyes now staring at the hair in her hand even as she continued to nurse. There was no point trying to pull it from her grasp, for one so small she was shockingly strong, and whatever energy she had left needed to be conserved for caring for the child, not fighting her. "It was horrible. Selene did what she could, and the Lady Imeeya, but none of us knew what to do. The pain..." Pia swallowed as bile rose in her throat at the memory of the dark cabin. "I don't think I can do it again."
She inwardly winced, but could agree with Olympia's summary that everything hurt. While her last experience with birth giving had been over a decade and a half ago, she could still recall how painful it had been. Selene and Theodora had been easy, but with every progressing birth it had just grown harder, with Imma's labor being the longest. But through it all, she's always had the support of an experienced mid-wife and her husband by her side, not to mention a comfortable bed to go through it all. She just couldn't imagine Olympia having to endure it all on a hard surface in a tossing ship, uncertain if life or death awaited her at the end of the experience.
The mother's heart went out to her daughter, and as always, Evelli wished dearly she could've experienced it in Olympia's place. But such wishes could never be granted by the Gods no matter how hard she prayed, so instead Evelli made a resolute promise to herself to be by the young mother's side while she could do that, if only to make up for not being there at the birthgiving.
Tucking Olympia by her side in hopes that a warm body would at least alleviete some of the pain the young Queen felt, she slowly massaged the girl's scalp as the pins fell to the side, and Evelli swept them to a corner so they would not hurt Olympia should she wish to lay down afterward. A soft smile graced her lips when she watched the young girl play with her mother's curls even as she fed, and Evelli cooed and crooned as she tried to slowly pull the curl's away from the princess's fist, before pushing the locks over the other shoulder, out of the curious infant's rich.
One hand reached out to smoothened the soft downy hair of the young princess, but her attention refocused on Olympia as she told the story, and Evelli's heart broke all over again, as she shifted so she could hold Olympia closer, pressing a soft, heartbreaking kiss on her daughter's temples. "You don't have to sweetpea, not now." Evelli tried to soothe, her tone the same kind you would use to soothing a child in distress. For was that not what the situation was for her now? This was her daughter, and she was in distress, and regardless of how old they were, Evelli would always come running as soon as she could, just as how she had caught the first ship to Colchis as soon as she could.Had it not been for Theodora's wedding and the fact that she didn't want to draw suspicion, she could've been here earlier.
"You're safe, and alive, and I promise you the pain will go away." she murmured, running her hands soothingly through the girls' locks again. "That you worry for Tisiphone at all proves that you will be a wonderful mother. Because above all, you care and love for her, and your concern for her wellbeing is everything she'll need." Turning to the blue eyes of her granddaughter, Evelli felt her heart softened, her thumb stroking the tops of the young infant's head. "A house we can provide, money we can give, but only you could provide her the love a mother can give, sweet Pia."
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She inwardly winced, but could agree with Olympia's summary that everything hurt. While her last experience with birth giving had been over a decade and a half ago, she could still recall how painful it had been. Selene and Theodora had been easy, but with every progressing birth it had just grown harder, with Imma's labor being the longest. But through it all, she's always had the support of an experienced mid-wife and her husband by her side, not to mention a comfortable bed to go through it all. She just couldn't imagine Olympia having to endure it all on a hard surface in a tossing ship, uncertain if life or death awaited her at the end of the experience.
The mother's heart went out to her daughter, and as always, Evelli wished dearly she could've experienced it in Olympia's place. But such wishes could never be granted by the Gods no matter how hard she prayed, so instead Evelli made a resolute promise to herself to be by the young mother's side while she could do that, if only to make up for not being there at the birthgiving.
Tucking Olympia by her side in hopes that a warm body would at least alleviete some of the pain the young Queen felt, she slowly massaged the girl's scalp as the pins fell to the side, and Evelli swept them to a corner so they would not hurt Olympia should she wish to lay down afterward. A soft smile graced her lips when she watched the young girl play with her mother's curls even as she fed, and Evelli cooed and crooned as she tried to slowly pull the curl's away from the princess's fist, before pushing the locks over the other shoulder, out of the curious infant's rich.
One hand reached out to smoothened the soft downy hair of the young princess, but her attention refocused on Olympia as she told the story, and Evelli's heart broke all over again, as she shifted so she could hold Olympia closer, pressing a soft, heartbreaking kiss on her daughter's temples. "You don't have to sweetpea, not now." Evelli tried to soothe, her tone the same kind you would use to soothing a child in distress. For was that not what the situation was for her now? This was her daughter, and she was in distress, and regardless of how old they were, Evelli would always come running as soon as she could, just as how she had caught the first ship to Colchis as soon as she could.Had it not been for Theodora's wedding and the fact that she didn't want to draw suspicion, she could've been here earlier.
"You're safe, and alive, and I promise you the pain will go away." she murmured, running her hands soothingly through the girls' locks again. "That you worry for Tisiphone at all proves that you will be a wonderful mother. Because above all, you care and love for her, and your concern for her wellbeing is everything she'll need." Turning to the blue eyes of her granddaughter, Evelli felt her heart softened, her thumb stroking the tops of the young infant's head. "A house we can provide, money we can give, but only you could provide her the love a mother can give, sweet Pia."
She inwardly winced, but could agree with Olympia's summary that everything hurt. While her last experience with birth giving had been over a decade and a half ago, she could still recall how painful it had been. Selene and Theodora had been easy, but with every progressing birth it had just grown harder, with Imma's labor being the longest. But through it all, she's always had the support of an experienced mid-wife and her husband by her side, not to mention a comfortable bed to go through it all. She just couldn't imagine Olympia having to endure it all on a hard surface in a tossing ship, uncertain if life or death awaited her at the end of the experience.
The mother's heart went out to her daughter, and as always, Evelli wished dearly she could've experienced it in Olympia's place. But such wishes could never be granted by the Gods no matter how hard she prayed, so instead Evelli made a resolute promise to herself to be by the young mother's side while she could do that, if only to make up for not being there at the birthgiving.
Tucking Olympia by her side in hopes that a warm body would at least alleviete some of the pain the young Queen felt, she slowly massaged the girl's scalp as the pins fell to the side, and Evelli swept them to a corner so they would not hurt Olympia should she wish to lay down afterward. A soft smile graced her lips when she watched the young girl play with her mother's curls even as she fed, and Evelli cooed and crooned as she tried to slowly pull the curl's away from the princess's fist, before pushing the locks over the other shoulder, out of the curious infant's rich.
One hand reached out to smoothened the soft downy hair of the young princess, but her attention refocused on Olympia as she told the story, and Evelli's heart broke all over again, as she shifted so she could hold Olympia closer, pressing a soft, heartbreaking kiss on her daughter's temples. "You don't have to sweetpea, not now." Evelli tried to soothe, her tone the same kind you would use to soothing a child in distress. For was that not what the situation was for her now? This was her daughter, and she was in distress, and regardless of how old they were, Evelli would always come running as soon as she could, just as how she had caught the first ship to Colchis as soon as she could.Had it not been for Theodora's wedding and the fact that she didn't want to draw suspicion, she could've been here earlier.
"You're safe, and alive, and I promise you the pain will go away." she murmured, running her hands soothingly through the girls' locks again. "That you worry for Tisiphone at all proves that you will be a wonderful mother. Because above all, you care and love for her, and your concern for her wellbeing is everything she'll need." Turning to the blue eyes of her granddaughter, Evelli felt her heart softened, her thumb stroking the tops of the young infant's head. "A house we can provide, money we can give, but only you could provide her the love a mother can give, sweet Pia."
Tucked into her mother's side Olympia felt some small peace. This was a place where she had always been loved and protected, her only hurt had come from stepping outside her family's plan for her, a result of her own stubbornness and love. If she hadn't been so determined to make her own match and do her best to marry Stephanos she might still be at home with her sisters, happy to see Theo on the throne and waiting her turn patiently to be used as a pawn in her uncle's games. But if she had waited she would still be unwed, unwanted, lost in the middle of beautiful sisters who were all so uniquely talented and lovely. She would have avoided this misery, but been alone and in a different kind of sadness.
She hid her face against Evelli's shoulder, trying to take deep breaths to calm herself as her daughter fed and her mother helped keep the little one supported. It was exhausting, doing this without all of the guidance and assistance she had been expecting at home. They'd had to scramble to find the necessary things to feed and clothe her child, give her a place to sleep. Gone was the nursery that she had so painstakingly prepared for the months she had been queen, the clothes and finery and toys that should have helped entertain the little one abandoned. They had relied too much on the Kotas family and now they were taking her husband because of it.
"I don't want him to leave. I've barely been able to do this with him and Selene, if he goes and we're left alone...what happens to us then?" Her nightmare was remaining in the Kotas court alone, left in these small chambers with only her daughter and the occasional visit. The disgraced queen with no title or wealth to her name relying on charity. Yet how could it be safe for them to go home yet? Colchis was stone and cold, she was a Taengean with light and warmth and green through and through. If she stayed on this soil she would keep wilting and die.
"Would you take her? I don't want her to grow up here, have memories of this misery. If I can't go home, will you make sure she knows who she is and where she belongs?"
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Tucked into her mother's side Olympia felt some small peace. This was a place where she had always been loved and protected, her only hurt had come from stepping outside her family's plan for her, a result of her own stubbornness and love. If she hadn't been so determined to make her own match and do her best to marry Stephanos she might still be at home with her sisters, happy to see Theo on the throne and waiting her turn patiently to be used as a pawn in her uncle's games. But if she had waited she would still be unwed, unwanted, lost in the middle of beautiful sisters who were all so uniquely talented and lovely. She would have avoided this misery, but been alone and in a different kind of sadness.
She hid her face against Evelli's shoulder, trying to take deep breaths to calm herself as her daughter fed and her mother helped keep the little one supported. It was exhausting, doing this without all of the guidance and assistance she had been expecting at home. They'd had to scramble to find the necessary things to feed and clothe her child, give her a place to sleep. Gone was the nursery that she had so painstakingly prepared for the months she had been queen, the clothes and finery and toys that should have helped entertain the little one abandoned. They had relied too much on the Kotas family and now they were taking her husband because of it.
"I don't want him to leave. I've barely been able to do this with him and Selene, if he goes and we're left alone...what happens to us then?" Her nightmare was remaining in the Kotas court alone, left in these small chambers with only her daughter and the occasional visit. The disgraced queen with no title or wealth to her name relying on charity. Yet how could it be safe for them to go home yet? Colchis was stone and cold, she was a Taengean with light and warmth and green through and through. If she stayed on this soil she would keep wilting and die.
"Would you take her? I don't want her to grow up here, have memories of this misery. If I can't go home, will you make sure she knows who she is and where she belongs?"
Tucked into her mother's side Olympia felt some small peace. This was a place where she had always been loved and protected, her only hurt had come from stepping outside her family's plan for her, a result of her own stubbornness and love. If she hadn't been so determined to make her own match and do her best to marry Stephanos she might still be at home with her sisters, happy to see Theo on the throne and waiting her turn patiently to be used as a pawn in her uncle's games. But if she had waited she would still be unwed, unwanted, lost in the middle of beautiful sisters who were all so uniquely talented and lovely. She would have avoided this misery, but been alone and in a different kind of sadness.
She hid her face against Evelli's shoulder, trying to take deep breaths to calm herself as her daughter fed and her mother helped keep the little one supported. It was exhausting, doing this without all of the guidance and assistance she had been expecting at home. They'd had to scramble to find the necessary things to feed and clothe her child, give her a place to sleep. Gone was the nursery that she had so painstakingly prepared for the months she had been queen, the clothes and finery and toys that should have helped entertain the little one abandoned. They had relied too much on the Kotas family and now they were taking her husband because of it.
"I don't want him to leave. I've barely been able to do this with him and Selene, if he goes and we're left alone...what happens to us then?" Her nightmare was remaining in the Kotas court alone, left in these small chambers with only her daughter and the occasional visit. The disgraced queen with no title or wealth to her name relying on charity. Yet how could it be safe for them to go home yet? Colchis was stone and cold, she was a Taengean with light and warmth and green through and through. If she stayed on this soil she would keep wilting and die.
"Would you take her? I don't want her to grow up here, have memories of this misery. If I can't go home, will you make sure she knows who she is and where she belongs?"
Evelli herself tried to keep her breathes and gentle rocks of her daughter's body soothing and soft as she allowed Olympia to unload all her worries and stressors on her. Afterall, she knew that the first thing to avoid was to stress out a nursing mother. The physician she had visited had said as much, and she knew from her own experiences with her daughters. Of course, Georgios had been wonderful in ensuring Evelli's recovery process with all her births had been flawless, but now Evelli wanted to do her best to ensure Olympia had that experience as well, far away from home she may be.
Even in her belongings she had brought along, aside from the little gifts her sisters had asked to bring for Olympia, Evelli had had the sound of mind to pack along any necessities she had prepared for the young babe before life decided to take them by the horns and swing them unprepared. While it had been a heavy load, even her husband had agreed on the necessity to bring them along, and the mother would eventually hand over the small outfits she had handsewn for Tisiphone while waiting for the infant's arrival.
But right now, she was most worried about the emotional state of her daughter, for the needs of an infant was easily handled as long as they knew what was going on.
While Stephanos leaving to go for war so soon after an infant child was born wasn't exactly ideal, what could Evelli do in that terms? Technically, both Stephanos and his wife were greatly indebted to Vangelis that it would be rude and unbecoming to reject this invite only to stay home with his wife and child, and had he still been the King, he would have every right to not participate in such a debacle, now he had little choice. Evelli gently crooned to Olympia, lacking the words to be able to soothe her, for her worries were right in that aspect.
"Pray, Pia darling." she murmured, tossing up prayers to Hestia and Hera as well as Athena and Ares. "Pray the Gods will watch over him, and he will return to you. I believe the Gods will hear you, sweetpea." the mother could only say, unable to reassure her that all will be well. How could she promise what she could not say with certainty herself? "But I will not leave you alone - none of us will. You will always have the Leventi's to come home too."
Biting her bottom lip when Olympia suggested such, Evelli went silent for a brief moment, before pressing another kiss to the top of her dark-haired daughter's head. "How about this, Pia. I'll write a missive to your father, and ask if all is well? If the news is correct in what we heard from last night, and Stephanos's uncle is as dead as they say, I believe we may be able... to get you home. Achilleas and Stephanos had always been friendly, if I remember correctly. Would you like that? And your Papa would be very eager to meet his granddaughter, I am sure." she finished, fondly looking down at the eagerly suckling young girl. It was no secret that Georgios had a soft spot for all his girls, but Evelli was also counting on the warmth her husband shared with his daughters, to entice Olympia to come home, and perhaps brighten up at the prospect of seeing her father.
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Evelli herself tried to keep her breathes and gentle rocks of her daughter's body soothing and soft as she allowed Olympia to unload all her worries and stressors on her. Afterall, she knew that the first thing to avoid was to stress out a nursing mother. The physician she had visited had said as much, and she knew from her own experiences with her daughters. Of course, Georgios had been wonderful in ensuring Evelli's recovery process with all her births had been flawless, but now Evelli wanted to do her best to ensure Olympia had that experience as well, far away from home she may be.
Even in her belongings she had brought along, aside from the little gifts her sisters had asked to bring for Olympia, Evelli had had the sound of mind to pack along any necessities she had prepared for the young babe before life decided to take them by the horns and swing them unprepared. While it had been a heavy load, even her husband had agreed on the necessity to bring them along, and the mother would eventually hand over the small outfits she had handsewn for Tisiphone while waiting for the infant's arrival.
But right now, she was most worried about the emotional state of her daughter, for the needs of an infant was easily handled as long as they knew what was going on.
While Stephanos leaving to go for war so soon after an infant child was born wasn't exactly ideal, what could Evelli do in that terms? Technically, both Stephanos and his wife were greatly indebted to Vangelis that it would be rude and unbecoming to reject this invite only to stay home with his wife and child, and had he still been the King, he would have every right to not participate in such a debacle, now he had little choice. Evelli gently crooned to Olympia, lacking the words to be able to soothe her, for her worries were right in that aspect.
"Pray, Pia darling." she murmured, tossing up prayers to Hestia and Hera as well as Athena and Ares. "Pray the Gods will watch over him, and he will return to you. I believe the Gods will hear you, sweetpea." the mother could only say, unable to reassure her that all will be well. How could she promise what she could not say with certainty herself? "But I will not leave you alone - none of us will. You will always have the Leventi's to come home too."
Biting her bottom lip when Olympia suggested such, Evelli went silent for a brief moment, before pressing another kiss to the top of her dark-haired daughter's head. "How about this, Pia. I'll write a missive to your father, and ask if all is well? If the news is correct in what we heard from last night, and Stephanos's uncle is as dead as they say, I believe we may be able... to get you home. Achilleas and Stephanos had always been friendly, if I remember correctly. Would you like that? And your Papa would be very eager to meet his granddaughter, I am sure." she finished, fondly looking down at the eagerly suckling young girl. It was no secret that Georgios had a soft spot for all his girls, but Evelli was also counting on the warmth her husband shared with his daughters, to entice Olympia to come home, and perhaps brighten up at the prospect of seeing her father.
Evelli herself tried to keep her breathes and gentle rocks of her daughter's body soothing and soft as she allowed Olympia to unload all her worries and stressors on her. Afterall, she knew that the first thing to avoid was to stress out a nursing mother. The physician she had visited had said as much, and she knew from her own experiences with her daughters. Of course, Georgios had been wonderful in ensuring Evelli's recovery process with all her births had been flawless, but now Evelli wanted to do her best to ensure Olympia had that experience as well, far away from home she may be.
Even in her belongings she had brought along, aside from the little gifts her sisters had asked to bring for Olympia, Evelli had had the sound of mind to pack along any necessities she had prepared for the young babe before life decided to take them by the horns and swing them unprepared. While it had been a heavy load, even her husband had agreed on the necessity to bring them along, and the mother would eventually hand over the small outfits she had handsewn for Tisiphone while waiting for the infant's arrival.
But right now, she was most worried about the emotional state of her daughter, for the needs of an infant was easily handled as long as they knew what was going on.
While Stephanos leaving to go for war so soon after an infant child was born wasn't exactly ideal, what could Evelli do in that terms? Technically, both Stephanos and his wife were greatly indebted to Vangelis that it would be rude and unbecoming to reject this invite only to stay home with his wife and child, and had he still been the King, he would have every right to not participate in such a debacle, now he had little choice. Evelli gently crooned to Olympia, lacking the words to be able to soothe her, for her worries were right in that aspect.
"Pray, Pia darling." she murmured, tossing up prayers to Hestia and Hera as well as Athena and Ares. "Pray the Gods will watch over him, and he will return to you. I believe the Gods will hear you, sweetpea." the mother could only say, unable to reassure her that all will be well. How could she promise what she could not say with certainty herself? "But I will not leave you alone - none of us will. You will always have the Leventi's to come home too."
Biting her bottom lip when Olympia suggested such, Evelli went silent for a brief moment, before pressing another kiss to the top of her dark-haired daughter's head. "How about this, Pia. I'll write a missive to your father, and ask if all is well? If the news is correct in what we heard from last night, and Stephanos's uncle is as dead as they say, I believe we may be able... to get you home. Achilleas and Stephanos had always been friendly, if I remember correctly. Would you like that? And your Papa would be very eager to meet his granddaughter, I am sure." she finished, fondly looking down at the eagerly suckling young girl. It was no secret that Georgios had a soft spot for all his girls, but Evelli was also counting on the warmth her husband shared with his daughters, to entice Olympia to come home, and perhaps brighten up at the prospect of seeing her father.
"I don't want to live without him, Mama. Everyone thinks I'm foolish, and I know he's strayed, but I love him. I love him so much it hurts."
She had been no innocent fool, in the time she'd spent with Stephanos she had never expected that she was his only lover, she just wanted to be his favorite. When they had married she had hoped that she would be the only one, that he would be satisfied with her and there would be no need for mistresses, but again she had been a fool to think such a thing. While she had no tried and true proof, she had heard the whispers and seen the blonde woman leaving his room on the night she had nearly lost Tisiphone. There were moments she hated him, but the only thing she hated was not feeling good enough to hold his attention.
Nodding as her mother told her to pray, she sent up her own silent prayers, most fervently to Hera and @ares to keep him safe and bring him home. She couldn't do this without him, navigating the world of courts and intrigue had been what she was raised to do, but after having him by her side she didn't know how to do it alone. She wished to go home more than anything, to be able to wait out the war with her family by her side, knowing that whatever happened they were there and would care for Tisi, but it felt as if she should stay. He was going to war under the Colchian banner, surely that meant she should stay and be with the other Colchian wives. As much as she found this place too dark and rocky for her own tastes, the Kotas family were kind, and if Selene stayed on as queen in waiting, she would at least have one of her sisters.
Pia brushed a finger gently along the soft blonde locks on her daughter's temple, the nursing was still difficult, the pain still greater than she had expected, but seeing her baby there at her breast made a different sensation of warmth overtake the pain. She would do anything for her child, die for her if need be, give up everything to make sure this precious creature in her arms was safe and had everything she needed. Even if it meant letting her father go away. It was an aching conflict, the knowledge that as much as she would wish to die to join Stephanos in Hades, Hera would have her live to raise his daughter in her father's legacy. If she left, who would tell Tisiphone of her father's true nature instead of what horrid rumors might still circulate as she grew?
"I would like that. If it is safe for us to go back with you. Only if Irakles is dead and no one seeks to carry on his work in removing us would we be able to return. And...Stephanos can join us there again. When he is free."
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"I don't want to live without him, Mama. Everyone thinks I'm foolish, and I know he's strayed, but I love him. I love him so much it hurts."
She had been no innocent fool, in the time she'd spent with Stephanos she had never expected that she was his only lover, she just wanted to be his favorite. When they had married she had hoped that she would be the only one, that he would be satisfied with her and there would be no need for mistresses, but again she had been a fool to think such a thing. While she had no tried and true proof, she had heard the whispers and seen the blonde woman leaving his room on the night she had nearly lost Tisiphone. There were moments she hated him, but the only thing she hated was not feeling good enough to hold his attention.
Nodding as her mother told her to pray, she sent up her own silent prayers, most fervently to Hera and @ares to keep him safe and bring him home. She couldn't do this without him, navigating the world of courts and intrigue had been what she was raised to do, but after having him by her side she didn't know how to do it alone. She wished to go home more than anything, to be able to wait out the war with her family by her side, knowing that whatever happened they were there and would care for Tisi, but it felt as if she should stay. He was going to war under the Colchian banner, surely that meant she should stay and be with the other Colchian wives. As much as she found this place too dark and rocky for her own tastes, the Kotas family were kind, and if Selene stayed on as queen in waiting, she would at least have one of her sisters.
Pia brushed a finger gently along the soft blonde locks on her daughter's temple, the nursing was still difficult, the pain still greater than she had expected, but seeing her baby there at her breast made a different sensation of warmth overtake the pain. She would do anything for her child, die for her if need be, give up everything to make sure this precious creature in her arms was safe and had everything she needed. Even if it meant letting her father go away. It was an aching conflict, the knowledge that as much as she would wish to die to join Stephanos in Hades, Hera would have her live to raise his daughter in her father's legacy. If she left, who would tell Tisiphone of her father's true nature instead of what horrid rumors might still circulate as she grew?
"I would like that. If it is safe for us to go back with you. Only if Irakles is dead and no one seeks to carry on his work in removing us would we be able to return. And...Stephanos can join us there again. When he is free."
"I don't want to live without him, Mama. Everyone thinks I'm foolish, and I know he's strayed, but I love him. I love him so much it hurts."
She had been no innocent fool, in the time she'd spent with Stephanos she had never expected that she was his only lover, she just wanted to be his favorite. When they had married she had hoped that she would be the only one, that he would be satisfied with her and there would be no need for mistresses, but again she had been a fool to think such a thing. While she had no tried and true proof, she had heard the whispers and seen the blonde woman leaving his room on the night she had nearly lost Tisiphone. There were moments she hated him, but the only thing she hated was not feeling good enough to hold his attention.
Nodding as her mother told her to pray, she sent up her own silent prayers, most fervently to Hera and @ares to keep him safe and bring him home. She couldn't do this without him, navigating the world of courts and intrigue had been what she was raised to do, but after having him by her side she didn't know how to do it alone. She wished to go home more than anything, to be able to wait out the war with her family by her side, knowing that whatever happened they were there and would care for Tisi, but it felt as if she should stay. He was going to war under the Colchian banner, surely that meant she should stay and be with the other Colchian wives. As much as she found this place too dark and rocky for her own tastes, the Kotas family were kind, and if Selene stayed on as queen in waiting, she would at least have one of her sisters.
Pia brushed a finger gently along the soft blonde locks on her daughter's temple, the nursing was still difficult, the pain still greater than she had expected, but seeing her baby there at her breast made a different sensation of warmth overtake the pain. She would do anything for her child, die for her if need be, give up everything to make sure this precious creature in her arms was safe and had everything she needed. Even if it meant letting her father go away. It was an aching conflict, the knowledge that as much as she would wish to die to join Stephanos in Hades, Hera would have her live to raise his daughter in her father's legacy. If she left, who would tell Tisiphone of her father's true nature instead of what horrid rumors might still circulate as she grew?
"I would like that. If it is safe for us to go back with you. Only if Irakles is dead and no one seeks to carry on his work in removing us would we be able to return. And...Stephanos can join us there again. When he is free."