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Tomorrow she would return to service in the palati, but nothing would be the same ever again.
The gods had seen fit to punish her harshly, though she was still trying to determine why. She had been kneeling at the altars of all that she had hoped might help, the necklace he had given her sold to gain coin to try to purchase the necessary medicines and offerings that might keep her mother alive. In the end it had been for nothing, her mother was gone, and she had no choice but to return to the service of the royal family as much pain as it would cause. She couldn't even be glad that Achilleas was at war, because even in spite of how he had discarded her, she loved him.
For what felt like ages she had tried to hate him, tried to think of him as he clearly thought of her, nothing but a dalliance, nothing but a warm body. But it was impossible, and the little glimmer of hope he had given her, that kiss she could still remember clear as day, had been crushed beneath his fist. It had been a relief when the note from her brother had reached her, telling her of their mother's illness. They may not have shared a father, but the older man had done the best he could in making sure that their mother had been comfortable in the end, and that Briseis had been able to travel back to the capitol.
She was not welcome at the home of her sister, and she knew her brother would only tolerate her so far, so there was still the question of where she would be able to stay. There were servants quarters that she had occupied before, but now with Achilleas' wife at the head of the staff she didn't know if she could stand to be in the palace any longer than she absolutely had to. Not with the woman who had been the cause of her ruin and unhappiness. Perhaps his brother would be more kind, Emilios had always been kind to her in the past, but she couldn't ask anything more of them and she didn't want the Leventi bitch to hear she had been asking.
Wandering to the plateia had always helped clear her mind in the past, people could linger here without question, and it was full enough usually that the noise drowned out her thoughts. Instead with the impending fear of war and invasion it felt emptier than usual, and as she sat on a wall in the dark blue chiton that still felt too bright for her mourning, Briseis instead was all too able to focus on every horrbile thought that crossed her mind. With a heavy sigh she drew her grey himation around her tighter, the cold wind of autumn blew all too eagerly these days, and stared vacantly across the space, thick curls that were neither perfectly blonde or perfectly brown blowing around her without the usual care she gave to it. There was no point. No Achilleas, no mother, no one bothering to look her way.
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Tomorrow she would return to service in the palati, but nothing would be the same ever again.
The gods had seen fit to punish her harshly, though she was still trying to determine why. She had been kneeling at the altars of all that she had hoped might help, the necklace he had given her sold to gain coin to try to purchase the necessary medicines and offerings that might keep her mother alive. In the end it had been for nothing, her mother was gone, and she had no choice but to return to the service of the royal family as much pain as it would cause. She couldn't even be glad that Achilleas was at war, because even in spite of how he had discarded her, she loved him.
For what felt like ages she had tried to hate him, tried to think of him as he clearly thought of her, nothing but a dalliance, nothing but a warm body. But it was impossible, and the little glimmer of hope he had given her, that kiss she could still remember clear as day, had been crushed beneath his fist. It had been a relief when the note from her brother had reached her, telling her of their mother's illness. They may not have shared a father, but the older man had done the best he could in making sure that their mother had been comfortable in the end, and that Briseis had been able to travel back to the capitol.
She was not welcome at the home of her sister, and she knew her brother would only tolerate her so far, so there was still the question of where she would be able to stay. There were servants quarters that she had occupied before, but now with Achilleas' wife at the head of the staff she didn't know if she could stand to be in the palace any longer than she absolutely had to. Not with the woman who had been the cause of her ruin and unhappiness. Perhaps his brother would be more kind, Emilios had always been kind to her in the past, but she couldn't ask anything more of them and she didn't want the Leventi bitch to hear she had been asking.
Wandering to the plateia had always helped clear her mind in the past, people could linger here without question, and it was full enough usually that the noise drowned out her thoughts. Instead with the impending fear of war and invasion it felt emptier than usual, and as she sat on a wall in the dark blue chiton that still felt too bright for her mourning, Briseis instead was all too able to focus on every horrbile thought that crossed her mind. With a heavy sigh she drew her grey himation around her tighter, the cold wind of autumn blew all too eagerly these days, and stared vacantly across the space, thick curls that were neither perfectly blonde or perfectly brown blowing around her without the usual care she gave to it. There was no point. No Achilleas, no mother, no one bothering to look her way.
Tomorrow she would return to service in the palati, but nothing would be the same ever again.
The gods had seen fit to punish her harshly, though she was still trying to determine why. She had been kneeling at the altars of all that she had hoped might help, the necklace he had given her sold to gain coin to try to purchase the necessary medicines and offerings that might keep her mother alive. In the end it had been for nothing, her mother was gone, and she had no choice but to return to the service of the royal family as much pain as it would cause. She couldn't even be glad that Achilleas was at war, because even in spite of how he had discarded her, she loved him.
For what felt like ages she had tried to hate him, tried to think of him as he clearly thought of her, nothing but a dalliance, nothing but a warm body. But it was impossible, and the little glimmer of hope he had given her, that kiss she could still remember clear as day, had been crushed beneath his fist. It had been a relief when the note from her brother had reached her, telling her of their mother's illness. They may not have shared a father, but the older man had done the best he could in making sure that their mother had been comfortable in the end, and that Briseis had been able to travel back to the capitol.
She was not welcome at the home of her sister, and she knew her brother would only tolerate her so far, so there was still the question of where she would be able to stay. There were servants quarters that she had occupied before, but now with Achilleas' wife at the head of the staff she didn't know if she could stand to be in the palace any longer than she absolutely had to. Not with the woman who had been the cause of her ruin and unhappiness. Perhaps his brother would be more kind, Emilios had always been kind to her in the past, but she couldn't ask anything more of them and she didn't want the Leventi bitch to hear she had been asking.
Wandering to the plateia had always helped clear her mind in the past, people could linger here without question, and it was full enough usually that the noise drowned out her thoughts. Instead with the impending fear of war and invasion it felt emptier than usual, and as she sat on a wall in the dark blue chiton that still felt too bright for her mourning, Briseis instead was all too able to focus on every horrbile thought that crossed her mind. With a heavy sigh she drew her grey himation around her tighter, the cold wind of autumn blew all too eagerly these days, and stared vacantly across the space, thick curls that were neither perfectly blonde or perfectly brown blowing around her without the usual care she gave to it. There was no point. No Achilleas, no mother, no one bothering to look her way.
Kyros was still adjusting to his new found freedom. Still discovering who he was without the Creed. He still held many of their beliefs, though some have begun to waver. He was still adjusting to the noise of the city after living in such a quiet sanctuary most of his life. He felt like he'd come a long way in the few months he'd been... 'free.'
Kyros walked the pathways of the palati. He was here in search of a certain herb, something that would help him take the edge off his nerves. He may have come a long way, but that didn't mean he didn't still have some... issues. He felt anxious, not having directives from his Shade. No. Not his Shade anymore. He didn't belong to the Creed now, he was no longer a Drowned One. He was a fugitive.
Finally, he found the substance he'd been looking for, someone selling it. It was a much higher price than Kyros thought it should have been. The man was taking advantage. But Kyros was too wired to care. He paid the price and tucked the stuff into a pocket of his trousers. When he turned to leave, his eyes lighted on a woman sitting on the low wall across the way. The look on her face was one he felt a kinship to. Without really thinking about it, he started towards her. As he drew near he admired her simple beauty, and a thought crossed his mind. Sex was always a good way to take the edge off.
He walked up to the low wall and sat down right next to the girl, his arm brushing hers. Months ago he wouldn't have been so bold. But now... I know why I look sad and lost. But why do you?" His voice was smooth and his grey eyes simmered with mischief as he looked at her.
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Kyros was still adjusting to his new found freedom. Still discovering who he was without the Creed. He still held many of their beliefs, though some have begun to waver. He was still adjusting to the noise of the city after living in such a quiet sanctuary most of his life. He felt like he'd come a long way in the few months he'd been... 'free.'
Kyros walked the pathways of the palati. He was here in search of a certain herb, something that would help him take the edge off his nerves. He may have come a long way, but that didn't mean he didn't still have some... issues. He felt anxious, not having directives from his Shade. No. Not his Shade anymore. He didn't belong to the Creed now, he was no longer a Drowned One. He was a fugitive.
Finally, he found the substance he'd been looking for, someone selling it. It was a much higher price than Kyros thought it should have been. The man was taking advantage. But Kyros was too wired to care. He paid the price and tucked the stuff into a pocket of his trousers. When he turned to leave, his eyes lighted on a woman sitting on the low wall across the way. The look on her face was one he felt a kinship to. Without really thinking about it, he started towards her. As he drew near he admired her simple beauty, and a thought crossed his mind. Sex was always a good way to take the edge off.
He walked up to the low wall and sat down right next to the girl, his arm brushing hers. Months ago he wouldn't have been so bold. But now... I know why I look sad and lost. But why do you?" His voice was smooth and his grey eyes simmered with mischief as he looked at her.
Kyros was still adjusting to his new found freedom. Still discovering who he was without the Creed. He still held many of their beliefs, though some have begun to waver. He was still adjusting to the noise of the city after living in such a quiet sanctuary most of his life. He felt like he'd come a long way in the few months he'd been... 'free.'
Kyros walked the pathways of the palati. He was here in search of a certain herb, something that would help him take the edge off his nerves. He may have come a long way, but that didn't mean he didn't still have some... issues. He felt anxious, not having directives from his Shade. No. Not his Shade anymore. He didn't belong to the Creed now, he was no longer a Drowned One. He was a fugitive.
Finally, he found the substance he'd been looking for, someone selling it. It was a much higher price than Kyros thought it should have been. The man was taking advantage. But Kyros was too wired to care. He paid the price and tucked the stuff into a pocket of his trousers. When he turned to leave, his eyes lighted on a woman sitting on the low wall across the way. The look on her face was one he felt a kinship to. Without really thinking about it, he started towards her. As he drew near he admired her simple beauty, and a thought crossed his mind. Sex was always a good way to take the edge off.
He walked up to the low wall and sat down right next to the girl, his arm brushing hers. Months ago he wouldn't have been so bold. But now... I know why I look sad and lost. But why do you?" His voice was smooth and his grey eyes simmered with mischief as he looked at her.
The sun was setting, she ought to return to her brother's house for the last time, finish making sure all of the simple things she owned were gathered and packed to move back into the palace. It wouldn't take long. Everything she had of value had been sold to try to save her mother, and everything else were simple garments that meant little enough. When Achilleas had been interested, when he'd been watching, she cared for her appearance and always tried to dress as well as she could, putting little flowers in her hair every now and then, trying to get the attention of those higher up than her. Any favor she could gain would bring her higher in life. Now though, there was little enough need for that.
On her return to the palace she would simply do her job. No more no less. Whatever money she made would go towards finding a home of her own at some point, no doubt she would live it alone. There was no point in trying to show off or look lovely, her best years were no doubt behind her anyway and she didn't have the wealth of the nobles to try to retain it. All she would be was a servant.
She took note of the man who walked toward her, he shared many similar features to the man she'd loved for so long with cool grey eyes and dark hair. Aside from the surface glance though it was not him. Could never be him. Her eyes glanced off of him as he walked, expecting him to move on as she stared off into space, and sure enough he was eventually gone from her vision. It was a testament to how distracted she was that she barely even noticed his path took him straight to her side. His arm brushing against hers hardly warranted a shift as she pulled her himation around her.
"My mother died."
Briseis turned to look at him, watching to see his response. The girl expected it to scare him off, waiting for his excuse to walk away and disappear with the rest of the crowd. She supposed if she'd really wanted to frighten him away she could have included the rest of it. The man she loved had married someone else and then gone off to war, but he was handsome enough. Perhaps if he stayed they could share sad stories.
"Why are you sad?"
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The sun was setting, she ought to return to her brother's house for the last time, finish making sure all of the simple things she owned were gathered and packed to move back into the palace. It wouldn't take long. Everything she had of value had been sold to try to save her mother, and everything else were simple garments that meant little enough. When Achilleas had been interested, when he'd been watching, she cared for her appearance and always tried to dress as well as she could, putting little flowers in her hair every now and then, trying to get the attention of those higher up than her. Any favor she could gain would bring her higher in life. Now though, there was little enough need for that.
On her return to the palace she would simply do her job. No more no less. Whatever money she made would go towards finding a home of her own at some point, no doubt she would live it alone. There was no point in trying to show off or look lovely, her best years were no doubt behind her anyway and she didn't have the wealth of the nobles to try to retain it. All she would be was a servant.
She took note of the man who walked toward her, he shared many similar features to the man she'd loved for so long with cool grey eyes and dark hair. Aside from the surface glance though it was not him. Could never be him. Her eyes glanced off of him as he walked, expecting him to move on as she stared off into space, and sure enough he was eventually gone from her vision. It was a testament to how distracted she was that she barely even noticed his path took him straight to her side. His arm brushing against hers hardly warranted a shift as she pulled her himation around her.
"My mother died."
Briseis turned to look at him, watching to see his response. The girl expected it to scare him off, waiting for his excuse to walk away and disappear with the rest of the crowd. She supposed if she'd really wanted to frighten him away she could have included the rest of it. The man she loved had married someone else and then gone off to war, but he was handsome enough. Perhaps if he stayed they could share sad stories.
"Why are you sad?"
The sun was setting, she ought to return to her brother's house for the last time, finish making sure all of the simple things she owned were gathered and packed to move back into the palace. It wouldn't take long. Everything she had of value had been sold to try to save her mother, and everything else were simple garments that meant little enough. When Achilleas had been interested, when he'd been watching, she cared for her appearance and always tried to dress as well as she could, putting little flowers in her hair every now and then, trying to get the attention of those higher up than her. Any favor she could gain would bring her higher in life. Now though, there was little enough need for that.
On her return to the palace she would simply do her job. No more no less. Whatever money she made would go towards finding a home of her own at some point, no doubt she would live it alone. There was no point in trying to show off or look lovely, her best years were no doubt behind her anyway and she didn't have the wealth of the nobles to try to retain it. All she would be was a servant.
She took note of the man who walked toward her, he shared many similar features to the man she'd loved for so long with cool grey eyes and dark hair. Aside from the surface glance though it was not him. Could never be him. Her eyes glanced off of him as he walked, expecting him to move on as she stared off into space, and sure enough he was eventually gone from her vision. It was a testament to how distracted she was that she barely even noticed his path took him straight to her side. His arm brushing against hers hardly warranted a shift as she pulled her himation around her.
"My mother died."
Briseis turned to look at him, watching to see his response. The girl expected it to scare him off, waiting for his excuse to walk away and disappear with the rest of the crowd. She supposed if she'd really wanted to frighten him away she could have included the rest of it. The man she loved had married someone else and then gone off to war, but he was handsome enough. Perhaps if he stayed they could share sad stories.
"Why are you sad?"
"My mother died."
A very to the point statement. The man's brows lifted at this, but he didn't look away from her. Especially when she looked at him, with... what was in her eyes? He couldn't identify it. But he had this feeling she was challenging him to see if he would walk away at such a shocking bit of news. Well, most might consider it shocking. He didn't. Death didn't phase him like it did others. One of the many by-products of being raised by the Creed. Instead he met her gaze head on. There was no pity in his grey eyes, no sympathy either for that matter. Death was part of life - inevitable.
Being this close to her now, however, made him glad for the decision to approach her. Her eyes looked haunted in a very attractive way, and the waves of blonde hair promised of softness blanketing his chest. If he could get her naked and into his bed that is. He heard someone playing a lute not too far away. A mischievous look flashed in his eyes as a thought struck him.
"Because there is music, and no one to dance with," he lamented. He'd let his tone sound dreary and downtrodden. Turned his face towards the sky as if he was praying to the gods for an answer to his dilemma.
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"My mother died."
A very to the point statement. The man's brows lifted at this, but he didn't look away from her. Especially when she looked at him, with... what was in her eyes? He couldn't identify it. But he had this feeling she was challenging him to see if he would walk away at such a shocking bit of news. Well, most might consider it shocking. He didn't. Death didn't phase him like it did others. One of the many by-products of being raised by the Creed. Instead he met her gaze head on. There was no pity in his grey eyes, no sympathy either for that matter. Death was part of life - inevitable.
Being this close to her now, however, made him glad for the decision to approach her. Her eyes looked haunted in a very attractive way, and the waves of blonde hair promised of softness blanketing his chest. If he could get her naked and into his bed that is. He heard someone playing a lute not too far away. A mischievous look flashed in his eyes as a thought struck him.
"Because there is music, and no one to dance with," he lamented. He'd let his tone sound dreary and downtrodden. Turned his face towards the sky as if he was praying to the gods for an answer to his dilemma.
"My mother died."
A very to the point statement. The man's brows lifted at this, but he didn't look away from her. Especially when she looked at him, with... what was in her eyes? He couldn't identify it. But he had this feeling she was challenging him to see if he would walk away at such a shocking bit of news. Well, most might consider it shocking. He didn't. Death didn't phase him like it did others. One of the many by-products of being raised by the Creed. Instead he met her gaze head on. There was no pity in his grey eyes, no sympathy either for that matter. Death was part of life - inevitable.
Being this close to her now, however, made him glad for the decision to approach her. Her eyes looked haunted in a very attractive way, and the waves of blonde hair promised of softness blanketing his chest. If he could get her naked and into his bed that is. He heard someone playing a lute not too far away. A mischievous look flashed in his eyes as a thought struck him.
"Because there is music, and no one to dance with," he lamented. He'd let his tone sound dreary and downtrodden. Turned his face towards the sky as if he was praying to the gods for an answer to his dilemma.
Briseis wasn't sure if she was holding her breath for any particular reason or if it was just the nature of the grief. Since Achilleas had rejected her and broken their arrangement her smiles had been rarer and rarer, the cruelty of his father to have her wait on her former lover and his new wife, the joy she took in the spite of pointing out his brother's interest in the woman. If it would not have broken his heart perhaps she would have delved into the curiosity to determine once and for all if there was something more than a friendship between brother and sister in law between the two. But it would have destroyed him, and the blame placed on her instead.
She wanted nothing more than to know that even if it caused her pain, Achilleas was safe and well. As long as the woman he'd married loved him as much as Briseis had for six years before he had set her aside, he would be blessed by the gods and surrounded with good fortune. It was impossible to hope for it, but at the same time she couldn't accept him being unhappy, certainly not to her ill wishing. As much as she hated Theodora of Leventi for ruining her own happiness, she had been at their wedding, seen how he looked at his new bride, the way he felt for her.
He had called out to her once, when his father died he had turned to Briseis for the last time, asking her to remove everyone from the house. She had done as he asked. As she always had. When they were in the palace, that final kiss had sealed the breaking of her heart. There was nothing more she could do to sway his mind and so until she found a new path or had the funds to go elsewhere she would be stuck in the palati. Another faceless servant blending with the rest.
Music was floating through the air as the sun began to fade and she could only blink at him for a moment. If his response to the knowledge that her mother had died was that he was sad for lack of a dance partner she wasn't sure if he was simply mocking her or had seen enough death and pain to be able to make light of it. In either case, he was intriguing, and the ghostly shadow of a smile crossed her lips. Perhaps he was some sort of satyr searching for someone else to lead astray. There was nothing better for her to do, she might as well humor him.
"The lack of a dance partner is tragic. I'll grant you that. Whatever will you do?"
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Briseis wasn't sure if she was holding her breath for any particular reason or if it was just the nature of the grief. Since Achilleas had rejected her and broken their arrangement her smiles had been rarer and rarer, the cruelty of his father to have her wait on her former lover and his new wife, the joy she took in the spite of pointing out his brother's interest in the woman. If it would not have broken his heart perhaps she would have delved into the curiosity to determine once and for all if there was something more than a friendship between brother and sister in law between the two. But it would have destroyed him, and the blame placed on her instead.
She wanted nothing more than to know that even if it caused her pain, Achilleas was safe and well. As long as the woman he'd married loved him as much as Briseis had for six years before he had set her aside, he would be blessed by the gods and surrounded with good fortune. It was impossible to hope for it, but at the same time she couldn't accept him being unhappy, certainly not to her ill wishing. As much as she hated Theodora of Leventi for ruining her own happiness, she had been at their wedding, seen how he looked at his new bride, the way he felt for her.
He had called out to her once, when his father died he had turned to Briseis for the last time, asking her to remove everyone from the house. She had done as he asked. As she always had. When they were in the palace, that final kiss had sealed the breaking of her heart. There was nothing more she could do to sway his mind and so until she found a new path or had the funds to go elsewhere she would be stuck in the palati. Another faceless servant blending with the rest.
Music was floating through the air as the sun began to fade and she could only blink at him for a moment. If his response to the knowledge that her mother had died was that he was sad for lack of a dance partner she wasn't sure if he was simply mocking her or had seen enough death and pain to be able to make light of it. In either case, he was intriguing, and the ghostly shadow of a smile crossed her lips. Perhaps he was some sort of satyr searching for someone else to lead astray. There was nothing better for her to do, she might as well humor him.
"The lack of a dance partner is tragic. I'll grant you that. Whatever will you do?"
Briseis wasn't sure if she was holding her breath for any particular reason or if it was just the nature of the grief. Since Achilleas had rejected her and broken their arrangement her smiles had been rarer and rarer, the cruelty of his father to have her wait on her former lover and his new wife, the joy she took in the spite of pointing out his brother's interest in the woman. If it would not have broken his heart perhaps she would have delved into the curiosity to determine once and for all if there was something more than a friendship between brother and sister in law between the two. But it would have destroyed him, and the blame placed on her instead.
She wanted nothing more than to know that even if it caused her pain, Achilleas was safe and well. As long as the woman he'd married loved him as much as Briseis had for six years before he had set her aside, he would be blessed by the gods and surrounded with good fortune. It was impossible to hope for it, but at the same time she couldn't accept him being unhappy, certainly not to her ill wishing. As much as she hated Theodora of Leventi for ruining her own happiness, she had been at their wedding, seen how he looked at his new bride, the way he felt for her.
He had called out to her once, when his father died he had turned to Briseis for the last time, asking her to remove everyone from the house. She had done as he asked. As she always had. When they were in the palace, that final kiss had sealed the breaking of her heart. There was nothing more she could do to sway his mind and so until she found a new path or had the funds to go elsewhere she would be stuck in the palati. Another faceless servant blending with the rest.
Music was floating through the air as the sun began to fade and she could only blink at him for a moment. If his response to the knowledge that her mother had died was that he was sad for lack of a dance partner she wasn't sure if he was simply mocking her or had seen enough death and pain to be able to make light of it. In either case, he was intriguing, and the ghostly shadow of a smile crossed her lips. Perhaps he was some sort of satyr searching for someone else to lead astray. There was nothing better for her to do, she might as well humor him.
"The lack of a dance partner is tragic. I'll grant you that. Whatever will you do?"
The music was quickly filling the square. And Kyros could see a few dancers close to the performers joining in the merriment. Kyros wasn't really a dancer, but he did find that he enjoyed music immensely and was quick on his feet enough to learn even the more complex movements of the dances simply y watching others float through it with ease. "Mmm, well, I suppose I shall lament here on this wall the rest of the day. Alone." His tone was misty and forlorn. But then he looked back to the woman next to him as if seeing her for the first time, a mock of surprise clear on his face. "Wait. I've an idea." With the skill of fighting ease, Kyros was on his feet atop the wall! Balancing on the balls of his feet, he launched himself into the air and spun a complete circuit before nimbly landing before her - his hand extended to help her down. A wide wicked smile on his face. "Let us be melancholy together, then. And envelope ourselves in the flow of music and dance."
He hoped that she would accept his invitation. For if she were on the makeshift dance floor with him, he would be able to make easier work of seducing her into his bed at the tavern where he'd been staying recently. The hand he'd not offered her - perhaps he should learn her name! - fingered the small vial in his pocket. A vial filled with the extract of a potent flower that promised hours of blissful numbness. But that numbness could quickly become euphoric if he had a willing woman in his bed to share in the concoction. "I apologize. In my utter misery of not having a dance partner, I forgot to ask your name. Please, may I know the name of the beauty on my arm?" His grey eyes seemed to swirl in their own dance as he weaved his words or flattery - something at which he was quickly becoming skilled.
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The music was quickly filling the square. And Kyros could see a few dancers close to the performers joining in the merriment. Kyros wasn't really a dancer, but he did find that he enjoyed music immensely and was quick on his feet enough to learn even the more complex movements of the dances simply y watching others float through it with ease. "Mmm, well, I suppose I shall lament here on this wall the rest of the day. Alone." His tone was misty and forlorn. But then he looked back to the woman next to him as if seeing her for the first time, a mock of surprise clear on his face. "Wait. I've an idea." With the skill of fighting ease, Kyros was on his feet atop the wall! Balancing on the balls of his feet, he launched himself into the air and spun a complete circuit before nimbly landing before her - his hand extended to help her down. A wide wicked smile on his face. "Let us be melancholy together, then. And envelope ourselves in the flow of music and dance."
He hoped that she would accept his invitation. For if she were on the makeshift dance floor with him, he would be able to make easier work of seducing her into his bed at the tavern where he'd been staying recently. The hand he'd not offered her - perhaps he should learn her name! - fingered the small vial in his pocket. A vial filled with the extract of a potent flower that promised hours of blissful numbness. But that numbness could quickly become euphoric if he had a willing woman in his bed to share in the concoction. "I apologize. In my utter misery of not having a dance partner, I forgot to ask your name. Please, may I know the name of the beauty on my arm?" His grey eyes seemed to swirl in their own dance as he weaved his words or flattery - something at which he was quickly becoming skilled.
The music was quickly filling the square. And Kyros could see a few dancers close to the performers joining in the merriment. Kyros wasn't really a dancer, but he did find that he enjoyed music immensely and was quick on his feet enough to learn even the more complex movements of the dances simply y watching others float through it with ease. "Mmm, well, I suppose I shall lament here on this wall the rest of the day. Alone." His tone was misty and forlorn. But then he looked back to the woman next to him as if seeing her for the first time, a mock of surprise clear on his face. "Wait. I've an idea." With the skill of fighting ease, Kyros was on his feet atop the wall! Balancing on the balls of his feet, he launched himself into the air and spun a complete circuit before nimbly landing before her - his hand extended to help her down. A wide wicked smile on his face. "Let us be melancholy together, then. And envelope ourselves in the flow of music and dance."
He hoped that she would accept his invitation. For if she were on the makeshift dance floor with him, he would be able to make easier work of seducing her into his bed at the tavern where he'd been staying recently. The hand he'd not offered her - perhaps he should learn her name! - fingered the small vial in his pocket. A vial filled with the extract of a potent flower that promised hours of blissful numbness. But that numbness could quickly become euphoric if he had a willing woman in his bed to share in the concoction. "I apologize. In my utter misery of not having a dance partner, I forgot to ask your name. Please, may I know the name of the beauty on my arm?" His grey eyes seemed to swirl in their own dance as he weaved his words or flattery - something at which he was quickly becoming skilled.
She could feel her lips pursing, in an attempt to hide a smile and give him a chastising look. He was bold, trying to coax her out of her misery unlike anyone else she knew, and it ought to have been obnoxious. She should have just scowled at him and huffed away, been angry at him for making light of her sadness, but he was making her smile for the first time in weeks. Why she had been the target of his attention instead of someone else she had no idea, certainly looking as plain and melancholy as she was hadn't drawn him to her. Nor did she think she was important enough to anyone to have someone follow her.
Briseis bit her lower lip to keep from laughing as he jumped down and spun, he was graceful she could give him that, and shook her head as he extended his hand. Dancing with him would be better than nothing, and nothing was what she had at the moment. Besides, if it made her sad, or was too much, she could always walk away. If this was going to be her last shot at having a happy moment before returning to the misery of work in the palace knowing the man she loved didn't care for her in return, she would be foolish to turn it down. Taking his hand, she slipped down from the wall and glanced around as if still expecting someone to come out and say this was all a joke, a jest to remind her that she was entirely undesirable and no one would actually want to spend time with her. When it didn't come, she simply gave the ghost of a smile and followed him toward the music.
"Briseis, and you?"
A brow arched in curiosity as she got a different angle of viewing him. He was really startlingly handsome, his eyes had such a pale color in contrast to his hair and the golden tan of his skin it made them seem as if they were peering into her heart. His basic coloring was the same as Achilleas', but his lips were fuller, his smile much more ready, and his expression seemed to dance in time to the music in a way that was foreign to her. It was not at all unwelcome, and for the first time since he had begun to speak to her she allowed herself a small smile.
Perhaps dancing with him would not be so bad after all. At the very least she could have a few moments where she did not feel guilty for smiling, and though her heart was still not free to be given, the thought of forgetting for a few hours was a tempting offer. She was getting ahead of herself though, he could drop her as quickly as he had picked her up off the wall, vanish into nothing before she could even get his name. It was best to avoid any sort of attachment.
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She could feel her lips pursing, in an attempt to hide a smile and give him a chastising look. He was bold, trying to coax her out of her misery unlike anyone else she knew, and it ought to have been obnoxious. She should have just scowled at him and huffed away, been angry at him for making light of her sadness, but he was making her smile for the first time in weeks. Why she had been the target of his attention instead of someone else she had no idea, certainly looking as plain and melancholy as she was hadn't drawn him to her. Nor did she think she was important enough to anyone to have someone follow her.
Briseis bit her lower lip to keep from laughing as he jumped down and spun, he was graceful she could give him that, and shook her head as he extended his hand. Dancing with him would be better than nothing, and nothing was what she had at the moment. Besides, if it made her sad, or was too much, she could always walk away. If this was going to be her last shot at having a happy moment before returning to the misery of work in the palace knowing the man she loved didn't care for her in return, she would be foolish to turn it down. Taking his hand, she slipped down from the wall and glanced around as if still expecting someone to come out and say this was all a joke, a jest to remind her that she was entirely undesirable and no one would actually want to spend time with her. When it didn't come, she simply gave the ghost of a smile and followed him toward the music.
"Briseis, and you?"
A brow arched in curiosity as she got a different angle of viewing him. He was really startlingly handsome, his eyes had such a pale color in contrast to his hair and the golden tan of his skin it made them seem as if they were peering into her heart. His basic coloring was the same as Achilleas', but his lips were fuller, his smile much more ready, and his expression seemed to dance in time to the music in a way that was foreign to her. It was not at all unwelcome, and for the first time since he had begun to speak to her she allowed herself a small smile.
Perhaps dancing with him would not be so bad after all. At the very least she could have a few moments where she did not feel guilty for smiling, and though her heart was still not free to be given, the thought of forgetting for a few hours was a tempting offer. She was getting ahead of herself though, he could drop her as quickly as he had picked her up off the wall, vanish into nothing before she could even get his name. It was best to avoid any sort of attachment.
She could feel her lips pursing, in an attempt to hide a smile and give him a chastising look. He was bold, trying to coax her out of her misery unlike anyone else she knew, and it ought to have been obnoxious. She should have just scowled at him and huffed away, been angry at him for making light of her sadness, but he was making her smile for the first time in weeks. Why she had been the target of his attention instead of someone else she had no idea, certainly looking as plain and melancholy as she was hadn't drawn him to her. Nor did she think she was important enough to anyone to have someone follow her.
Briseis bit her lower lip to keep from laughing as he jumped down and spun, he was graceful she could give him that, and shook her head as he extended his hand. Dancing with him would be better than nothing, and nothing was what she had at the moment. Besides, if it made her sad, or was too much, she could always walk away. If this was going to be her last shot at having a happy moment before returning to the misery of work in the palace knowing the man she loved didn't care for her in return, she would be foolish to turn it down. Taking his hand, she slipped down from the wall and glanced around as if still expecting someone to come out and say this was all a joke, a jest to remind her that she was entirely undesirable and no one would actually want to spend time with her. When it didn't come, she simply gave the ghost of a smile and followed him toward the music.
"Briseis, and you?"
A brow arched in curiosity as she got a different angle of viewing him. He was really startlingly handsome, his eyes had such a pale color in contrast to his hair and the golden tan of his skin it made them seem as if they were peering into her heart. His basic coloring was the same as Achilleas', but his lips were fuller, his smile much more ready, and his expression seemed to dance in time to the music in a way that was foreign to her. It was not at all unwelcome, and for the first time since he had begun to speak to her she allowed herself a small smile.
Perhaps dancing with him would not be so bad after all. At the very least she could have a few moments where she did not feel guilty for smiling, and though her heart was still not free to be given, the thought of forgetting for a few hours was a tempting offer. She was getting ahead of herself though, he could drop her as quickly as he had picked her up off the wall, vanish into nothing before she could even get his name. It was best to avoid any sort of attachment.
Briseis. Kyros glaced sidelong to the woman as they walked. Yes. A name fitting her beauty, indeed. "Ah. Names. Such... powerful things, aren't they? With one's name you can summon their attention - in essence you wield a power over over a person. However, briefly that may be." He smirked at his won musings. Once again, someone was asking his name. Names. Such novel concepts, and yet so much of everyday life... for most. A name had not been part of his life until very recently. "Kyros. They call me Kyros." he said softly, his tone thoughtful.
Kyros quickly banished these deeper musings from his mind as they approached the gathering crowd around the musicians. Now was not the time for self reflection. Now was the time to be in the moment. He'd baited the young woman to his side. Now to seduce her with dance and music and, hopefully, charm her into his bed for the evening. Kyros turned to face Briseis and reached for her hands. He glanced around to the other dancing pairs in the courtyard, watching the movements of their hands and feet. It was a dance he'd observed recently actually. The movements carefree and flowing, and yet chaste in the physical contact with one's partner. He flashed a smile - he didn't smile often, but he did so now because he found women were more charmed when he smiled at them. 'Shall we?" His grey eyes flashed, as he began to lead her in the steps, his movements fluid and smooth as he spun them to the center of the small crowd. The music was lively and melodically hypnotizing.
He watched her as they moved. Admired her hair, her features. He could recognize the sadness at the edge of her eyes, though he did not recall ever feeling such sadness himself. Yes he lamented the loss of the only family he'd known. But he wouldn't call it sadness. Not really. "You dance beautifully, Briseis." he told her, when the movements of the dance had brought her in close enough for him to whisper low in her ear.
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Briseis. Kyros glaced sidelong to the woman as they walked. Yes. A name fitting her beauty, indeed. "Ah. Names. Such... powerful things, aren't they? With one's name you can summon their attention - in essence you wield a power over over a person. However, briefly that may be." He smirked at his won musings. Once again, someone was asking his name. Names. Such novel concepts, and yet so much of everyday life... for most. A name had not been part of his life until very recently. "Kyros. They call me Kyros." he said softly, his tone thoughtful.
Kyros quickly banished these deeper musings from his mind as they approached the gathering crowd around the musicians. Now was not the time for self reflection. Now was the time to be in the moment. He'd baited the young woman to his side. Now to seduce her with dance and music and, hopefully, charm her into his bed for the evening. Kyros turned to face Briseis and reached for her hands. He glanced around to the other dancing pairs in the courtyard, watching the movements of their hands and feet. It was a dance he'd observed recently actually. The movements carefree and flowing, and yet chaste in the physical contact with one's partner. He flashed a smile - he didn't smile often, but he did so now because he found women were more charmed when he smiled at them. 'Shall we?" His grey eyes flashed, as he began to lead her in the steps, his movements fluid and smooth as he spun them to the center of the small crowd. The music was lively and melodically hypnotizing.
He watched her as they moved. Admired her hair, her features. He could recognize the sadness at the edge of her eyes, though he did not recall ever feeling such sadness himself. Yes he lamented the loss of the only family he'd known. But he wouldn't call it sadness. Not really. "You dance beautifully, Briseis." he told her, when the movements of the dance had brought her in close enough for him to whisper low in her ear.
Briseis. Kyros glaced sidelong to the woman as they walked. Yes. A name fitting her beauty, indeed. "Ah. Names. Such... powerful things, aren't they? With one's name you can summon their attention - in essence you wield a power over over a person. However, briefly that may be." He smirked at his won musings. Once again, someone was asking his name. Names. Such novel concepts, and yet so much of everyday life... for most. A name had not been part of his life until very recently. "Kyros. They call me Kyros." he said softly, his tone thoughtful.
Kyros quickly banished these deeper musings from his mind as they approached the gathering crowd around the musicians. Now was not the time for self reflection. Now was the time to be in the moment. He'd baited the young woman to his side. Now to seduce her with dance and music and, hopefully, charm her into his bed for the evening. Kyros turned to face Briseis and reached for her hands. He glanced around to the other dancing pairs in the courtyard, watching the movements of their hands and feet. It was a dance he'd observed recently actually. The movements carefree and flowing, and yet chaste in the physical contact with one's partner. He flashed a smile - he didn't smile often, but he did so now because he found women were more charmed when he smiled at them. 'Shall we?" His grey eyes flashed, as he began to lead her in the steps, his movements fluid and smooth as he spun them to the center of the small crowd. The music was lively and melodically hypnotizing.
He watched her as they moved. Admired her hair, her features. He could recognize the sadness at the edge of her eyes, though he did not recall ever feeling such sadness himself. Yes he lamented the loss of the only family he'd known. But he wouldn't call it sadness. Not really. "You dance beautifully, Briseis." he told her, when the movements of the dance had brought her in close enough for him to whisper low in her ear.
Perhaps this was the path the gods intended to set her on. Taking her away from the hopeless love she felt for Achilleas and steering her towards someone else. It didn't have to be him, this man in particular who was drawing her through the steps of the dance, but to know that someone else might notice her, that she might not fade away entirely and be forgotten and unwanted by everyone around her, that was promising enough to make her smile. There was little she knew about this man, but as he took her hands she resolved to enjoy the time she had.
Better to smile and dance her way through the pain than to let it linger.
Briseis let herself sink into the music, remembering the dancing at the festivals when she had been young, tripping slightly over her feet as she tried to follow the steps and giving a laugh when one stumble nearly tossed her off balance. Kyros' arms around her kept her upright and she had to laugh again at his compliment. She danced decently, but certainly not well enough to be called beautiful. Her learning had been from priestesses and watching the other common folk during celebrations, not from formal tutors and fancy instructors like a noble woman.
Theodora would have had formal dance training, would know how to dance to entertain Achilleas and be graceful and beautiful. She would share his bed and bear his children and be most beloved by him. The shadow fell over her features once more even as she tried to smile past it.
"You are kind to say so, Kyros." His voice in her ear sent a shiver down her spine. It was nice to be desired, but no matter how handsome this one was, he didn't make her feel the way Achilleas did. Nor was he any less likely to break her heart if she let him get closer. "Why did you pick me? There are plenty of ladies to dance with who have less sour faces."
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Perhaps this was the path the gods intended to set her on. Taking her away from the hopeless love she felt for Achilleas and steering her towards someone else. It didn't have to be him, this man in particular who was drawing her through the steps of the dance, but to know that someone else might notice her, that she might not fade away entirely and be forgotten and unwanted by everyone around her, that was promising enough to make her smile. There was little she knew about this man, but as he took her hands she resolved to enjoy the time she had.
Better to smile and dance her way through the pain than to let it linger.
Briseis let herself sink into the music, remembering the dancing at the festivals when she had been young, tripping slightly over her feet as she tried to follow the steps and giving a laugh when one stumble nearly tossed her off balance. Kyros' arms around her kept her upright and she had to laugh again at his compliment. She danced decently, but certainly not well enough to be called beautiful. Her learning had been from priestesses and watching the other common folk during celebrations, not from formal tutors and fancy instructors like a noble woman.
Theodora would have had formal dance training, would know how to dance to entertain Achilleas and be graceful and beautiful. She would share his bed and bear his children and be most beloved by him. The shadow fell over her features once more even as she tried to smile past it.
"You are kind to say so, Kyros." His voice in her ear sent a shiver down her spine. It was nice to be desired, but no matter how handsome this one was, he didn't make her feel the way Achilleas did. Nor was he any less likely to break her heart if she let him get closer. "Why did you pick me? There are plenty of ladies to dance with who have less sour faces."
Perhaps this was the path the gods intended to set her on. Taking her away from the hopeless love she felt for Achilleas and steering her towards someone else. It didn't have to be him, this man in particular who was drawing her through the steps of the dance, but to know that someone else might notice her, that she might not fade away entirely and be forgotten and unwanted by everyone around her, that was promising enough to make her smile. There was little she knew about this man, but as he took her hands she resolved to enjoy the time she had.
Better to smile and dance her way through the pain than to let it linger.
Briseis let herself sink into the music, remembering the dancing at the festivals when she had been young, tripping slightly over her feet as she tried to follow the steps and giving a laugh when one stumble nearly tossed her off balance. Kyros' arms around her kept her upright and she had to laugh again at his compliment. She danced decently, but certainly not well enough to be called beautiful. Her learning had been from priestesses and watching the other common folk during celebrations, not from formal tutors and fancy instructors like a noble woman.
Theodora would have had formal dance training, would know how to dance to entertain Achilleas and be graceful and beautiful. She would share his bed and bear his children and be most beloved by him. The shadow fell over her features once more even as she tried to smile past it.
"You are kind to say so, Kyros." His voice in her ear sent a shiver down her spine. It was nice to be desired, but no matter how handsome this one was, he didn't make her feel the way Achilleas did. Nor was he any less likely to break her heart if she let him get closer. "Why did you pick me? There are plenty of ladies to dance with who have less sour faces."
The mercenary had been quick in tightening his arms around the Briseis' waist to keep her from falling when she stumbled. The movement had brought her in close where he'd whispered the reassuring compliment in her ear. But she didn't seem convinced of it.
Kyros let out a low laugh at her comment of having a sour face. "By no means is your face sour, dear Briseis." he told her, a smirk on his lips. "But since you asked... I chose to approach you because you were alone. As I am. I had set out in search of a way to... forget my troubles for a time." The song was coming to an end, so Kyros directed their movements off to the side of the crowd, where he could could speak to her in low tones without drawing the ear of too many passersby. He pulled a small vial from a pouch on his belt and held it up for her to see. "I can do that.. forget for a time... with this. But it's always so much more enjoyable when I am not alone." He replaced the vial into his belt pouch and looked to the young woman questioningly. He stepped closer to her, even lifted a hand to brush a stray strand of hair from her face. "Would you allow me to try to rid you of your sadness? Even for a short while?" His grey eyes met her gaze, a simmering fire flaring up within them at the thought of getting this woman to his bed. Of amplifying the sensations to come with the a few drops of the special tincture.
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The mercenary had been quick in tightening his arms around the Briseis' waist to keep her from falling when she stumbled. The movement had brought her in close where he'd whispered the reassuring compliment in her ear. But she didn't seem convinced of it.
Kyros let out a low laugh at her comment of having a sour face. "By no means is your face sour, dear Briseis." he told her, a smirk on his lips. "But since you asked... I chose to approach you because you were alone. As I am. I had set out in search of a way to... forget my troubles for a time." The song was coming to an end, so Kyros directed their movements off to the side of the crowd, where he could could speak to her in low tones without drawing the ear of too many passersby. He pulled a small vial from a pouch on his belt and held it up for her to see. "I can do that.. forget for a time... with this. But it's always so much more enjoyable when I am not alone." He replaced the vial into his belt pouch and looked to the young woman questioningly. He stepped closer to her, even lifted a hand to brush a stray strand of hair from her face. "Would you allow me to try to rid you of your sadness? Even for a short while?" His grey eyes met her gaze, a simmering fire flaring up within them at the thought of getting this woman to his bed. Of amplifying the sensations to come with the a few drops of the special tincture.
The mercenary had been quick in tightening his arms around the Briseis' waist to keep her from falling when she stumbled. The movement had brought her in close where he'd whispered the reassuring compliment in her ear. But she didn't seem convinced of it.
Kyros let out a low laugh at her comment of having a sour face. "By no means is your face sour, dear Briseis." he told her, a smirk on his lips. "But since you asked... I chose to approach you because you were alone. As I am. I had set out in search of a way to... forget my troubles for a time." The song was coming to an end, so Kyros directed their movements off to the side of the crowd, where he could could speak to her in low tones without drawing the ear of too many passersby. He pulled a small vial from a pouch on his belt and held it up for her to see. "I can do that.. forget for a time... with this. But it's always so much more enjoyable when I am not alone." He replaced the vial into his belt pouch and looked to the young woman questioningly. He stepped closer to her, even lifted a hand to brush a stray strand of hair from her face. "Would you allow me to try to rid you of your sadness? Even for a short while?" His grey eyes met her gaze, a simmering fire flaring up within them at the thought of getting this woman to his bed. Of amplifying the sensations to come with the a few drops of the special tincture.
"What troubles do you have Kyros? It seems only fair to share yours with me as I've done with you."
Looking up at him she took advantage of the closeness to study his features further. He was handsome, the sort of man that had she not been so fully in love with Achilleas she might have flushed and fluttered that someone like him was paying attention to her. It was difficult to think that anyone might ever fill the gaping hole he had left in her heart, but perhaps seeing Kyros again would begin to heal it. Or perhaps it was just a temporary distraction for the evening.
The end of the song drew them away from the center of the space, and she followed him out until they were mostly out of the clutter of people, prepared to draw her himation around her tighter and bid him farewell. A dance was all he'd asked for and she fully expected him to say his goodbyes and vanish into the crowd, letting her do the same and giving her a moment of brightness to think on before she returned to waiting on the queen who had everything she wanted. Her breath caught as instead he pulled out a vial, looking at it with a nervous suspicion.
Lifting pale eyes to his, she narrowed them and took a slight step back, no longer feeling entirely charmed by him and instead uneasy. She might have made many mistakes in her life but every sense in her now was telling her that if she went forward it would be even more dangerous than what she had done in the past. Taking the contents of a vial from a strange man was never a good idea, no matter how handsome or sweet he seemed.
Afraid of turning him down outright, she let her lips tip up into a slight smile as she shook her head. "You have been kind, but I cannot. I return to my duties in the morning and it would not do for me to go to the palace after such a thing."
Her hand lifted to cover his own as he brushed at her hair, holding it still and widening her smile. "Perhaps, if we met again, I could allow you to take away my sadness a different way?"
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"What troubles do you have Kyros? It seems only fair to share yours with me as I've done with you."
Looking up at him she took advantage of the closeness to study his features further. He was handsome, the sort of man that had she not been so fully in love with Achilleas she might have flushed and fluttered that someone like him was paying attention to her. It was difficult to think that anyone might ever fill the gaping hole he had left in her heart, but perhaps seeing Kyros again would begin to heal it. Or perhaps it was just a temporary distraction for the evening.
The end of the song drew them away from the center of the space, and she followed him out until they were mostly out of the clutter of people, prepared to draw her himation around her tighter and bid him farewell. A dance was all he'd asked for and she fully expected him to say his goodbyes and vanish into the crowd, letting her do the same and giving her a moment of brightness to think on before she returned to waiting on the queen who had everything she wanted. Her breath caught as instead he pulled out a vial, looking at it with a nervous suspicion.
Lifting pale eyes to his, she narrowed them and took a slight step back, no longer feeling entirely charmed by him and instead uneasy. She might have made many mistakes in her life but every sense in her now was telling her that if she went forward it would be even more dangerous than what she had done in the past. Taking the contents of a vial from a strange man was never a good idea, no matter how handsome or sweet he seemed.
Afraid of turning him down outright, she let her lips tip up into a slight smile as she shook her head. "You have been kind, but I cannot. I return to my duties in the morning and it would not do for me to go to the palace after such a thing."
Her hand lifted to cover his own as he brushed at her hair, holding it still and widening her smile. "Perhaps, if we met again, I could allow you to take away my sadness a different way?"
"What troubles do you have Kyros? It seems only fair to share yours with me as I've done with you."
Looking up at him she took advantage of the closeness to study his features further. He was handsome, the sort of man that had she not been so fully in love with Achilleas she might have flushed and fluttered that someone like him was paying attention to her. It was difficult to think that anyone might ever fill the gaping hole he had left in her heart, but perhaps seeing Kyros again would begin to heal it. Or perhaps it was just a temporary distraction for the evening.
The end of the song drew them away from the center of the space, and she followed him out until they were mostly out of the clutter of people, prepared to draw her himation around her tighter and bid him farewell. A dance was all he'd asked for and she fully expected him to say his goodbyes and vanish into the crowd, letting her do the same and giving her a moment of brightness to think on before she returned to waiting on the queen who had everything she wanted. Her breath caught as instead he pulled out a vial, looking at it with a nervous suspicion.
Lifting pale eyes to his, she narrowed them and took a slight step back, no longer feeling entirely charmed by him and instead uneasy. She might have made many mistakes in her life but every sense in her now was telling her that if she went forward it would be even more dangerous than what she had done in the past. Taking the contents of a vial from a strange man was never a good idea, no matter how handsome or sweet he seemed.
Afraid of turning him down outright, she let her lips tip up into a slight smile as she shook her head. "You have been kind, but I cannot. I return to my duties in the morning and it would not do for me to go to the palace after such a thing."
Her hand lifted to cover his own as he brushed at her hair, holding it still and widening her smile. "Perhaps, if we met again, I could allow you to take away my sadness a different way?"
'What troubles do you have Kyros? It seems only fair to share yours with me as I've done with you.'
Kyros took a deep breath and looked at the sky as he let it out slowly, searching for the right words. "I recently lost... everything. The very core of my being was... shaken. And now I am bound to a man I despise." It felt easy to talk to her. She didn't know him. He didn't know her. And after today it would be unlikely they'd see each other again.
He'd taken her off to the side of the crowd and pulled out the elixir he'd procured. He frowned at her words, turning aside his invitation. "I see. Though I have become quite good at administering it in a way that you would be perfectly back to normal well before morning. But... too soon. You do not trust me. Probably with good reason." A spark flared in his grey eyes as he slipped the vial back into the hidden pocket he'd pulled it from. He quirked a brow at her suggestive tone and choice of words.
'Perhaps, if we met again, I could allow you to take away my sadness a different way?
A grin lit up his face and he stepped closer to her still. He glanced around to be sure no one was listening in. It seemed most were concerned with the next song the minstrels were playing. "We do not have to wait for a next meeting for that, my lady. I know how to help your sadness without such aids. The drug just makes it all the more enjoyable, heightens the senses so to speak. But If you insist on waiting..." he stepped back from her, a playful grin on his face. He turned on his heel and took a few good strides away as if he were indeed leaving. Then he spun back around and verily bounded back to his place in front of her. He gave a short bow. "A pleasure to see you again, my lady. Might you spare a few hours to spend with a lonely and troubled man, such as I?"
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'What troubles do you have Kyros? It seems only fair to share yours with me as I've done with you.'
Kyros took a deep breath and looked at the sky as he let it out slowly, searching for the right words. "I recently lost... everything. The very core of my being was... shaken. And now I am bound to a man I despise." It felt easy to talk to her. She didn't know him. He didn't know her. And after today it would be unlikely they'd see each other again.
He'd taken her off to the side of the crowd and pulled out the elixir he'd procured. He frowned at her words, turning aside his invitation. "I see. Though I have become quite good at administering it in a way that you would be perfectly back to normal well before morning. But... too soon. You do not trust me. Probably with good reason." A spark flared in his grey eyes as he slipped the vial back into the hidden pocket he'd pulled it from. He quirked a brow at her suggestive tone and choice of words.
'Perhaps, if we met again, I could allow you to take away my sadness a different way?
A grin lit up his face and he stepped closer to her still. He glanced around to be sure no one was listening in. It seemed most were concerned with the next song the minstrels were playing. "We do not have to wait for a next meeting for that, my lady. I know how to help your sadness without such aids. The drug just makes it all the more enjoyable, heightens the senses so to speak. But If you insist on waiting..." he stepped back from her, a playful grin on his face. He turned on his heel and took a few good strides away as if he were indeed leaving. Then he spun back around and verily bounded back to his place in front of her. He gave a short bow. "A pleasure to see you again, my lady. Might you spare a few hours to spend with a lonely and troubled man, such as I?"
'What troubles do you have Kyros? It seems only fair to share yours with me as I've done with you.'
Kyros took a deep breath and looked at the sky as he let it out slowly, searching for the right words. "I recently lost... everything. The very core of my being was... shaken. And now I am bound to a man I despise." It felt easy to talk to her. She didn't know him. He didn't know her. And after today it would be unlikely they'd see each other again.
He'd taken her off to the side of the crowd and pulled out the elixir he'd procured. He frowned at her words, turning aside his invitation. "I see. Though I have become quite good at administering it in a way that you would be perfectly back to normal well before morning. But... too soon. You do not trust me. Probably with good reason." A spark flared in his grey eyes as he slipped the vial back into the hidden pocket he'd pulled it from. He quirked a brow at her suggestive tone and choice of words.
'Perhaps, if we met again, I could allow you to take away my sadness a different way?
A grin lit up his face and he stepped closer to her still. He glanced around to be sure no one was listening in. It seemed most were concerned with the next song the minstrels were playing. "We do not have to wait for a next meeting for that, my lady. I know how to help your sadness without such aids. The drug just makes it all the more enjoyable, heightens the senses so to speak. But If you insist on waiting..." he stepped back from her, a playful grin on his face. He turned on his heel and took a few good strides away as if he were indeed leaving. Then he spun back around and verily bounded back to his place in front of her. He gave a short bow. "A pleasure to see you again, my lady. Might you spare a few hours to spend with a lonely and troubled man, such as I?"
"To be bound to a man you despise is a horrible thing. Is there no way of seeking your freedom?"
Briseis knew so little about this man who she had encountered, but she knew a thing or two about the feeling. Not that she could ever despise Achilleas, or dare to seek her freedom. But the feeling of being controlled, of being bound to serve his wife while he was away, the woman that she hated more than anyone or anything else in the world, it was something she could relate to. Perhaps there was something to be said for seeking comfort outside of what was known, perhaps somehow they could help one another out of their bonds.
Her hand had landed on his upper arm, resting there in a gesture of comfort that now turned into something like a lifeline. When she left and went back to duty and routine she would be falling into the mundane again, but this time without the promise of the love she had thought she held. The vial in his palm was tempting, and she hoped he couldn't tell exactly how much she was considering throwing everything away and going with him. The loss of Achilleas and now her mother, the upheaval of everything she had known and taken comfort in had set her spinning down a path she could no longer control or see.
Shaking her head once more, she dropped her hand and was ready to step away again when instead he turned and began to walk off. The girl barely had a moment to register that that was how he'd chosen to end the night when suddenly he had turned and come back with a grin on his face that made her heart flutter a bit. What he was proposing was utterly dangerous and foolish, and she didn't know him from anyone else on the street. No, for the moment she had to keep her wits about her, but perhaps...
"Meet me here tomorrow. At this time. If you still wish to spend time with me. When we are no longer strangers, your offer will have a much greater appeal."
Her smile was coy but almost somehow shy. She hadn't tried to woo a man or been courted in any way herself since Achilleas had called her too him first. Twenty one seemed so young to be so unfamiliar with how this ought to proceed, or what ought to happen when, but she would not exchange six years with her lord for anything else. A sudden rush of boldness took her and Briseis stepped close, close enough to feel the heat off his chest against her own, looking up to the stranger from beneath pale lashes.
"Will you become more than a stranger, Kyros?"
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"To be bound to a man you despise is a horrible thing. Is there no way of seeking your freedom?"
Briseis knew so little about this man who she had encountered, but she knew a thing or two about the feeling. Not that she could ever despise Achilleas, or dare to seek her freedom. But the feeling of being controlled, of being bound to serve his wife while he was away, the woman that she hated more than anyone or anything else in the world, it was something she could relate to. Perhaps there was something to be said for seeking comfort outside of what was known, perhaps somehow they could help one another out of their bonds.
Her hand had landed on his upper arm, resting there in a gesture of comfort that now turned into something like a lifeline. When she left and went back to duty and routine she would be falling into the mundane again, but this time without the promise of the love she had thought she held. The vial in his palm was tempting, and she hoped he couldn't tell exactly how much she was considering throwing everything away and going with him. The loss of Achilleas and now her mother, the upheaval of everything she had known and taken comfort in had set her spinning down a path she could no longer control or see.
Shaking her head once more, she dropped her hand and was ready to step away again when instead he turned and began to walk off. The girl barely had a moment to register that that was how he'd chosen to end the night when suddenly he had turned and come back with a grin on his face that made her heart flutter a bit. What he was proposing was utterly dangerous and foolish, and she didn't know him from anyone else on the street. No, for the moment she had to keep her wits about her, but perhaps...
"Meet me here tomorrow. At this time. If you still wish to spend time with me. When we are no longer strangers, your offer will have a much greater appeal."
Her smile was coy but almost somehow shy. She hadn't tried to woo a man or been courted in any way herself since Achilleas had called her too him first. Twenty one seemed so young to be so unfamiliar with how this ought to proceed, or what ought to happen when, but she would not exchange six years with her lord for anything else. A sudden rush of boldness took her and Briseis stepped close, close enough to feel the heat off his chest against her own, looking up to the stranger from beneath pale lashes.
"Will you become more than a stranger, Kyros?"
"To be bound to a man you despise is a horrible thing. Is there no way of seeking your freedom?"
Briseis knew so little about this man who she had encountered, but she knew a thing or two about the feeling. Not that she could ever despise Achilleas, or dare to seek her freedom. But the feeling of being controlled, of being bound to serve his wife while he was away, the woman that she hated more than anyone or anything else in the world, it was something she could relate to. Perhaps there was something to be said for seeking comfort outside of what was known, perhaps somehow they could help one another out of their bonds.
Her hand had landed on his upper arm, resting there in a gesture of comfort that now turned into something like a lifeline. When she left and went back to duty and routine she would be falling into the mundane again, but this time without the promise of the love she had thought she held. The vial in his palm was tempting, and she hoped he couldn't tell exactly how much she was considering throwing everything away and going with him. The loss of Achilleas and now her mother, the upheaval of everything she had known and taken comfort in had set her spinning down a path she could no longer control or see.
Shaking her head once more, she dropped her hand and was ready to step away again when instead he turned and began to walk off. The girl barely had a moment to register that that was how he'd chosen to end the night when suddenly he had turned and come back with a grin on his face that made her heart flutter a bit. What he was proposing was utterly dangerous and foolish, and she didn't know him from anyone else on the street. No, for the moment she had to keep her wits about her, but perhaps...
"Meet me here tomorrow. At this time. If you still wish to spend time with me. When we are no longer strangers, your offer will have a much greater appeal."
Her smile was coy but almost somehow shy. She hadn't tried to woo a man or been courted in any way herself since Achilleas had called her too him first. Twenty one seemed so young to be so unfamiliar with how this ought to proceed, or what ought to happen when, but she would not exchange six years with her lord for anything else. A sudden rush of boldness took her and Briseis stepped close, close enough to feel the heat off his chest against her own, looking up to the stranger from beneath pale lashes.
"Will you become more than a stranger, Kyros?"
’ To be bound to a man you despise is a horrible thing. Is there no way of seeking your freedom?’
Kyros shook his head at this. ”Not without risking a worse fate. I will be free of him one day. I must hope for that. For now I bide my time.” Kyros was certain – was determined – that he would be free of Fotios Leventi one day. Preferably sooner rather than later. In the meantime, he would do as the lord bid him. He would bide his time, as he’d stated, until he discovered something that could aid in his freedom from the man and those that hunted Kyros. It would be no easy feat, Leventi was clever and careful. But Kyros was a survivor. That instinct is what landed him in his current predicament. He would find a way.
’ Meet me here tomorrow. At this time. If you still wish to spend time with me. When we are no longer strangers, your offer will have a much greater appeal.’
Kyros had been meeting her gaze head on, as he’d gone about his ruse of perpetuating a second meeting. He’d thought the little act quite clever, and was certain she’d be flattered enough to fall for it. But she wasn’t. Not quite anyways. Yet she wasn’t outright turning him away either. That enticing smile upon her lips hinted at a promise unspoken – and it made the mercenary wonder what she was thinking. He lowered his gaze from her face to look at the cobble stones of the ground between them.
’Will you become more than a stranger, Kyros?’
Meet her tomorrow? Should he? It wouldn’t really help with what he was craving tonight. But - Kyros lifted his eyes to meet Briseis’ questioning gaze – perhaps she would be worth the wait. ”I think I would like to, if you will allow it.” He offered a small smile, stepping just a little bit closer to her. ”I should be delighted meet you here tomorrow, fair Briseis, at the wall where I happened upon you this day.”
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’ To be bound to a man you despise is a horrible thing. Is there no way of seeking your freedom?’
Kyros shook his head at this. ”Not without risking a worse fate. I will be free of him one day. I must hope for that. For now I bide my time.” Kyros was certain – was determined – that he would be free of Fotios Leventi one day. Preferably sooner rather than later. In the meantime, he would do as the lord bid him. He would bide his time, as he’d stated, until he discovered something that could aid in his freedom from the man and those that hunted Kyros. It would be no easy feat, Leventi was clever and careful. But Kyros was a survivor. That instinct is what landed him in his current predicament. He would find a way.
’ Meet me here tomorrow. At this time. If you still wish to spend time with me. When we are no longer strangers, your offer will have a much greater appeal.’
Kyros had been meeting her gaze head on, as he’d gone about his ruse of perpetuating a second meeting. He’d thought the little act quite clever, and was certain she’d be flattered enough to fall for it. But she wasn’t. Not quite anyways. Yet she wasn’t outright turning him away either. That enticing smile upon her lips hinted at a promise unspoken – and it made the mercenary wonder what she was thinking. He lowered his gaze from her face to look at the cobble stones of the ground between them.
’Will you become more than a stranger, Kyros?’
Meet her tomorrow? Should he? It wouldn’t really help with what he was craving tonight. But - Kyros lifted his eyes to meet Briseis’ questioning gaze – perhaps she would be worth the wait. ”I think I would like to, if you will allow it.” He offered a small smile, stepping just a little bit closer to her. ”I should be delighted meet you here tomorrow, fair Briseis, at the wall where I happened upon you this day.”
’ To be bound to a man you despise is a horrible thing. Is there no way of seeking your freedom?’
Kyros shook his head at this. ”Not without risking a worse fate. I will be free of him one day. I must hope for that. For now I bide my time.” Kyros was certain – was determined – that he would be free of Fotios Leventi one day. Preferably sooner rather than later. In the meantime, he would do as the lord bid him. He would bide his time, as he’d stated, until he discovered something that could aid in his freedom from the man and those that hunted Kyros. It would be no easy feat, Leventi was clever and careful. But Kyros was a survivor. That instinct is what landed him in his current predicament. He would find a way.
’ Meet me here tomorrow. At this time. If you still wish to spend time with me. When we are no longer strangers, your offer will have a much greater appeal.’
Kyros had been meeting her gaze head on, as he’d gone about his ruse of perpetuating a second meeting. He’d thought the little act quite clever, and was certain she’d be flattered enough to fall for it. But she wasn’t. Not quite anyways. Yet she wasn’t outright turning him away either. That enticing smile upon her lips hinted at a promise unspoken – and it made the mercenary wonder what she was thinking. He lowered his gaze from her face to look at the cobble stones of the ground between them.
’Will you become more than a stranger, Kyros?’
Meet her tomorrow? Should he? It wouldn’t really help with what he was craving tonight. But - Kyros lifted his eyes to meet Briseis’ questioning gaze – perhaps she would be worth the wait. ”I think I would like to, if you will allow it.” He offered a small smile, stepping just a little bit closer to her. ”I should be delighted meet you here tomorrow, fair Briseis, at the wall where I happened upon you this day.”