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By the gods both above and below, Timaeus could not fathom why he had thought that this was a good idea.
This short stop in Taengea was meant to be nothing noteworthy to any of the men that were heading south. The Colchians were just here to resupply their ships for the second half of their journey to the sands of Egypt. Men were let off the ships in order to stretch their legs and get one last taste of Greece before launching themselves headfirst into Hades’s arms; hoping that the god would be merciful enough to turn them away. This was supposed to be their last moment of peace before the would set sail into the chaos that would greet them in less than a fortnight.
However, it seemed like Timaeus was not keen on patiently waiting for the open embrace of death to find him. He just had to go chasing after it, didn’t he? Today could have been a lovely day for the Colchian if he hadn’t got the notion in his had a few weeks ago that he should use this brief stop in Taengea to try to meet with Lord Georgios of Leventi in order to speak about the girl who had managed to ensnare Tim’s heart in the matter of a few weeks; Georgios’s daughter, Nana of Leventi.
It had all happened so fast that not even Timaeus was confident enough to pick apart the pieces and explain how it all happened. The lovebirds hadn’t even known each other for a full month, but even in that short of a time-frame Timaeus was head over heels for the girl. Granted, the Baron was more than well aware that the feelings that Nana had stirred up within him were far from the trappings of true love. That couldn’t happen even if Aphrodite herself decided that the two of them were a perfect match. That sort of thing would take time to build. Right now all the pair had were a few measly sparks that would need to be tended to with care if they wished to grow a fire large enough to warm the both of them, but he just couldn’t deny the joys of puppy love. Every time he even so much as heard the girl’s name, his heart would turn into a fluttering mess which was made all the better by knowing that she felt the same way about him. The two of them had been a whirlwind, spurred on by the likes of Aphrodite and it seemed to be so cruel that Tim’s desires to fight in Egypt would tear them apart for the time being.
However, it had been so long since he had been this happy that Timaeus was more than willing to go to any lengths to make sure that the distance between the South and Taengea did not burn out that spark between them. Not when the butterflies in his stomach felt so right every moment that she had been by his side.
It was probably that lovesick high that had encouraged Timaeus to agree to this outlandish plan. He had gotten too caught up in those gorgeous brown eyes to consider the implications that would come from Timaeus seeking out the girl’s father. It didn’t matter that he merely wanted to seek the older man’s permission to write to the Leventi girl while he was fighting in the sands of Egypt. Everyone knew what it meant when the head of a family sought out a senior relative in another to talk about their daughters. Especially when the family was as important as the Leventis.
Walking quickly through the familiar streets of Vasiliadon, a place he had not been to in at least several years, Timaeus could not help but think that things would have been infinitely easier if he just wrote to her. That would be what these Taengeans would probably expect a Colchian ‘brute’ like him to do; skip the pretense and formalities and just do the damn thing anyway. If he had decided on this course, Timaeus could have very easily avoided the theatrics that could very easily end with him being banned from ever contacting Nana again. Oh gods, why hadn’t he considered that things could go so horribly wrong so quickly before he had taken that little note from her? Georgios had every reason in the world to deny such a request. He had likely never heard of the Valaoritis family. Not when there were no connections between their houses besides their mutual friend in the Kotas -- which was likely irreparably damaged given recent events that Timaeus did not know. The Baron may have a title, but it was a noble one. It did not compare to the crowns that Nana’s three elder sisters had managed to secure for themselves. He was practically a commoner when standing next to the behemoth that was the Leventi clan. What gave this foreign lord the nerve to appear on Georgios’s doorstep and announce his intent to pursue a relationship with his daughter?
That was what this boiled down to after all was said and done. This wasn’t about the letters. Instead, this was Timaeus finding a way to introduce himself to Nana’s father and hopefully gain this man’s approval before he disappeared into the sands of Egypt while Nana returned to Taengea with a certain boy on her mind. It was easier if it all happened this way. After all, Tim may be a lovesick fool, but he was not stupid enough to chase after an engagement so soon or keep his mouth shut about what occurred in his kingdom. Not when it would be much safer to visit such subjects after the war had concluded as who knew if Timaeus would return? Even if he did, what if another suitor came to call? The Baron wanted to be kept in mind so that he might stand at least a fighting chance. This was the best way to do that in his mind because with all things considered, he wasn’t sure if they were ready for such a drastic step as Timaeus approaching Fotios just yet. Georgios was terrifying enough of an obstacle all on his own. Even if this went horribly, Timaeus could not fault himself for trying and making an effort. He might have been worried sick about how this might all fall apart in front of his eyes, but he would never forgive himself if he didn’t at least try.
Not when this crush of his made the thought of life without her even more terrifying than approaching the head of the Leventi house himself.
This didn’t do much to abate his fears though when the Baron spied a man that looked strikingly similar to his crush across the open square. Even if Timaeus hadn’t heard a rumor that this was where the man would be, he would have been able to tell that this was Nana’s father by just how uncanny the two were in terms of appearance. It was obvious given how light his hair was, but it somehow extended a bit deeper than just their similar cheekbones… like Timaeus half expected to see that same brilliant smile on Georgios that he did on Nana. Well, granted he didn’t expect to see it. Not today at least. Either way, the fact that two seemed to be mirror images of each other certainly helped Timaeus figure out who Georgios was in this crowd.
Quickly, before the Leventi Lord could disappear into the crowd, Timaeus made his way over to the man. He hoped that his apprehension of doing this was hidden beneath the way he straightened his back and pulled together the proper image of a strapping soldier as well as respected Baron. Luckily, this wasn’t that difficult to do as his nervousness of this possibly life-altering moment had already inspired him to make sure that everything about his appearance was absolutely immaculate before even stepping off the ship. From taming his naturally wavy (truthfully bordering on curly) hair to how the bright white military uniform paired with a crimson himiaton which made up the colors of his house were absolutely spotless. He had channeled his inner Nana in making sure that not a single detail was overlooked and if she wouldn’t let him get away with the excuse that he had been stuck on a ship with god knows how many dirty soldiers for two weeks, then he wasn’t going to take the same risk on Georgios. Hopefully, this would be seen as a testament to how deeply important this meeting was to the Colchian and not some misinterpreted sign of false vanity.
“Lord Georgios of Leventi?” Timaeus cautiously said, calling the older man’s attention to the young lord. Once he was fully certain that he had the right man the Colchian was quick to drop into a deep, respectful bow towards him before introducing himself, “My sincerest apologies if I was intruding, but I am Lord Timaeus of Valaoritis, Baron of the Colchian province of Eubocris.” He would have been surprised if Georgios actually knew about the mountainous province as not many people outside of his kingdom did, but who knew?
As he finished introducing himself, Timaeus took a moment to reach into his pocket and pull out a small missive with an unbroken wax seal, “I was entrusted with this missive for you, my Lord.” It felt rather strange for Timaeus to refer to someone with this sort of title as it wasn’t something that he was used to using. Not when he didn’t heavily interact with any of the royal families outside of the Kotas, but he was erring on the side of caution and sticking to every formality on the rulebook. As for the letter itself, it wasn’t as pristine as the rest of Timaeus. When the Baron handed it over, it was clear that the corners of the folded paper were frayed slightly and the paper itself was curved outwards. This was something that Timaeus couldn’t have helped as for the two weeks that the boy had this in his possession, it had molded to the shape of the small pocket that Timaeus had in most of his clothes. He had been too afraid of letting this stray too far after Nana’s warning that this letter was probably the only thing that would ensure that this meeting went well for Timaeus.
Once Georgios broke the seal, he would find a note written in his daughter’s familiar scrawl that explained who Timaeus was, but unlike the introduction he had already given, it went much deeper into who he was to her. How the pair had met at the feast and despite a slight issue that was now resolved, he was one of the better parts of her trip to Colchis. Or at least that was what Timaeus thought was in the letter. He had no idea as he had not been with Nana when she wrote the missive and had not dared to read it during the journey to Taengea. He had been assured though by Nana that it would be a confirmation of her side of the conversation that was sure to follow Georgios reading the note. It was meant to show that Timaeus just wasn’t some lord chasing after a Leventi girl, that this one mattered to her and how everything the Baron was going to say was not only true, but she felt the same way too.
Now the moment that Timaeus had been dreading was here and he had to gather his nerves enough to make it appear as if his hands weren’t already clammy with sheer nervousness about how the doting father might react to all of this. “I know this probably is not the most ideal circumstances, but if you have a moment Lord Georgios,” He started to say with his voice wavering slightly, giving the older man insight to just how anxious Timaeus was over approaching the man that could so easily crush the fragile strands between Timaeus and Nana as they now found themselves to be worlds apart from one another, “I would like to speak to you about your daughter, Lady Nana.”
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By the gods both above and below, Timaeus could not fathom why he had thought that this was a good idea.
This short stop in Taengea was meant to be nothing noteworthy to any of the men that were heading south. The Colchians were just here to resupply their ships for the second half of their journey to the sands of Egypt. Men were let off the ships in order to stretch their legs and get one last taste of Greece before launching themselves headfirst into Hades’s arms; hoping that the god would be merciful enough to turn them away. This was supposed to be their last moment of peace before the would set sail into the chaos that would greet them in less than a fortnight.
However, it seemed like Timaeus was not keen on patiently waiting for the open embrace of death to find him. He just had to go chasing after it, didn’t he? Today could have been a lovely day for the Colchian if he hadn’t got the notion in his had a few weeks ago that he should use this brief stop in Taengea to try to meet with Lord Georgios of Leventi in order to speak about the girl who had managed to ensnare Tim’s heart in the matter of a few weeks; Georgios’s daughter, Nana of Leventi.
It had all happened so fast that not even Timaeus was confident enough to pick apart the pieces and explain how it all happened. The lovebirds hadn’t even known each other for a full month, but even in that short of a time-frame Timaeus was head over heels for the girl. Granted, the Baron was more than well aware that the feelings that Nana had stirred up within him were far from the trappings of true love. That couldn’t happen even if Aphrodite herself decided that the two of them were a perfect match. That sort of thing would take time to build. Right now all the pair had were a few measly sparks that would need to be tended to with care if they wished to grow a fire large enough to warm the both of them, but he just couldn’t deny the joys of puppy love. Every time he even so much as heard the girl’s name, his heart would turn into a fluttering mess which was made all the better by knowing that she felt the same way about him. The two of them had been a whirlwind, spurred on by the likes of Aphrodite and it seemed to be so cruel that Tim’s desires to fight in Egypt would tear them apart for the time being.
However, it had been so long since he had been this happy that Timaeus was more than willing to go to any lengths to make sure that the distance between the South and Taengea did not burn out that spark between them. Not when the butterflies in his stomach felt so right every moment that she had been by his side.
It was probably that lovesick high that had encouraged Timaeus to agree to this outlandish plan. He had gotten too caught up in those gorgeous brown eyes to consider the implications that would come from Timaeus seeking out the girl’s father. It didn’t matter that he merely wanted to seek the older man’s permission to write to the Leventi girl while he was fighting in the sands of Egypt. Everyone knew what it meant when the head of a family sought out a senior relative in another to talk about their daughters. Especially when the family was as important as the Leventis.
Walking quickly through the familiar streets of Vasiliadon, a place he had not been to in at least several years, Timaeus could not help but think that things would have been infinitely easier if he just wrote to her. That would be what these Taengeans would probably expect a Colchian ‘brute’ like him to do; skip the pretense and formalities and just do the damn thing anyway. If he had decided on this course, Timaeus could have very easily avoided the theatrics that could very easily end with him being banned from ever contacting Nana again. Oh gods, why hadn’t he considered that things could go so horribly wrong so quickly before he had taken that little note from her? Georgios had every reason in the world to deny such a request. He had likely never heard of the Valaoritis family. Not when there were no connections between their houses besides their mutual friend in the Kotas -- which was likely irreparably damaged given recent events that Timaeus did not know. The Baron may have a title, but it was a noble one. It did not compare to the crowns that Nana’s three elder sisters had managed to secure for themselves. He was practically a commoner when standing next to the behemoth that was the Leventi clan. What gave this foreign lord the nerve to appear on Georgios’s doorstep and announce his intent to pursue a relationship with his daughter?
That was what this boiled down to after all was said and done. This wasn’t about the letters. Instead, this was Timaeus finding a way to introduce himself to Nana’s father and hopefully gain this man’s approval before he disappeared into the sands of Egypt while Nana returned to Taengea with a certain boy on her mind. It was easier if it all happened this way. After all, Tim may be a lovesick fool, but he was not stupid enough to chase after an engagement so soon or keep his mouth shut about what occurred in his kingdom. Not when it would be much safer to visit such subjects after the war had concluded as who knew if Timaeus would return? Even if he did, what if another suitor came to call? The Baron wanted to be kept in mind so that he might stand at least a fighting chance. This was the best way to do that in his mind because with all things considered, he wasn’t sure if they were ready for such a drastic step as Timaeus approaching Fotios just yet. Georgios was terrifying enough of an obstacle all on his own. Even if this went horribly, Timaeus could not fault himself for trying and making an effort. He might have been worried sick about how this might all fall apart in front of his eyes, but he would never forgive himself if he didn’t at least try.
Not when this crush of his made the thought of life without her even more terrifying than approaching the head of the Leventi house himself.
This didn’t do much to abate his fears though when the Baron spied a man that looked strikingly similar to his crush across the open square. Even if Timaeus hadn’t heard a rumor that this was where the man would be, he would have been able to tell that this was Nana’s father by just how uncanny the two were in terms of appearance. It was obvious given how light his hair was, but it somehow extended a bit deeper than just their similar cheekbones… like Timaeus half expected to see that same brilliant smile on Georgios that he did on Nana. Well, granted he didn’t expect to see it. Not today at least. Either way, the fact that two seemed to be mirror images of each other certainly helped Timaeus figure out who Georgios was in this crowd.
Quickly, before the Leventi Lord could disappear into the crowd, Timaeus made his way over to the man. He hoped that his apprehension of doing this was hidden beneath the way he straightened his back and pulled together the proper image of a strapping soldier as well as respected Baron. Luckily, this wasn’t that difficult to do as his nervousness of this possibly life-altering moment had already inspired him to make sure that everything about his appearance was absolutely immaculate before even stepping off the ship. From taming his naturally wavy (truthfully bordering on curly) hair to how the bright white military uniform paired with a crimson himiaton which made up the colors of his house were absolutely spotless. He had channeled his inner Nana in making sure that not a single detail was overlooked and if she wouldn’t let him get away with the excuse that he had been stuck on a ship with god knows how many dirty soldiers for two weeks, then he wasn’t going to take the same risk on Georgios. Hopefully, this would be seen as a testament to how deeply important this meeting was to the Colchian and not some misinterpreted sign of false vanity.
“Lord Georgios of Leventi?” Timaeus cautiously said, calling the older man’s attention to the young lord. Once he was fully certain that he had the right man the Colchian was quick to drop into a deep, respectful bow towards him before introducing himself, “My sincerest apologies if I was intruding, but I am Lord Timaeus of Valaoritis, Baron of the Colchian province of Eubocris.” He would have been surprised if Georgios actually knew about the mountainous province as not many people outside of his kingdom did, but who knew?
As he finished introducing himself, Timaeus took a moment to reach into his pocket and pull out a small missive with an unbroken wax seal, “I was entrusted with this missive for you, my Lord.” It felt rather strange for Timaeus to refer to someone with this sort of title as it wasn’t something that he was used to using. Not when he didn’t heavily interact with any of the royal families outside of the Kotas, but he was erring on the side of caution and sticking to every formality on the rulebook. As for the letter itself, it wasn’t as pristine as the rest of Timaeus. When the Baron handed it over, it was clear that the corners of the folded paper were frayed slightly and the paper itself was curved outwards. This was something that Timaeus couldn’t have helped as for the two weeks that the boy had this in his possession, it had molded to the shape of the small pocket that Timaeus had in most of his clothes. He had been too afraid of letting this stray too far after Nana’s warning that this letter was probably the only thing that would ensure that this meeting went well for Timaeus.
Once Georgios broke the seal, he would find a note written in his daughter’s familiar scrawl that explained who Timaeus was, but unlike the introduction he had already given, it went much deeper into who he was to her. How the pair had met at the feast and despite a slight issue that was now resolved, he was one of the better parts of her trip to Colchis. Or at least that was what Timaeus thought was in the letter. He had no idea as he had not been with Nana when she wrote the missive and had not dared to read it during the journey to Taengea. He had been assured though by Nana that it would be a confirmation of her side of the conversation that was sure to follow Georgios reading the note. It was meant to show that Timaeus just wasn’t some lord chasing after a Leventi girl, that this one mattered to her and how everything the Baron was going to say was not only true, but she felt the same way too.
Now the moment that Timaeus had been dreading was here and he had to gather his nerves enough to make it appear as if his hands weren’t already clammy with sheer nervousness about how the doting father might react to all of this. “I know this probably is not the most ideal circumstances, but if you have a moment Lord Georgios,” He started to say with his voice wavering slightly, giving the older man insight to just how anxious Timaeus was over approaching the man that could so easily crush the fragile strands between Timaeus and Nana as they now found themselves to be worlds apart from one another, “I would like to speak to you about your daughter, Lady Nana.”
By the gods both above and below, Timaeus could not fathom why he had thought that this was a good idea.
This short stop in Taengea was meant to be nothing noteworthy to any of the men that were heading south. The Colchians were just here to resupply their ships for the second half of their journey to the sands of Egypt. Men were let off the ships in order to stretch their legs and get one last taste of Greece before launching themselves headfirst into Hades’s arms; hoping that the god would be merciful enough to turn them away. This was supposed to be their last moment of peace before the would set sail into the chaos that would greet them in less than a fortnight.
However, it seemed like Timaeus was not keen on patiently waiting for the open embrace of death to find him. He just had to go chasing after it, didn’t he? Today could have been a lovely day for the Colchian if he hadn’t got the notion in his had a few weeks ago that he should use this brief stop in Taengea to try to meet with Lord Georgios of Leventi in order to speak about the girl who had managed to ensnare Tim’s heart in the matter of a few weeks; Georgios’s daughter, Nana of Leventi.
It had all happened so fast that not even Timaeus was confident enough to pick apart the pieces and explain how it all happened. The lovebirds hadn’t even known each other for a full month, but even in that short of a time-frame Timaeus was head over heels for the girl. Granted, the Baron was more than well aware that the feelings that Nana had stirred up within him were far from the trappings of true love. That couldn’t happen even if Aphrodite herself decided that the two of them were a perfect match. That sort of thing would take time to build. Right now all the pair had were a few measly sparks that would need to be tended to with care if they wished to grow a fire large enough to warm the both of them, but he just couldn’t deny the joys of puppy love. Every time he even so much as heard the girl’s name, his heart would turn into a fluttering mess which was made all the better by knowing that she felt the same way about him. The two of them had been a whirlwind, spurred on by the likes of Aphrodite and it seemed to be so cruel that Tim’s desires to fight in Egypt would tear them apart for the time being.
However, it had been so long since he had been this happy that Timaeus was more than willing to go to any lengths to make sure that the distance between the South and Taengea did not burn out that spark between them. Not when the butterflies in his stomach felt so right every moment that she had been by his side.
It was probably that lovesick high that had encouraged Timaeus to agree to this outlandish plan. He had gotten too caught up in those gorgeous brown eyes to consider the implications that would come from Timaeus seeking out the girl’s father. It didn’t matter that he merely wanted to seek the older man’s permission to write to the Leventi girl while he was fighting in the sands of Egypt. Everyone knew what it meant when the head of a family sought out a senior relative in another to talk about their daughters. Especially when the family was as important as the Leventis.
Walking quickly through the familiar streets of Vasiliadon, a place he had not been to in at least several years, Timaeus could not help but think that things would have been infinitely easier if he just wrote to her. That would be what these Taengeans would probably expect a Colchian ‘brute’ like him to do; skip the pretense and formalities and just do the damn thing anyway. If he had decided on this course, Timaeus could have very easily avoided the theatrics that could very easily end with him being banned from ever contacting Nana again. Oh gods, why hadn’t he considered that things could go so horribly wrong so quickly before he had taken that little note from her? Georgios had every reason in the world to deny such a request. He had likely never heard of the Valaoritis family. Not when there were no connections between their houses besides their mutual friend in the Kotas -- which was likely irreparably damaged given recent events that Timaeus did not know. The Baron may have a title, but it was a noble one. It did not compare to the crowns that Nana’s three elder sisters had managed to secure for themselves. He was practically a commoner when standing next to the behemoth that was the Leventi clan. What gave this foreign lord the nerve to appear on Georgios’s doorstep and announce his intent to pursue a relationship with his daughter?
That was what this boiled down to after all was said and done. This wasn’t about the letters. Instead, this was Timaeus finding a way to introduce himself to Nana’s father and hopefully gain this man’s approval before he disappeared into the sands of Egypt while Nana returned to Taengea with a certain boy on her mind. It was easier if it all happened this way. After all, Tim may be a lovesick fool, but he was not stupid enough to chase after an engagement so soon or keep his mouth shut about what occurred in his kingdom. Not when it would be much safer to visit such subjects after the war had concluded as who knew if Timaeus would return? Even if he did, what if another suitor came to call? The Baron wanted to be kept in mind so that he might stand at least a fighting chance. This was the best way to do that in his mind because with all things considered, he wasn’t sure if they were ready for such a drastic step as Timaeus approaching Fotios just yet. Georgios was terrifying enough of an obstacle all on his own. Even if this went horribly, Timaeus could not fault himself for trying and making an effort. He might have been worried sick about how this might all fall apart in front of his eyes, but he would never forgive himself if he didn’t at least try.
Not when this crush of his made the thought of life without her even more terrifying than approaching the head of the Leventi house himself.
This didn’t do much to abate his fears though when the Baron spied a man that looked strikingly similar to his crush across the open square. Even if Timaeus hadn’t heard a rumor that this was where the man would be, he would have been able to tell that this was Nana’s father by just how uncanny the two were in terms of appearance. It was obvious given how light his hair was, but it somehow extended a bit deeper than just their similar cheekbones… like Timaeus half expected to see that same brilliant smile on Georgios that he did on Nana. Well, granted he didn’t expect to see it. Not today at least. Either way, the fact that two seemed to be mirror images of each other certainly helped Timaeus figure out who Georgios was in this crowd.
Quickly, before the Leventi Lord could disappear into the crowd, Timaeus made his way over to the man. He hoped that his apprehension of doing this was hidden beneath the way he straightened his back and pulled together the proper image of a strapping soldier as well as respected Baron. Luckily, this wasn’t that difficult to do as his nervousness of this possibly life-altering moment had already inspired him to make sure that everything about his appearance was absolutely immaculate before even stepping off the ship. From taming his naturally wavy (truthfully bordering on curly) hair to how the bright white military uniform paired with a crimson himiaton which made up the colors of his house were absolutely spotless. He had channeled his inner Nana in making sure that not a single detail was overlooked and if she wouldn’t let him get away with the excuse that he had been stuck on a ship with god knows how many dirty soldiers for two weeks, then he wasn’t going to take the same risk on Georgios. Hopefully, this would be seen as a testament to how deeply important this meeting was to the Colchian and not some misinterpreted sign of false vanity.
“Lord Georgios of Leventi?” Timaeus cautiously said, calling the older man’s attention to the young lord. Once he was fully certain that he had the right man the Colchian was quick to drop into a deep, respectful bow towards him before introducing himself, “My sincerest apologies if I was intruding, but I am Lord Timaeus of Valaoritis, Baron of the Colchian province of Eubocris.” He would have been surprised if Georgios actually knew about the mountainous province as not many people outside of his kingdom did, but who knew?
As he finished introducing himself, Timaeus took a moment to reach into his pocket and pull out a small missive with an unbroken wax seal, “I was entrusted with this missive for you, my Lord.” It felt rather strange for Timaeus to refer to someone with this sort of title as it wasn’t something that he was used to using. Not when he didn’t heavily interact with any of the royal families outside of the Kotas, but he was erring on the side of caution and sticking to every formality on the rulebook. As for the letter itself, it wasn’t as pristine as the rest of Timaeus. When the Baron handed it over, it was clear that the corners of the folded paper were frayed slightly and the paper itself was curved outwards. This was something that Timaeus couldn’t have helped as for the two weeks that the boy had this in his possession, it had molded to the shape of the small pocket that Timaeus had in most of his clothes. He had been too afraid of letting this stray too far after Nana’s warning that this letter was probably the only thing that would ensure that this meeting went well for Timaeus.
Once Georgios broke the seal, he would find a note written in his daughter’s familiar scrawl that explained who Timaeus was, but unlike the introduction he had already given, it went much deeper into who he was to her. How the pair had met at the feast and despite a slight issue that was now resolved, he was one of the better parts of her trip to Colchis. Or at least that was what Timaeus thought was in the letter. He had no idea as he had not been with Nana when she wrote the missive and had not dared to read it during the journey to Taengea. He had been assured though by Nana that it would be a confirmation of her side of the conversation that was sure to follow Georgios reading the note. It was meant to show that Timaeus just wasn’t some lord chasing after a Leventi girl, that this one mattered to her and how everything the Baron was going to say was not only true, but she felt the same way too.
Now the moment that Timaeus had been dreading was here and he had to gather his nerves enough to make it appear as if his hands weren’t already clammy with sheer nervousness about how the doting father might react to all of this. “I know this probably is not the most ideal circumstances, but if you have a moment Lord Georgios,” He started to say with his voice wavering slightly, giving the older man insight to just how anxious Timaeus was over approaching the man that could so easily crush the fragile strands between Timaeus and Nana as they now found themselves to be worlds apart from one another, “I would like to speak to you about your daughter, Lady Nana.”
A small part of him had wished that the ship carrying his wife and daughters would have been among those of the Colchian army. It would have been the safest way to travel, but distracting. He knew that they would be coming days, if not as much as a week, later from the men that had just arrived in their port. Georgios had watched when the Princess Xene pointed to the boats on the horizon. It was the help that Taengea needed and while Georgios was oblivious to the broken betrothal of his daughter, he was actually in a fairly even mood.
The Leventi moved to the Central Plateia so that he would be able to greet the men as they stretched their sea legs for just over a day and leave the very next day again. His grey chiton moved lightly against the mass of people that were around, but he was more noticeable in a crowd by his purple himation with white embroidered details. The bright purple of the Leventi crest was difficult to recreate with the dying methods of the time and also very expensive. This was his favorite piece of clothing and he did not hesitate to adjust it perfectly to greet the visitors.
An unfamiliar voice spoke his name causing Georgios to pivot with a wave to those that he had been conversing with before. A soft smile curving upon his lips as he tilted his head ever so curiously to the young man now continuing into an introduction. "No, not intruding Lord Timaeus." It was true, he was not savvy to the ins and outs of the provinces in Colchis and he would have to take his word for it on who he was. There was no point in lying with so many Colchians around to discredit the boy.
His hand reached and took the missive breaking the seal and opening it while speaking. "Seem rather important to be delivery messages." Georgios did not mean it to be demeaning, rather his tone indicated something a bit more jovial before deep brown eyes dropped to the recognizable musings on the paper. He held the paper and would have ignored anything the young man had to say if he chose to rebuttal the accusation that he was too good for deliveries. Instead, the letter did all the speaking that was necessary to show who this man was to Nana. The sawder in the words were not lost on Georgios. He was a romantic at heart and his daughter knew how to appease him.
When he was finished, he looked back up and then down. Georgios was sizing the man up in a rather obvious fashion, but now that he knew what was probably going to be said next - he had to at least attempt to appear a little intimidating. Timaeus didn't know that Georgios was by far the easiest of the obstacles he would have to cross if he were really going to pursue a marriage with Nana. Though being fourth was to her advantage if she really wanted this. If she was truly impressed with this man in such a short time.
A silent nod was dipped down. "You may speak freely." His permission to begin his side of this whole thing was given as Georgios had already seemed to read through his daughter's feelings on the matter. He usually sided with them, when he could. When his brother would let him.
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A small part of him had wished that the ship carrying his wife and daughters would have been among those of the Colchian army. It would have been the safest way to travel, but distracting. He knew that they would be coming days, if not as much as a week, later from the men that had just arrived in their port. Georgios had watched when the Princess Xene pointed to the boats on the horizon. It was the help that Taengea needed and while Georgios was oblivious to the broken betrothal of his daughter, he was actually in a fairly even mood.
The Leventi moved to the Central Plateia so that he would be able to greet the men as they stretched their sea legs for just over a day and leave the very next day again. His grey chiton moved lightly against the mass of people that were around, but he was more noticeable in a crowd by his purple himation with white embroidered details. The bright purple of the Leventi crest was difficult to recreate with the dying methods of the time and also very expensive. This was his favorite piece of clothing and he did not hesitate to adjust it perfectly to greet the visitors.
An unfamiliar voice spoke his name causing Georgios to pivot with a wave to those that he had been conversing with before. A soft smile curving upon his lips as he tilted his head ever so curiously to the young man now continuing into an introduction. "No, not intruding Lord Timaeus." It was true, he was not savvy to the ins and outs of the provinces in Colchis and he would have to take his word for it on who he was. There was no point in lying with so many Colchians around to discredit the boy.
His hand reached and took the missive breaking the seal and opening it while speaking. "Seem rather important to be delivery messages." Georgios did not mean it to be demeaning, rather his tone indicated something a bit more jovial before deep brown eyes dropped to the recognizable musings on the paper. He held the paper and would have ignored anything the young man had to say if he chose to rebuttal the accusation that he was too good for deliveries. Instead, the letter did all the speaking that was necessary to show who this man was to Nana. The sawder in the words were not lost on Georgios. He was a romantic at heart and his daughter knew how to appease him.
When he was finished, he looked back up and then down. Georgios was sizing the man up in a rather obvious fashion, but now that he knew what was probably going to be said next - he had to at least attempt to appear a little intimidating. Timaeus didn't know that Georgios was by far the easiest of the obstacles he would have to cross if he were really going to pursue a marriage with Nana. Though being fourth was to her advantage if she really wanted this. If she was truly impressed with this man in such a short time.
A silent nod was dipped down. "You may speak freely." His permission to begin his side of this whole thing was given as Georgios had already seemed to read through his daughter's feelings on the matter. He usually sided with them, when he could. When his brother would let him.
A small part of him had wished that the ship carrying his wife and daughters would have been among those of the Colchian army. It would have been the safest way to travel, but distracting. He knew that they would be coming days, if not as much as a week, later from the men that had just arrived in their port. Georgios had watched when the Princess Xene pointed to the boats on the horizon. It was the help that Taengea needed and while Georgios was oblivious to the broken betrothal of his daughter, he was actually in a fairly even mood.
The Leventi moved to the Central Plateia so that he would be able to greet the men as they stretched their sea legs for just over a day and leave the very next day again. His grey chiton moved lightly against the mass of people that were around, but he was more noticeable in a crowd by his purple himation with white embroidered details. The bright purple of the Leventi crest was difficult to recreate with the dying methods of the time and also very expensive. This was his favorite piece of clothing and he did not hesitate to adjust it perfectly to greet the visitors.
An unfamiliar voice spoke his name causing Georgios to pivot with a wave to those that he had been conversing with before. A soft smile curving upon his lips as he tilted his head ever so curiously to the young man now continuing into an introduction. "No, not intruding Lord Timaeus." It was true, he was not savvy to the ins and outs of the provinces in Colchis and he would have to take his word for it on who he was. There was no point in lying with so many Colchians around to discredit the boy.
His hand reached and took the missive breaking the seal and opening it while speaking. "Seem rather important to be delivery messages." Georgios did not mean it to be demeaning, rather his tone indicated something a bit more jovial before deep brown eyes dropped to the recognizable musings on the paper. He held the paper and would have ignored anything the young man had to say if he chose to rebuttal the accusation that he was too good for deliveries. Instead, the letter did all the speaking that was necessary to show who this man was to Nana. The sawder in the words were not lost on Georgios. He was a romantic at heart and his daughter knew how to appease him.
When he was finished, he looked back up and then down. Georgios was sizing the man up in a rather obvious fashion, but now that he knew what was probably going to be said next - he had to at least attempt to appear a little intimidating. Timaeus didn't know that Georgios was by far the easiest of the obstacles he would have to cross if he were really going to pursue a marriage with Nana. Though being fourth was to her advantage if she really wanted this. If she was truly impressed with this man in such a short time.
A silent nod was dipped down. "You may speak freely." His permission to begin his side of this whole thing was given as Georgios had already seemed to read through his daughter's feelings on the matter. He usually sided with them, when he could. When his brother would let him.