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Despite his recent victory at the war meeting, things could not have gone worse for Timaeus. Silanos was no longer a part of his household, a recent escape to Eubocris had ended with trouble following him there, and most annoyingly, Timaeus couldn’t seem to get Nana of Leventi out of his mind. For the sake of his sanity, he had immured himself in his home province for a week to force himself to take a break from it all for as long he could spare with the upcoming war, Timaeus’s heart was still pining after the girl just as strong as it had been that night he had first seen her at the feast -- Even after she had unceremoniously dumped him upon learning that he did not have Kotas blood. Which was quite frankly ridiculous given that this was a misconception that had solely been Nana’s invention.
Even though Timaeus was not to blame, he doubted that the girl would seek to reconcile with him after the truth had been revealed. After all, he had sent nearly half a dozen letters to apologize for the transgression that he was unaware that he had even made, but all of them had gone unanswered. By this point, Timaeus had practically given up on the hope that he could reason with Nana and have her see past the fact that he didn’t have a royal title like she had believed that he did. By this point, the Valaoritis lord figured that this was for the best anyway. It was wiser for him to avoid getting tangled up in the chaotic mess that was the Leventi family, especially if the girl he was pining after seemed to be the shallowest of the bunch if she was willing to act as if Timaeus didn’t exist simply because he had the audacity to be a Baron instead of a Prince.
Or at least… that was how Timaeus saw the situation.
In the silence between the lovebirds, he was ignorant of the fact that Nana was not fully content with pretending that the Baron didn’t exist. He didn’t even have the faintest inkling of the fact that in the short time that the pair had known each other, Timaeus had left an impression on the girl’s heart. The same what-ifs that had the Valaoritis Lord questioning what he could have done differently to prevent this ending to their story were plaguing her and unlike Timaeus; people were starting to take notice. That much he probably would have been able to guess. Nana was the sort of girl who wore her heart on her sleeve and was far from the best at hiding her feelings, especially when they were ones that centered around heartbreak and hurt.
Timaeus didn’t have the faintest clue what series of events had led up to her mother learning about the Baron. If he had to, he could probably guess after the fact that it was some sort of reaction to the joys that her sisters were experiencing in the love department as one got engaged and the other reconciled with her husband. Even though none of them knew how the first story was soon to end in heartbreak, knowing Nana and her dislike of the sister that was the center of it all, the revelation of the news might have been enough to push Nana off the metaphorical cliff and confess the feelings she had for the Valaoritis. Or he might have been completely off the mark. Timaeus could only make guesses, but either way, something had happened that had made Evelli aware that there was a new suitor chasing after her daughters that needed to be acquainted with the Leventi matriarch.
Given how poorly things had gone thus far, Timaeus was taken completely aback by the missive that arrived in the early hours of the evening, summoning him to the Kalospiti Leventi. The whole affair was confusing on multiple levels as he didn’t understand why the elder woman was reaching out to him instead of her daughter. However, he could suppose that the Leventi clan wasn’t satisfied with the tongue-thrashing that Nana had given him after the ‘deception’ that was really a mistake on her part had come to light. Clearly, the girl’s mother wanted in on the action too. With nothing to contradict the narrative that he had formed with his unanswered missives, Timaeus was certain that this had to be the only explanation.
Needless to say, the prospect of being embarrassed by a Leventi again was less than thrilling and Timaeus wanted to ignore the summons for that reason alone. Let them find some other poor sap to be their punching bag and allow Timaeus to lick his wounds in peace! However, he knew that this was a terrible idea. It was no secret that the Leventi and Kotas families were close. The last thing that Timaeus needed was Evelli running to one of the members of his liege family to complain about how disrespectful their Baron had been to ignore her. As much as he would rather travel to Hades or swim across the whole of the Aegean, he had to go. The Valaoritis was already on enough thin ice that he had no choice, but to grin and bear through his misery.
So, that’s why he was certainly less than thrilled to find himself being led through the ornate manor to where Evelli would meet with the boy. With every step, the Baron was mentally bracing himself for whatever accusations that Nana could have made, preparing a rebuttal from everything that he could possibly think up as he could already assume how this conversation was going to go.
However, little did Timaeus know that he was completely wrong. Evelli did not seek to embarrass him, but to test him. Her daughter had not made it clear that the pair were on the rocks and the course of this conversation would be the first clue that Timaeus would receive in nearly a week that he still had a chance with the Taengean beauty.
The same could not be said though for the dark-haired matriarch in front of him. Timaeus was quick to sink into a low formal bow, his dark green chiton practically brushing against the floor as he greeted the woman who had raised the girl who still had his heart ensnared in the aftermath of her discovering that he was not a Kotas prince, “Lady Evelli, it is a pleasure to meet you. I do hope that I have not kept you waiting.” As the young man expected some sort of conflict, he was careful to remain as respectful and formal as he possibly could as he wanted to give her no reason to run to the Kotas family. Little did Timaeus know that his manners were unlikely to impress the woman though not for the reasons he suspected. Not when he was preparing to defend himself and she was far more concerned with testing the boy who didn’t know that the girl who he had thought he lost was more than willing to give him a second chance…
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Despite his recent victory at the war meeting, things could not have gone worse for Timaeus. Silanos was no longer a part of his household, a recent escape to Eubocris had ended with trouble following him there, and most annoyingly, Timaeus couldn’t seem to get Nana of Leventi out of his mind. For the sake of his sanity, he had immured himself in his home province for a week to force himself to take a break from it all for as long he could spare with the upcoming war, Timaeus’s heart was still pining after the girl just as strong as it had been that night he had first seen her at the feast -- Even after she had unceremoniously dumped him upon learning that he did not have Kotas blood. Which was quite frankly ridiculous given that this was a misconception that had solely been Nana’s invention.
Even though Timaeus was not to blame, he doubted that the girl would seek to reconcile with him after the truth had been revealed. After all, he had sent nearly half a dozen letters to apologize for the transgression that he was unaware that he had even made, but all of them had gone unanswered. By this point, Timaeus had practically given up on the hope that he could reason with Nana and have her see past the fact that he didn’t have a royal title like she had believed that he did. By this point, the Valaoritis lord figured that this was for the best anyway. It was wiser for him to avoid getting tangled up in the chaotic mess that was the Leventi family, especially if the girl he was pining after seemed to be the shallowest of the bunch if she was willing to act as if Timaeus didn’t exist simply because he had the audacity to be a Baron instead of a Prince.
Or at least… that was how Timaeus saw the situation.
In the silence between the lovebirds, he was ignorant of the fact that Nana was not fully content with pretending that the Baron didn’t exist. He didn’t even have the faintest inkling of the fact that in the short time that the pair had known each other, Timaeus had left an impression on the girl’s heart. The same what-ifs that had the Valaoritis Lord questioning what he could have done differently to prevent this ending to their story were plaguing her and unlike Timaeus; people were starting to take notice. That much he probably would have been able to guess. Nana was the sort of girl who wore her heart on her sleeve and was far from the best at hiding her feelings, especially when they were ones that centered around heartbreak and hurt.
Timaeus didn’t have the faintest clue what series of events had led up to her mother learning about the Baron. If he had to, he could probably guess after the fact that it was some sort of reaction to the joys that her sisters were experiencing in the love department as one got engaged and the other reconciled with her husband. Even though none of them knew how the first story was soon to end in heartbreak, knowing Nana and her dislike of the sister that was the center of it all, the revelation of the news might have been enough to push Nana off the metaphorical cliff and confess the feelings she had for the Valaoritis. Or he might have been completely off the mark. Timaeus could only make guesses, but either way, something had happened that had made Evelli aware that there was a new suitor chasing after her daughters that needed to be acquainted with the Leventi matriarch.
Given how poorly things had gone thus far, Timaeus was taken completely aback by the missive that arrived in the early hours of the evening, summoning him to the Kalospiti Leventi. The whole affair was confusing on multiple levels as he didn’t understand why the elder woman was reaching out to him instead of her daughter. However, he could suppose that the Leventi clan wasn’t satisfied with the tongue-thrashing that Nana had given him after the ‘deception’ that was really a mistake on her part had come to light. Clearly, the girl’s mother wanted in on the action too. With nothing to contradict the narrative that he had formed with his unanswered missives, Timaeus was certain that this had to be the only explanation.
Needless to say, the prospect of being embarrassed by a Leventi again was less than thrilling and Timaeus wanted to ignore the summons for that reason alone. Let them find some other poor sap to be their punching bag and allow Timaeus to lick his wounds in peace! However, he knew that this was a terrible idea. It was no secret that the Leventi and Kotas families were close. The last thing that Timaeus needed was Evelli running to one of the members of his liege family to complain about how disrespectful their Baron had been to ignore her. As much as he would rather travel to Hades or swim across the whole of the Aegean, he had to go. The Valaoritis was already on enough thin ice that he had no choice, but to grin and bear through his misery.
So, that’s why he was certainly less than thrilled to find himself being led through the ornate manor to where Evelli would meet with the boy. With every step, the Baron was mentally bracing himself for whatever accusations that Nana could have made, preparing a rebuttal from everything that he could possibly think up as he could already assume how this conversation was going to go.
However, little did Timaeus know that he was completely wrong. Evelli did not seek to embarrass him, but to test him. Her daughter had not made it clear that the pair were on the rocks and the course of this conversation would be the first clue that Timaeus would receive in nearly a week that he still had a chance with the Taengean beauty.
The same could not be said though for the dark-haired matriarch in front of him. Timaeus was quick to sink into a low formal bow, his dark green chiton practically brushing against the floor as he greeted the woman who had raised the girl who still had his heart ensnared in the aftermath of her discovering that he was not a Kotas prince, “Lady Evelli, it is a pleasure to meet you. I do hope that I have not kept you waiting.” As the young man expected some sort of conflict, he was careful to remain as respectful and formal as he possibly could as he wanted to give her no reason to run to the Kotas family. Little did Timaeus know that his manners were unlikely to impress the woman though not for the reasons he suspected. Not when he was preparing to defend himself and she was far more concerned with testing the boy who didn’t know that the girl who he had thought he lost was more than willing to give him a second chance…
Despite his recent victory at the war meeting, things could not have gone worse for Timaeus. Silanos was no longer a part of his household, a recent escape to Eubocris had ended with trouble following him there, and most annoyingly, Timaeus couldn’t seem to get Nana of Leventi out of his mind. For the sake of his sanity, he had immured himself in his home province for a week to force himself to take a break from it all for as long he could spare with the upcoming war, Timaeus’s heart was still pining after the girl just as strong as it had been that night he had first seen her at the feast -- Even after she had unceremoniously dumped him upon learning that he did not have Kotas blood. Which was quite frankly ridiculous given that this was a misconception that had solely been Nana’s invention.
Even though Timaeus was not to blame, he doubted that the girl would seek to reconcile with him after the truth had been revealed. After all, he had sent nearly half a dozen letters to apologize for the transgression that he was unaware that he had even made, but all of them had gone unanswered. By this point, Timaeus had practically given up on the hope that he could reason with Nana and have her see past the fact that he didn’t have a royal title like she had believed that he did. By this point, the Valaoritis lord figured that this was for the best anyway. It was wiser for him to avoid getting tangled up in the chaotic mess that was the Leventi family, especially if the girl he was pining after seemed to be the shallowest of the bunch if she was willing to act as if Timaeus didn’t exist simply because he had the audacity to be a Baron instead of a Prince.
Or at least… that was how Timaeus saw the situation.
In the silence between the lovebirds, he was ignorant of the fact that Nana was not fully content with pretending that the Baron didn’t exist. He didn’t even have the faintest inkling of the fact that in the short time that the pair had known each other, Timaeus had left an impression on the girl’s heart. The same what-ifs that had the Valaoritis Lord questioning what he could have done differently to prevent this ending to their story were plaguing her and unlike Timaeus; people were starting to take notice. That much he probably would have been able to guess. Nana was the sort of girl who wore her heart on her sleeve and was far from the best at hiding her feelings, especially when they were ones that centered around heartbreak and hurt.
Timaeus didn’t have the faintest clue what series of events had led up to her mother learning about the Baron. If he had to, he could probably guess after the fact that it was some sort of reaction to the joys that her sisters were experiencing in the love department as one got engaged and the other reconciled with her husband. Even though none of them knew how the first story was soon to end in heartbreak, knowing Nana and her dislike of the sister that was the center of it all, the revelation of the news might have been enough to push Nana off the metaphorical cliff and confess the feelings she had for the Valaoritis. Or he might have been completely off the mark. Timaeus could only make guesses, but either way, something had happened that had made Evelli aware that there was a new suitor chasing after her daughters that needed to be acquainted with the Leventi matriarch.
Given how poorly things had gone thus far, Timaeus was taken completely aback by the missive that arrived in the early hours of the evening, summoning him to the Kalospiti Leventi. The whole affair was confusing on multiple levels as he didn’t understand why the elder woman was reaching out to him instead of her daughter. However, he could suppose that the Leventi clan wasn’t satisfied with the tongue-thrashing that Nana had given him after the ‘deception’ that was really a mistake on her part had come to light. Clearly, the girl’s mother wanted in on the action too. With nothing to contradict the narrative that he had formed with his unanswered missives, Timaeus was certain that this had to be the only explanation.
Needless to say, the prospect of being embarrassed by a Leventi again was less than thrilling and Timaeus wanted to ignore the summons for that reason alone. Let them find some other poor sap to be their punching bag and allow Timaeus to lick his wounds in peace! However, he knew that this was a terrible idea. It was no secret that the Leventi and Kotas families were close. The last thing that Timaeus needed was Evelli running to one of the members of his liege family to complain about how disrespectful their Baron had been to ignore her. As much as he would rather travel to Hades or swim across the whole of the Aegean, he had to go. The Valaoritis was already on enough thin ice that he had no choice, but to grin and bear through his misery.
So, that’s why he was certainly less than thrilled to find himself being led through the ornate manor to where Evelli would meet with the boy. With every step, the Baron was mentally bracing himself for whatever accusations that Nana could have made, preparing a rebuttal from everything that he could possibly think up as he could already assume how this conversation was going to go.
However, little did Timaeus know that he was completely wrong. Evelli did not seek to embarrass him, but to test him. Her daughter had not made it clear that the pair were on the rocks and the course of this conversation would be the first clue that Timaeus would receive in nearly a week that he still had a chance with the Taengean beauty.
The same could not be said though for the dark-haired matriarch in front of him. Timaeus was quick to sink into a low formal bow, his dark green chiton practically brushing against the floor as he greeted the woman who had raised the girl who still had his heart ensnared in the aftermath of her discovering that he was not a Kotas prince, “Lady Evelli, it is a pleasure to meet you. I do hope that I have not kept you waiting.” As the young man expected some sort of conflict, he was careful to remain as respectful and formal as he possibly could as he wanted to give her no reason to run to the Kotas family. Little did Timaeus know that his manners were unlikely to impress the woman though not for the reasons he suspected. Not when he was preparing to defend himself and she was far more concerned with testing the boy who didn’t know that the girl who he had thought he lost was more than willing to give him a second chance…
Technically, Evelli had brought Nana in the faintest glimmers of hope that maybe, just maybe, Nana would be able to find someone her. The young Leventi had spent many months bemoaning her lack of a suitor ever since Olympia, and then Theo had gotten married. It only got worst as Selene's courtship with the crown prince of Colchis had picked up, a fact that was clear to be seen the moment Evelli had landed upon the soil of the rocky kingdom. In a way, when the young blonde had come to tell her of this mysterious man she had met, Evelli had been happy. She had frowned of course, when Nana had called him a 'prince', for had they not met all the princes of the Kotas family in the ill-fated dinner that night?
But the woman had brushed it off as Nana's fanciful notions. Perhaps her daughter simply saw him as a prince in her eyes. Good enough for her.
Of course, she had been surprised when Nana had returned to their Kalopsiti one evening, just after Evelli had finished helping Olympia pack for their return trip once the men had left, and checked in on Selene once again (for she had seemed quite morose when Evelli had found her that morning, although for what reason, Evelli had yet to suss out from her), only for the young girl to cry in her arms. What was going on now? Their trip to Colchis was supposed to be one of joy and celebration, to welcome another life into their family and the first of their next generation. So why were all her girl's in tears, one after the other?
Quite fed up at that point of whatever curse Colchis had for her daughters, Evelli had done her best to soothe Nana to bed, but the next day saw a thunderous mama bear as she sent a quick but firmly worded missive to the man she thought be the cause of such sorrow from one of her youngest daughter's.
Sending the fastest of her runners out with the missive once she had penned it down after the evening meal, once she had saw to all her daughter's again, Evelli had intentionally carved out that window of time. After making sure Nana was given a satchel of money to shop, giving her instructions to buy something for both Imma ('Maybe paint's, sweetheart? Something special that only Colchis has.') and their father ('He'll love anything you pick out, dear heart.'), and if she could perhaps find something for her aunt and uncle, Evelli did her best to make sure she wouldn't have a chance of crossing the young baron's path, before making her way to the dimmed study of the Kalopsiti to wait for his arrival.
Nana had said as much that she still enjoyed his company, so maybe not everything was lost. But deceiving her daughter in the first place was not something she took upon kindly.
Perched on the edges of the wooden ornate table when the lord was led in by her servants, she raised an arched brow when he swept into a bow. Formal, mannerful - mentally, Evelli slowly ticked the checkboxes, but her features remained as impassive as ever, even as he straightened up. As if right on cue, the door scraped open again, its sound echoing loudly in the otherwise empty manor, as her lady's maid entered with a flagon of Taengea's finest Condos wine. The receptacle was accompanied by two chalices, and one was filled with the liquid and handed to the lord, whilst the other was held by the woman herself, who gingerly held the stem of her bronzed wine chalice, taking a gentle sip, before turning her eyes back to the baron.
"Ah, this is the famed Lord Timaeus I hear of. My daughter says you have... quite a way with words." she murmured, leaving the implication of her words to his imagination, on purpose. Watching to see if he would jump, or shy away, she placed the bronze chalice gingerly on the table, and then turned back to the baron, pausing purposefully in her study of him before continuing. "You seemed quite nervous. Hiding something?"
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Technically, Evelli had brought Nana in the faintest glimmers of hope that maybe, just maybe, Nana would be able to find someone her. The young Leventi had spent many months bemoaning her lack of a suitor ever since Olympia, and then Theo had gotten married. It only got worst as Selene's courtship with the crown prince of Colchis had picked up, a fact that was clear to be seen the moment Evelli had landed upon the soil of the rocky kingdom. In a way, when the young blonde had come to tell her of this mysterious man she had met, Evelli had been happy. She had frowned of course, when Nana had called him a 'prince', for had they not met all the princes of the Kotas family in the ill-fated dinner that night?
But the woman had brushed it off as Nana's fanciful notions. Perhaps her daughter simply saw him as a prince in her eyes. Good enough for her.
Of course, she had been surprised when Nana had returned to their Kalopsiti one evening, just after Evelli had finished helping Olympia pack for their return trip once the men had left, and checked in on Selene once again (for she had seemed quite morose when Evelli had found her that morning, although for what reason, Evelli had yet to suss out from her), only for the young girl to cry in her arms. What was going on now? Their trip to Colchis was supposed to be one of joy and celebration, to welcome another life into their family and the first of their next generation. So why were all her girl's in tears, one after the other?
Quite fed up at that point of whatever curse Colchis had for her daughters, Evelli had done her best to soothe Nana to bed, but the next day saw a thunderous mama bear as she sent a quick but firmly worded missive to the man she thought be the cause of such sorrow from one of her youngest daughter's.
Sending the fastest of her runners out with the missive once she had penned it down after the evening meal, once she had saw to all her daughter's again, Evelli had intentionally carved out that window of time. After making sure Nana was given a satchel of money to shop, giving her instructions to buy something for both Imma ('Maybe paint's, sweetheart? Something special that only Colchis has.') and their father ('He'll love anything you pick out, dear heart.'), and if she could perhaps find something for her aunt and uncle, Evelli did her best to make sure she wouldn't have a chance of crossing the young baron's path, before making her way to the dimmed study of the Kalopsiti to wait for his arrival.
Nana had said as much that she still enjoyed his company, so maybe not everything was lost. But deceiving her daughter in the first place was not something she took upon kindly.
Perched on the edges of the wooden ornate table when the lord was led in by her servants, she raised an arched brow when he swept into a bow. Formal, mannerful - mentally, Evelli slowly ticked the checkboxes, but her features remained as impassive as ever, even as he straightened up. As if right on cue, the door scraped open again, its sound echoing loudly in the otherwise empty manor, as her lady's maid entered with a flagon of Taengea's finest Condos wine. The receptacle was accompanied by two chalices, and one was filled with the liquid and handed to the lord, whilst the other was held by the woman herself, who gingerly held the stem of her bronzed wine chalice, taking a gentle sip, before turning her eyes back to the baron.
"Ah, this is the famed Lord Timaeus I hear of. My daughter says you have... quite a way with words." she murmured, leaving the implication of her words to his imagination, on purpose. Watching to see if he would jump, or shy away, she placed the bronze chalice gingerly on the table, and then turned back to the baron, pausing purposefully in her study of him before continuing. "You seemed quite nervous. Hiding something?"
Technically, Evelli had brought Nana in the faintest glimmers of hope that maybe, just maybe, Nana would be able to find someone her. The young Leventi had spent many months bemoaning her lack of a suitor ever since Olympia, and then Theo had gotten married. It only got worst as Selene's courtship with the crown prince of Colchis had picked up, a fact that was clear to be seen the moment Evelli had landed upon the soil of the rocky kingdom. In a way, when the young blonde had come to tell her of this mysterious man she had met, Evelli had been happy. She had frowned of course, when Nana had called him a 'prince', for had they not met all the princes of the Kotas family in the ill-fated dinner that night?
But the woman had brushed it off as Nana's fanciful notions. Perhaps her daughter simply saw him as a prince in her eyes. Good enough for her.
Of course, she had been surprised when Nana had returned to their Kalopsiti one evening, just after Evelli had finished helping Olympia pack for their return trip once the men had left, and checked in on Selene once again (for she had seemed quite morose when Evelli had found her that morning, although for what reason, Evelli had yet to suss out from her), only for the young girl to cry in her arms. What was going on now? Their trip to Colchis was supposed to be one of joy and celebration, to welcome another life into their family and the first of their next generation. So why were all her girl's in tears, one after the other?
Quite fed up at that point of whatever curse Colchis had for her daughters, Evelli had done her best to soothe Nana to bed, but the next day saw a thunderous mama bear as she sent a quick but firmly worded missive to the man she thought be the cause of such sorrow from one of her youngest daughter's.
Sending the fastest of her runners out with the missive once she had penned it down after the evening meal, once she had saw to all her daughter's again, Evelli had intentionally carved out that window of time. After making sure Nana was given a satchel of money to shop, giving her instructions to buy something for both Imma ('Maybe paint's, sweetheart? Something special that only Colchis has.') and their father ('He'll love anything you pick out, dear heart.'), and if she could perhaps find something for her aunt and uncle, Evelli did her best to make sure she wouldn't have a chance of crossing the young baron's path, before making her way to the dimmed study of the Kalopsiti to wait for his arrival.
Nana had said as much that she still enjoyed his company, so maybe not everything was lost. But deceiving her daughter in the first place was not something she took upon kindly.
Perched on the edges of the wooden ornate table when the lord was led in by her servants, she raised an arched brow when he swept into a bow. Formal, mannerful - mentally, Evelli slowly ticked the checkboxes, but her features remained as impassive as ever, even as he straightened up. As if right on cue, the door scraped open again, its sound echoing loudly in the otherwise empty manor, as her lady's maid entered with a flagon of Taengea's finest Condos wine. The receptacle was accompanied by two chalices, and one was filled with the liquid and handed to the lord, whilst the other was held by the woman herself, who gingerly held the stem of her bronzed wine chalice, taking a gentle sip, before turning her eyes back to the baron.
"Ah, this is the famed Lord Timaeus I hear of. My daughter says you have... quite a way with words." she murmured, leaving the implication of her words to his imagination, on purpose. Watching to see if he would jump, or shy away, she placed the bronze chalice gingerly on the table, and then turned back to the baron, pausing purposefully in her study of him before continuing. "You seemed quite nervous. Hiding something?"
Timaeus had been right in assuming that this whole meeting would be trouble. Lady Evelli made that crystal clear from her first statement. Furrowing his brows at what she said, it was clear that Timaeus did not know what Evelli spoke of when she mentioned that he had ‘a way with words.’ This could mean a great number of things given that Timaeus knew that he had a bit of tendency to wax poetic whenever he found that his heart was ensnared by another. It was something that his friends often teased him about and Nana had been no exception to this as the Baron had lavished quite a few compliments onto the matriarch’s daughter. However, this clearly was not what Evelli was referring to. Timaeus was fairly certain in this as was this just not the kind of topic a potential mother-in-law brought up normally with their daughter’s heartbroken suitors. That would just be weird on countless levels that Tim really didn’t even want to consider given that he was bound to have a strained relationship with this family going forward. If that wasn’t a big enough clue, Timaeus could also tell from the tone of Evelli’s voice that this was not meant to be a compliment. He didn’t know what it was, but there was just something off about the way that she approached this subject and it was strange enough that Tim was inspired to take another generous swig of the drink that Evelli had offered.
“Well, erm… I supposed that we all do, in a certain way…” He awkwardly said, trying to turn whatever this was into a neutral topic rather than the charged one that this seemed to be. Really? What on earth was all of this about? Tim and Nana were over. She had made that more than clear to the Baron. They were supposed to go their separate ways and recognize that their time at the feast and in the cove had been a mistake. Or at least that was how Tim was trying to approach it in order to deal with the hurt that came with such a rejection. His method of coping was ignoring the issue until it went away and being summoned to meet with his ex’s mother was not exactly the right step in forgetting that a certain disaster ever happened in the first place.
As if he was easily going to be able to do that. It wasn’t exactly a secret that Timaeus had a type. He had always had a thing for light haired girls that came from other places than Colchis -- so much so that was often ragged on about it by his family on more than one occasion. Nana fit into that mold so perfectly tht it wasn’t much of a surprise that Timaeus had fallen so hard, so fast and had walked away from that feast with the smallest inkling of a crush that only grew through the brief letters the two had exchanged. Not to mention how wonderful their date was before it all came tumbling down once Nana’s mistake became clear. It didn’t matter that the Leventi girl wished him dead, his heart had a different outlook on the situation and refused to accept that this was the end, not matter what the logic of the situation suggested.
Even though the Baron of Eubocris’s heart longed to take the lead on this disaster, he was grateful that his head was able to maintain some sort of semblance of control of the situation. It was only through listening to the reality of what was unfolding did Timaeus stop in sending his letters. There was no point in chasing what he could not have. However, as Evelli continued in her questioning, the boy was grateful for having his wits about him when she directly accused him of hiding something in her presence.
“Wha -- No, of course not Lady Evelli,” The sheer disbelief he felt at being accused of such a thing was seen in his voice as his eyes widened in shock at her words. It might have been a long while since Timaeus had last been in Taengea, but surely this was not the way that they greeted their guests. It hadn’t been when Timaeus was a younger man, but then again, the sailor had not been exactly rubbing elbows with the likes of Evelli back then, had he? “You’ll have to forgive my nervousness, my lady. I just don’t understand why I have been summoned here.” He clarified, seeing no reason to hide the truth. This was true at least, Timaeus did not understand why he would be summoned to visit the mother of the Queen (or Queens, as Timaeus was very reluctant to form an opinion on the matter) when her daughter had made it clear that she never wanted to see him again.
He was not going to assume that Evelli did not know about his brief interest in Nana. The Baron did not hide it at the feast and even though the two of them had snuck out in order to attend their date without the burden of chaperones, surely Nana would have mentioned something about him afterwards. She had been in such a state that it seemed impossible that Evelli did not know that Timaeus was no longer some boy chasing after her daughter’s skirts.
“Well, of course, I partially know the reason.” He quietly clarified after a moment, realizing that his previous words might have left the impression that he was completely in the dark about why Evelli would have summoned him here. He was not a fool and nor was he going to pretend to be. “This is about Lady Nana, isn’t it?” His question was practically redundant given the circumstances. Of course, it was about Nana. Why wouldn’t it be? What possible interest would Lady Evelli take an interest in the Baron of the Gorge otherwise? His family name wasn’t a royal one nor was the Eubocris anything of note. Very clearly this was about her daughter and nothing else.
Now that this was clearly in the air, a new sort of nervousness set upon Timaeus. Unlike the worry that came with being summoned to a meeting with the Lady Leventi, this one came strictly from the heart. “Is she well? I tried to write to her but--” His confession that he attempted to reach out to her fell short as he trailed off at the end, realizing too late that asking after Nana would do him no favors when Lady Evelli was clearly cross with him. He had his suspicions that this had to do with the supposed lie that he never actually told, but it felt wrong to be frank and straight forward in the fact that he had never deceived Nana. Timaeus had never presented himself as a Prince and in the chaos that had been the Feast, he had never noticed that he had not given her his last name. It was a foolish oversight, that much was more than clear given how dearly this mistake had cost him, but Timaeus had never for a moment tried to pass himself as something grander than he was. At the end of the day he was just a Baron and there was no point in him trying to hide as much. Not when he was falling so hard and fast for her that Timaeus didn’t want to shoot himself in the foot.
Well, he might not have been trying, but Tim still managed to do it anyway and thanks to his big mouth he might have done it with hr mother too. He could only hope that she wasn’t ready to murder him right then and there for supposedly lying to the daughter who couldn’t accept that she was the one who had made the mistake here…
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Timaeus had been right in assuming that this whole meeting would be trouble. Lady Evelli made that crystal clear from her first statement. Furrowing his brows at what she said, it was clear that Timaeus did not know what Evelli spoke of when she mentioned that he had ‘a way with words.’ This could mean a great number of things given that Timaeus knew that he had a bit of tendency to wax poetic whenever he found that his heart was ensnared by another. It was something that his friends often teased him about and Nana had been no exception to this as the Baron had lavished quite a few compliments onto the matriarch’s daughter. However, this clearly was not what Evelli was referring to. Timaeus was fairly certain in this as was this just not the kind of topic a potential mother-in-law brought up normally with their daughter’s heartbroken suitors. That would just be weird on countless levels that Tim really didn’t even want to consider given that he was bound to have a strained relationship with this family going forward. If that wasn’t a big enough clue, Timaeus could also tell from the tone of Evelli’s voice that this was not meant to be a compliment. He didn’t know what it was, but there was just something off about the way that she approached this subject and it was strange enough that Tim was inspired to take another generous swig of the drink that Evelli had offered.
“Well, erm… I supposed that we all do, in a certain way…” He awkwardly said, trying to turn whatever this was into a neutral topic rather than the charged one that this seemed to be. Really? What on earth was all of this about? Tim and Nana were over. She had made that more than clear to the Baron. They were supposed to go their separate ways and recognize that their time at the feast and in the cove had been a mistake. Or at least that was how Tim was trying to approach it in order to deal with the hurt that came with such a rejection. His method of coping was ignoring the issue until it went away and being summoned to meet with his ex’s mother was not exactly the right step in forgetting that a certain disaster ever happened in the first place.
As if he was easily going to be able to do that. It wasn’t exactly a secret that Timaeus had a type. He had always had a thing for light haired girls that came from other places than Colchis -- so much so that was often ragged on about it by his family on more than one occasion. Nana fit into that mold so perfectly tht it wasn’t much of a surprise that Timaeus had fallen so hard, so fast and had walked away from that feast with the smallest inkling of a crush that only grew through the brief letters the two had exchanged. Not to mention how wonderful their date was before it all came tumbling down once Nana’s mistake became clear. It didn’t matter that the Leventi girl wished him dead, his heart had a different outlook on the situation and refused to accept that this was the end, not matter what the logic of the situation suggested.
Even though the Baron of Eubocris’s heart longed to take the lead on this disaster, he was grateful that his head was able to maintain some sort of semblance of control of the situation. It was only through listening to the reality of what was unfolding did Timaeus stop in sending his letters. There was no point in chasing what he could not have. However, as Evelli continued in her questioning, the boy was grateful for having his wits about him when she directly accused him of hiding something in her presence.
“Wha -- No, of course not Lady Evelli,” The sheer disbelief he felt at being accused of such a thing was seen in his voice as his eyes widened in shock at her words. It might have been a long while since Timaeus had last been in Taengea, but surely this was not the way that they greeted their guests. It hadn’t been when Timaeus was a younger man, but then again, the sailor had not been exactly rubbing elbows with the likes of Evelli back then, had he? “You’ll have to forgive my nervousness, my lady. I just don’t understand why I have been summoned here.” He clarified, seeing no reason to hide the truth. This was true at least, Timaeus did not understand why he would be summoned to visit the mother of the Queen (or Queens, as Timaeus was very reluctant to form an opinion on the matter) when her daughter had made it clear that she never wanted to see him again.
He was not going to assume that Evelli did not know about his brief interest in Nana. The Baron did not hide it at the feast and even though the two of them had snuck out in order to attend their date without the burden of chaperones, surely Nana would have mentioned something about him afterwards. She had been in such a state that it seemed impossible that Evelli did not know that Timaeus was no longer some boy chasing after her daughter’s skirts.
“Well, of course, I partially know the reason.” He quietly clarified after a moment, realizing that his previous words might have left the impression that he was completely in the dark about why Evelli would have summoned him here. He was not a fool and nor was he going to pretend to be. “This is about Lady Nana, isn’t it?” His question was practically redundant given the circumstances. Of course, it was about Nana. Why wouldn’t it be? What possible interest would Lady Evelli take an interest in the Baron of the Gorge otherwise? His family name wasn’t a royal one nor was the Eubocris anything of note. Very clearly this was about her daughter and nothing else.
Now that this was clearly in the air, a new sort of nervousness set upon Timaeus. Unlike the worry that came with being summoned to a meeting with the Lady Leventi, this one came strictly from the heart. “Is she well? I tried to write to her but--” His confession that he attempted to reach out to her fell short as he trailed off at the end, realizing too late that asking after Nana would do him no favors when Lady Evelli was clearly cross with him. He had his suspicions that this had to do with the supposed lie that he never actually told, but it felt wrong to be frank and straight forward in the fact that he had never deceived Nana. Timaeus had never presented himself as a Prince and in the chaos that had been the Feast, he had never noticed that he had not given her his last name. It was a foolish oversight, that much was more than clear given how dearly this mistake had cost him, but Timaeus had never for a moment tried to pass himself as something grander than he was. At the end of the day he was just a Baron and there was no point in him trying to hide as much. Not when he was falling so hard and fast for her that Timaeus didn’t want to shoot himself in the foot.
Well, he might not have been trying, but Tim still managed to do it anyway and thanks to his big mouth he might have done it with hr mother too. He could only hope that she wasn’t ready to murder him right then and there for supposedly lying to the daughter who couldn’t accept that she was the one who had made the mistake here…
Timaeus had been right in assuming that this whole meeting would be trouble. Lady Evelli made that crystal clear from her first statement. Furrowing his brows at what she said, it was clear that Timaeus did not know what Evelli spoke of when she mentioned that he had ‘a way with words.’ This could mean a great number of things given that Timaeus knew that he had a bit of tendency to wax poetic whenever he found that his heart was ensnared by another. It was something that his friends often teased him about and Nana had been no exception to this as the Baron had lavished quite a few compliments onto the matriarch’s daughter. However, this clearly was not what Evelli was referring to. Timaeus was fairly certain in this as was this just not the kind of topic a potential mother-in-law brought up normally with their daughter’s heartbroken suitors. That would just be weird on countless levels that Tim really didn’t even want to consider given that he was bound to have a strained relationship with this family going forward. If that wasn’t a big enough clue, Timaeus could also tell from the tone of Evelli’s voice that this was not meant to be a compliment. He didn’t know what it was, but there was just something off about the way that she approached this subject and it was strange enough that Tim was inspired to take another generous swig of the drink that Evelli had offered.
“Well, erm… I supposed that we all do, in a certain way…” He awkwardly said, trying to turn whatever this was into a neutral topic rather than the charged one that this seemed to be. Really? What on earth was all of this about? Tim and Nana were over. She had made that more than clear to the Baron. They were supposed to go their separate ways and recognize that their time at the feast and in the cove had been a mistake. Or at least that was how Tim was trying to approach it in order to deal with the hurt that came with such a rejection. His method of coping was ignoring the issue until it went away and being summoned to meet with his ex’s mother was not exactly the right step in forgetting that a certain disaster ever happened in the first place.
As if he was easily going to be able to do that. It wasn’t exactly a secret that Timaeus had a type. He had always had a thing for light haired girls that came from other places than Colchis -- so much so that was often ragged on about it by his family on more than one occasion. Nana fit into that mold so perfectly tht it wasn’t much of a surprise that Timaeus had fallen so hard, so fast and had walked away from that feast with the smallest inkling of a crush that only grew through the brief letters the two had exchanged. Not to mention how wonderful their date was before it all came tumbling down once Nana’s mistake became clear. It didn’t matter that the Leventi girl wished him dead, his heart had a different outlook on the situation and refused to accept that this was the end, not matter what the logic of the situation suggested.
Even though the Baron of Eubocris’s heart longed to take the lead on this disaster, he was grateful that his head was able to maintain some sort of semblance of control of the situation. It was only through listening to the reality of what was unfolding did Timaeus stop in sending his letters. There was no point in chasing what he could not have. However, as Evelli continued in her questioning, the boy was grateful for having his wits about him when she directly accused him of hiding something in her presence.
“Wha -- No, of course not Lady Evelli,” The sheer disbelief he felt at being accused of such a thing was seen in his voice as his eyes widened in shock at her words. It might have been a long while since Timaeus had last been in Taengea, but surely this was not the way that they greeted their guests. It hadn’t been when Timaeus was a younger man, but then again, the sailor had not been exactly rubbing elbows with the likes of Evelli back then, had he? “You’ll have to forgive my nervousness, my lady. I just don’t understand why I have been summoned here.” He clarified, seeing no reason to hide the truth. This was true at least, Timaeus did not understand why he would be summoned to visit the mother of the Queen (or Queens, as Timaeus was very reluctant to form an opinion on the matter) when her daughter had made it clear that she never wanted to see him again.
He was not going to assume that Evelli did not know about his brief interest in Nana. The Baron did not hide it at the feast and even though the two of them had snuck out in order to attend their date without the burden of chaperones, surely Nana would have mentioned something about him afterwards. She had been in such a state that it seemed impossible that Evelli did not know that Timaeus was no longer some boy chasing after her daughter’s skirts.
“Well, of course, I partially know the reason.” He quietly clarified after a moment, realizing that his previous words might have left the impression that he was completely in the dark about why Evelli would have summoned him here. He was not a fool and nor was he going to pretend to be. “This is about Lady Nana, isn’t it?” His question was practically redundant given the circumstances. Of course, it was about Nana. Why wouldn’t it be? What possible interest would Lady Evelli take an interest in the Baron of the Gorge otherwise? His family name wasn’t a royal one nor was the Eubocris anything of note. Very clearly this was about her daughter and nothing else.
Now that this was clearly in the air, a new sort of nervousness set upon Timaeus. Unlike the worry that came with being summoned to a meeting with the Lady Leventi, this one came strictly from the heart. “Is she well? I tried to write to her but--” His confession that he attempted to reach out to her fell short as he trailed off at the end, realizing too late that asking after Nana would do him no favors when Lady Evelli was clearly cross with him. He had his suspicions that this had to do with the supposed lie that he never actually told, but it felt wrong to be frank and straight forward in the fact that he had never deceived Nana. Timaeus had never presented himself as a Prince and in the chaos that had been the Feast, he had never noticed that he had not given her his last name. It was a foolish oversight, that much was more than clear given how dearly this mistake had cost him, but Timaeus had never for a moment tried to pass himself as something grander than he was. At the end of the day he was just a Baron and there was no point in him trying to hide as much. Not when he was falling so hard and fast for her that Timaeus didn’t want to shoot himself in the foot.
Well, he might not have been trying, but Tim still managed to do it anyway and thanks to his big mouth he might have done it with hr mother too. He could only hope that she wasn’t ready to murder him right then and there for supposedly lying to the daughter who couldn’t accept that she was the one who had made the mistake here…
'I suppose that we all do'?
Evelli resisted the urge to roll her eyes, when the man suddenly saw a need to go all philosophical on her. Obviously trying to turn the situation around, Evelli couldn't help but wonder if he saw horns or claws on her, when all the brunette was doing was simply enjoying some dried figs at her table whilst the man seemed to fidget to speak. How did he ever capture Nana's attention? Her young daughter was gregarious as she was confident, and Evelli suddenly wondered if he simply put on a show for her.
Aware that she had high standard for all her daughters (a fact that Georgios never let her forgot), but not at all willing to let those standards for (because she knew all of her offspring posessed a beauty only those of nobility can proudly say they own), Evelli's eyes never wavered as she let them land on him.
Ah, always keep them guessing.
Raising a brow in somewhat partial surprised when he hit the subject on the head, the woman nipped at her dried fig. It was when the young baron asked if Nana was well however, did her previously collected and serene look changed to what was akin to a thunderstorm. "Well?" she echoed, slightly aghast. "I just spent the last night soothing a crying daughter to sleep, and you ask if she was well, when you very well should be the one person who knows why she had tears, Lord Timaeus." Despite there being no large, or surprising volume to her words, it was the quiet hiss that accompanied every syllable that should be frightening to the young baron.
Either that, or the sharp, firey glare she now wore. Whichever rocked his boat.
"Tell me, my lord. What, pray tell, could possibly make my confident, bright daughter, sob as if her life depended on it?" Evelli asked, a hint of venom under what was a deceivingly soft tone.
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'I suppose that we all do'?
Evelli resisted the urge to roll her eyes, when the man suddenly saw a need to go all philosophical on her. Obviously trying to turn the situation around, Evelli couldn't help but wonder if he saw horns or claws on her, when all the brunette was doing was simply enjoying some dried figs at her table whilst the man seemed to fidget to speak. How did he ever capture Nana's attention? Her young daughter was gregarious as she was confident, and Evelli suddenly wondered if he simply put on a show for her.
Aware that she had high standard for all her daughters (a fact that Georgios never let her forgot), but not at all willing to let those standards for (because she knew all of her offspring posessed a beauty only those of nobility can proudly say they own), Evelli's eyes never wavered as she let them land on him.
Ah, always keep them guessing.
Raising a brow in somewhat partial surprised when he hit the subject on the head, the woman nipped at her dried fig. It was when the young baron asked if Nana was well however, did her previously collected and serene look changed to what was akin to a thunderstorm. "Well?" she echoed, slightly aghast. "I just spent the last night soothing a crying daughter to sleep, and you ask if she was well, when you very well should be the one person who knows why she had tears, Lord Timaeus." Despite there being no large, or surprising volume to her words, it was the quiet hiss that accompanied every syllable that should be frightening to the young baron.
Either that, or the sharp, firey glare she now wore. Whichever rocked his boat.
"Tell me, my lord. What, pray tell, could possibly make my confident, bright daughter, sob as if her life depended on it?" Evelli asked, a hint of venom under what was a deceivingly soft tone.
'I suppose that we all do'?
Evelli resisted the urge to roll her eyes, when the man suddenly saw a need to go all philosophical on her. Obviously trying to turn the situation around, Evelli couldn't help but wonder if he saw horns or claws on her, when all the brunette was doing was simply enjoying some dried figs at her table whilst the man seemed to fidget to speak. How did he ever capture Nana's attention? Her young daughter was gregarious as she was confident, and Evelli suddenly wondered if he simply put on a show for her.
Aware that she had high standard for all her daughters (a fact that Georgios never let her forgot), but not at all willing to let those standards for (because she knew all of her offspring posessed a beauty only those of nobility can proudly say they own), Evelli's eyes never wavered as she let them land on him.
Ah, always keep them guessing.
Raising a brow in somewhat partial surprised when he hit the subject on the head, the woman nipped at her dried fig. It was when the young baron asked if Nana was well however, did her previously collected and serene look changed to what was akin to a thunderstorm. "Well?" she echoed, slightly aghast. "I just spent the last night soothing a crying daughter to sleep, and you ask if she was well, when you very well should be the one person who knows why she had tears, Lord Timaeus." Despite there being no large, or surprising volume to her words, it was the quiet hiss that accompanied every syllable that should be frightening to the young baron.
Either that, or the sharp, firey glare she now wore. Whichever rocked his boat.
"Tell me, my lord. What, pray tell, could possibly make my confident, bright daughter, sob as if her life depended on it?" Evelli asked, a hint of venom under what was a deceivingly soft tone.
His immediate judgment that Lady Evelli was incensed was a correct one as Timaeus soon learned. The Leventi matriarch did not care to mince her words when the Baron asked if Nana was alright following their breakup at the beach. He physically winced at her words, knowing full well that even though Nana had been the one to mistake him for a prince, her hurt was still his fault. That pained him inside though it was truly a mystery as to whether or not Timaeus could have done anything differently to prevent this heartbreak from happening.
“A misunderstanding, Lady Ev- Leventi” Timaeus instinctively sputtered out, deciding wisely that he was likely not on a first-name basis with the angry matriarch. He had already seen her daughter’s temper when it had been on full display. Timaeus was not going to be foolish enough to tempt the elder woman into demonstrating if Nana had gotten that wicked slap from her mother. The Colchian Lord still remembered how much that had hurt and he was not keen on experiencing it again.
Knowing full well that he was in a very delicate situation with very complex feelings clouding both of their judgments, Timaeus had to be careful with his words. Lady Evelli was a lion on the prowl, just waiting for the man to give her a reason to justify protecting her cub. He could tell that it didn’t matter what he said. Timaeus was already the guilty party. He was the one to blame here and the Leventi matriarch just wanted the satisfaction of hearing it from his own lips. However, this just wasn’t the case. The Baron had never presented himself as a prince and he had corrected Nana the moment that she revealed that she had thought him to be one. He had never, not even for a single moment, willingly made her believe that he was a Kotas. Why would he? It was a stupid lie to tell and one that would have been found out immediately. If that wasn’t enough of a deterrent, it was a crime that could very easily see him in a whole heap of trouble being one of their barons and all.
The whole notion of him telling such an awful lie was so ridiculous that Timaeus had to wonder why Nana thought it to be the truth so vehemently. In the heat of the moment, he blamed it on a breaking heart. A momentary upset caused by a betrayal that had never even really happened. He had held out hope that Nana would see the reason in his defense because very simply the Baron of Eubocris had no motivation to lie to her. However, if Lady Evelli’s words were true and Nana was beside herself with tears…
Well, Timaeus didn’t know what to think of that. Could she truly still believe that he had set out to trick her? He had poured his heart out to her on that beach, trusting that even though the two of them may not have known each other for long; the bright spark that burned between them was enough to show that this couldn’t be just some passing crush. That there was something deeper forming between them. As if Aphrodite herself was at work to bring the two of them together. He was certain that she had felt the same way, so how could she think that he was capable of such things? Timaeus had been nothing short of genuine and truthful with her. He had never wanted any of this to happen. He was not some evil mastermind setting out to break her heart. Tim was just a young, dumb, fool who was utterly sick with puppy love. That’s all he had ever been with her -- may the gods themselves strike him down if this was not true.
However, he knew that Lady Evelli would be less than willing to listen to a Colchian wax poetic about being in love. She had already assumed without even meeting Timaeus that he was to blame for everything going wrong. What made things even worse was that Tim didn’t even have much recourse to defend himself from her sharpened claws! He knew himself to be innocent, but she was an angry mother who was ranked above the Baron. She would not take kindly to some lowly noble casting the fault on her daughter, but what could he say other than the truth? Plus not to mention the butterflies that formed in his stomach from his schoolboy crush would keep him from doing that as well. Timaeus was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He could either tell the truth or he could take the blame.
He chose the latter.
“It was just a misunderstanding...” He uselessly repeated, trying to find the right words to explain what had happened that day in the cove, “But it was a misunderstanding that I should have prevented.” Even though Timaeus had every reason to place the fault squarely on Nana’s shoulders as this was truthfully where it should be, he couldn’t bring himself to. What kind of man would he be if he did so without another thought or care? How could he just completely brush her off like that when he still clung onto the hope that maybe, just maybe they could somehow move on from this misstep? If Timaeus could just talk to Nana, maybe everything could be set right…
“When I met Na- your daughter at the feast, I failed to give her my full name. It was never a purposeful action on my part, but instead just merely a foolish oversight in every sense of the word. So much had happened that night that we never realized that I had not said that I am a Valaoritis.” His words were filled with the utmost sincerity as he tried to explain what had happened as succinctly as possible. Between meeting Nana and watching the king nearly die in front them… only to then learn that King Tython was not dead like they had all thought… it had been a lot to process in such a short timeframe and it was hopefully a bit understandable that some important tidbits of conversation had slipped through the cracks. Timaeus had left that event hall firmly under the impression that Nana knew who he was and still had an interest in the Baron in spite of his lack of royal blood. He now knew that he had been wrong and he couldn’t believe that he had been so stupid to think so. Even though Nana was the one who had concocted the story that he had presented himself as a prince, his own lack of a functioning brain left him at fault too.
“Somehow in the chaos and confusion, Nana had come to believe that I was one of the Kotas princes. I do not know how she came under this assumption as I never presented myself as one to her.” Even though he truly did not know how this mistake occurred, Lady Evelli might have an inkling by just looking at Timaeus’s features. There had always been a shared likeness between the Kotas and Valaoritis boys. As it had been present for generations, it was something that had easily slipped Tim’s mind in the stress of needing to explain himself to Lady Evelli. However, it was something that wouldn’t slip past the attention of this woman who had likely never even heard of his family prior to this moment. It could really be uncanny at times how similar the whole lot of them looked. “I didn’t know she thought that I was a member of the royal family until she referred to me as such. At that point, I corrected her and in the process… broke her heart.” His voice grew quiet at the end, trailing off as he admitted what the consequence of the lie he had never told was. A pained expression crossed his face as if the words themselves were hurting him and in an odd sort of way, they were. Timaeus was certain that he had been falling in love with her so the mere prospect that he had brought her pain inadvertently killed him inside.
His knuckles grew tight around the rim of the wine goblet. Evelli might not be able to see it, but Timaeus was trying to keep all of his emotions inside himself right now as he gave Evelli his version of events -- but it was so hard to do. He was hurt that a simple misunderstanding could result in this. He was heartbroken that there was seemingly nothing he could do to set it right as it was his own identity that brought so much pain to them both. He was also worried about Nana and how she was truly faring if her mother was out for his blood. All of these feelings plus the countless others swirling within his mind made it near impossible to keep his voice level and calm as he finally brought an end to this wretched tale. “I tried to write to her, tried to set it right, and apologize for whatever I had done to make her think this way but… all of my letters have been sent back to me, unopened.” He had taken it as a sign of how Nana thought on the matter of ‘them’ and it was clear to hear in his voice as it wavered slightly on the final word, showing the sheer amount of emotion that was lurking beneath his exterior. Timaeus cared. Truly, he did.
But would Evelli see it as well?
That was one of the many questions that were lurking in Timaeus’s mind as he tried to swallow his own feelings on the matter and give Lady Evelli what she wanted: An explanation for why her daughter was so upset. However, he found that he couldn’t continue. Every time he tried to start his next line of thought, it was quickly interrupted by a question he knew that he was not meant to ask. It was the only thing stuck on his brain and he wanted nothing more than to swallow his nerves and ask the angry woman in front of him if Nana was here. Now could be his chance to set it right, but he had no idea what she thought of his words and how upset Nana had been. He was already walking on thin ice, it would not be wise to risk being submerged in the freezing waters until he knew what Lady Leventi thought of the boy before her. No matter how clear his desire to ask after Nana was shown in his worried expression, his thoughts jumping between his own wellbeing and hers, hoping for the best and being utterly unprepared for the worst. After all, there was nothing like the wrath of a Leventi, was there?
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His immediate judgment that Lady Evelli was incensed was a correct one as Timaeus soon learned. The Leventi matriarch did not care to mince her words when the Baron asked if Nana was alright following their breakup at the beach. He physically winced at her words, knowing full well that even though Nana had been the one to mistake him for a prince, her hurt was still his fault. That pained him inside though it was truly a mystery as to whether or not Timaeus could have done anything differently to prevent this heartbreak from happening.
“A misunderstanding, Lady Ev- Leventi” Timaeus instinctively sputtered out, deciding wisely that he was likely not on a first-name basis with the angry matriarch. He had already seen her daughter’s temper when it had been on full display. Timaeus was not going to be foolish enough to tempt the elder woman into demonstrating if Nana had gotten that wicked slap from her mother. The Colchian Lord still remembered how much that had hurt and he was not keen on experiencing it again.
Knowing full well that he was in a very delicate situation with very complex feelings clouding both of their judgments, Timaeus had to be careful with his words. Lady Evelli was a lion on the prowl, just waiting for the man to give her a reason to justify protecting her cub. He could tell that it didn’t matter what he said. Timaeus was already the guilty party. He was the one to blame here and the Leventi matriarch just wanted the satisfaction of hearing it from his own lips. However, this just wasn’t the case. The Baron had never presented himself as a prince and he had corrected Nana the moment that she revealed that she had thought him to be one. He had never, not even for a single moment, willingly made her believe that he was a Kotas. Why would he? It was a stupid lie to tell and one that would have been found out immediately. If that wasn’t enough of a deterrent, it was a crime that could very easily see him in a whole heap of trouble being one of their barons and all.
The whole notion of him telling such an awful lie was so ridiculous that Timaeus had to wonder why Nana thought it to be the truth so vehemently. In the heat of the moment, he blamed it on a breaking heart. A momentary upset caused by a betrayal that had never even really happened. He had held out hope that Nana would see the reason in his defense because very simply the Baron of Eubocris had no motivation to lie to her. However, if Lady Evelli’s words were true and Nana was beside herself with tears…
Well, Timaeus didn’t know what to think of that. Could she truly still believe that he had set out to trick her? He had poured his heart out to her on that beach, trusting that even though the two of them may not have known each other for long; the bright spark that burned between them was enough to show that this couldn’t be just some passing crush. That there was something deeper forming between them. As if Aphrodite herself was at work to bring the two of them together. He was certain that she had felt the same way, so how could she think that he was capable of such things? Timaeus had been nothing short of genuine and truthful with her. He had never wanted any of this to happen. He was not some evil mastermind setting out to break her heart. Tim was just a young, dumb, fool who was utterly sick with puppy love. That’s all he had ever been with her -- may the gods themselves strike him down if this was not true.
However, he knew that Lady Evelli would be less than willing to listen to a Colchian wax poetic about being in love. She had already assumed without even meeting Timaeus that he was to blame for everything going wrong. What made things even worse was that Tim didn’t even have much recourse to defend himself from her sharpened claws! He knew himself to be innocent, but she was an angry mother who was ranked above the Baron. She would not take kindly to some lowly noble casting the fault on her daughter, but what could he say other than the truth? Plus not to mention the butterflies that formed in his stomach from his schoolboy crush would keep him from doing that as well. Timaeus was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He could either tell the truth or he could take the blame.
He chose the latter.
“It was just a misunderstanding...” He uselessly repeated, trying to find the right words to explain what had happened that day in the cove, “But it was a misunderstanding that I should have prevented.” Even though Timaeus had every reason to place the fault squarely on Nana’s shoulders as this was truthfully where it should be, he couldn’t bring himself to. What kind of man would he be if he did so without another thought or care? How could he just completely brush her off like that when he still clung onto the hope that maybe, just maybe they could somehow move on from this misstep? If Timaeus could just talk to Nana, maybe everything could be set right…
“When I met Na- your daughter at the feast, I failed to give her my full name. It was never a purposeful action on my part, but instead just merely a foolish oversight in every sense of the word. So much had happened that night that we never realized that I had not said that I am a Valaoritis.” His words were filled with the utmost sincerity as he tried to explain what had happened as succinctly as possible. Between meeting Nana and watching the king nearly die in front them… only to then learn that King Tython was not dead like they had all thought… it had been a lot to process in such a short timeframe and it was hopefully a bit understandable that some important tidbits of conversation had slipped through the cracks. Timaeus had left that event hall firmly under the impression that Nana knew who he was and still had an interest in the Baron in spite of his lack of royal blood. He now knew that he had been wrong and he couldn’t believe that he had been so stupid to think so. Even though Nana was the one who had concocted the story that he had presented himself as a prince, his own lack of a functioning brain left him at fault too.
“Somehow in the chaos and confusion, Nana had come to believe that I was one of the Kotas princes. I do not know how she came under this assumption as I never presented myself as one to her.” Even though he truly did not know how this mistake occurred, Lady Evelli might have an inkling by just looking at Timaeus’s features. There had always been a shared likeness between the Kotas and Valaoritis boys. As it had been present for generations, it was something that had easily slipped Tim’s mind in the stress of needing to explain himself to Lady Evelli. However, it was something that wouldn’t slip past the attention of this woman who had likely never even heard of his family prior to this moment. It could really be uncanny at times how similar the whole lot of them looked. “I didn’t know she thought that I was a member of the royal family until she referred to me as such. At that point, I corrected her and in the process… broke her heart.” His voice grew quiet at the end, trailing off as he admitted what the consequence of the lie he had never told was. A pained expression crossed his face as if the words themselves were hurting him and in an odd sort of way, they were. Timaeus was certain that he had been falling in love with her so the mere prospect that he had brought her pain inadvertently killed him inside.
His knuckles grew tight around the rim of the wine goblet. Evelli might not be able to see it, but Timaeus was trying to keep all of his emotions inside himself right now as he gave Evelli his version of events -- but it was so hard to do. He was hurt that a simple misunderstanding could result in this. He was heartbroken that there was seemingly nothing he could do to set it right as it was his own identity that brought so much pain to them both. He was also worried about Nana and how she was truly faring if her mother was out for his blood. All of these feelings plus the countless others swirling within his mind made it near impossible to keep his voice level and calm as he finally brought an end to this wretched tale. “I tried to write to her, tried to set it right, and apologize for whatever I had done to make her think this way but… all of my letters have been sent back to me, unopened.” He had taken it as a sign of how Nana thought on the matter of ‘them’ and it was clear to hear in his voice as it wavered slightly on the final word, showing the sheer amount of emotion that was lurking beneath his exterior. Timaeus cared. Truly, he did.
But would Evelli see it as well?
That was one of the many questions that were lurking in Timaeus’s mind as he tried to swallow his own feelings on the matter and give Lady Evelli what she wanted: An explanation for why her daughter was so upset. However, he found that he couldn’t continue. Every time he tried to start his next line of thought, it was quickly interrupted by a question he knew that he was not meant to ask. It was the only thing stuck on his brain and he wanted nothing more than to swallow his nerves and ask the angry woman in front of him if Nana was here. Now could be his chance to set it right, but he had no idea what she thought of his words and how upset Nana had been. He was already walking on thin ice, it would not be wise to risk being submerged in the freezing waters until he knew what Lady Leventi thought of the boy before her. No matter how clear his desire to ask after Nana was shown in his worried expression, his thoughts jumping between his own wellbeing and hers, hoping for the best and being utterly unprepared for the worst. After all, there was nothing like the wrath of a Leventi, was there?
His immediate judgment that Lady Evelli was incensed was a correct one as Timaeus soon learned. The Leventi matriarch did not care to mince her words when the Baron asked if Nana was alright following their breakup at the beach. He physically winced at her words, knowing full well that even though Nana had been the one to mistake him for a prince, her hurt was still his fault. That pained him inside though it was truly a mystery as to whether or not Timaeus could have done anything differently to prevent this heartbreak from happening.
“A misunderstanding, Lady Ev- Leventi” Timaeus instinctively sputtered out, deciding wisely that he was likely not on a first-name basis with the angry matriarch. He had already seen her daughter’s temper when it had been on full display. Timaeus was not going to be foolish enough to tempt the elder woman into demonstrating if Nana had gotten that wicked slap from her mother. The Colchian Lord still remembered how much that had hurt and he was not keen on experiencing it again.
Knowing full well that he was in a very delicate situation with very complex feelings clouding both of their judgments, Timaeus had to be careful with his words. Lady Evelli was a lion on the prowl, just waiting for the man to give her a reason to justify protecting her cub. He could tell that it didn’t matter what he said. Timaeus was already the guilty party. He was the one to blame here and the Leventi matriarch just wanted the satisfaction of hearing it from his own lips. However, this just wasn’t the case. The Baron had never presented himself as a prince and he had corrected Nana the moment that she revealed that she had thought him to be one. He had never, not even for a single moment, willingly made her believe that he was a Kotas. Why would he? It was a stupid lie to tell and one that would have been found out immediately. If that wasn’t enough of a deterrent, it was a crime that could very easily see him in a whole heap of trouble being one of their barons and all.
The whole notion of him telling such an awful lie was so ridiculous that Timaeus had to wonder why Nana thought it to be the truth so vehemently. In the heat of the moment, he blamed it on a breaking heart. A momentary upset caused by a betrayal that had never even really happened. He had held out hope that Nana would see the reason in his defense because very simply the Baron of Eubocris had no motivation to lie to her. However, if Lady Evelli’s words were true and Nana was beside herself with tears…
Well, Timaeus didn’t know what to think of that. Could she truly still believe that he had set out to trick her? He had poured his heart out to her on that beach, trusting that even though the two of them may not have known each other for long; the bright spark that burned between them was enough to show that this couldn’t be just some passing crush. That there was something deeper forming between them. As if Aphrodite herself was at work to bring the two of them together. He was certain that she had felt the same way, so how could she think that he was capable of such things? Timaeus had been nothing short of genuine and truthful with her. He had never wanted any of this to happen. He was not some evil mastermind setting out to break her heart. Tim was just a young, dumb, fool who was utterly sick with puppy love. That’s all he had ever been with her -- may the gods themselves strike him down if this was not true.
However, he knew that Lady Evelli would be less than willing to listen to a Colchian wax poetic about being in love. She had already assumed without even meeting Timaeus that he was to blame for everything going wrong. What made things even worse was that Tim didn’t even have much recourse to defend himself from her sharpened claws! He knew himself to be innocent, but she was an angry mother who was ranked above the Baron. She would not take kindly to some lowly noble casting the fault on her daughter, but what could he say other than the truth? Plus not to mention the butterflies that formed in his stomach from his schoolboy crush would keep him from doing that as well. Timaeus was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He could either tell the truth or he could take the blame.
He chose the latter.
“It was just a misunderstanding...” He uselessly repeated, trying to find the right words to explain what had happened that day in the cove, “But it was a misunderstanding that I should have prevented.” Even though Timaeus had every reason to place the fault squarely on Nana’s shoulders as this was truthfully where it should be, he couldn’t bring himself to. What kind of man would he be if he did so without another thought or care? How could he just completely brush her off like that when he still clung onto the hope that maybe, just maybe they could somehow move on from this misstep? If Timaeus could just talk to Nana, maybe everything could be set right…
“When I met Na- your daughter at the feast, I failed to give her my full name. It was never a purposeful action on my part, but instead just merely a foolish oversight in every sense of the word. So much had happened that night that we never realized that I had not said that I am a Valaoritis.” His words were filled with the utmost sincerity as he tried to explain what had happened as succinctly as possible. Between meeting Nana and watching the king nearly die in front them… only to then learn that King Tython was not dead like they had all thought… it had been a lot to process in such a short timeframe and it was hopefully a bit understandable that some important tidbits of conversation had slipped through the cracks. Timaeus had left that event hall firmly under the impression that Nana knew who he was and still had an interest in the Baron in spite of his lack of royal blood. He now knew that he had been wrong and he couldn’t believe that he had been so stupid to think so. Even though Nana was the one who had concocted the story that he had presented himself as a prince, his own lack of a functioning brain left him at fault too.
“Somehow in the chaos and confusion, Nana had come to believe that I was one of the Kotas princes. I do not know how she came under this assumption as I never presented myself as one to her.” Even though he truly did not know how this mistake occurred, Lady Evelli might have an inkling by just looking at Timaeus’s features. There had always been a shared likeness between the Kotas and Valaoritis boys. As it had been present for generations, it was something that had easily slipped Tim’s mind in the stress of needing to explain himself to Lady Evelli. However, it was something that wouldn’t slip past the attention of this woman who had likely never even heard of his family prior to this moment. It could really be uncanny at times how similar the whole lot of them looked. “I didn’t know she thought that I was a member of the royal family until she referred to me as such. At that point, I corrected her and in the process… broke her heart.” His voice grew quiet at the end, trailing off as he admitted what the consequence of the lie he had never told was. A pained expression crossed his face as if the words themselves were hurting him and in an odd sort of way, they were. Timaeus was certain that he had been falling in love with her so the mere prospect that he had brought her pain inadvertently killed him inside.
His knuckles grew tight around the rim of the wine goblet. Evelli might not be able to see it, but Timaeus was trying to keep all of his emotions inside himself right now as he gave Evelli his version of events -- but it was so hard to do. He was hurt that a simple misunderstanding could result in this. He was heartbroken that there was seemingly nothing he could do to set it right as it was his own identity that brought so much pain to them both. He was also worried about Nana and how she was truly faring if her mother was out for his blood. All of these feelings plus the countless others swirling within his mind made it near impossible to keep his voice level and calm as he finally brought an end to this wretched tale. “I tried to write to her, tried to set it right, and apologize for whatever I had done to make her think this way but… all of my letters have been sent back to me, unopened.” He had taken it as a sign of how Nana thought on the matter of ‘them’ and it was clear to hear in his voice as it wavered slightly on the final word, showing the sheer amount of emotion that was lurking beneath his exterior. Timaeus cared. Truly, he did.
But would Evelli see it as well?
That was one of the many questions that were lurking in Timaeus’s mind as he tried to swallow his own feelings on the matter and give Lady Evelli what she wanted: An explanation for why her daughter was so upset. However, he found that he couldn’t continue. Every time he tried to start his next line of thought, it was quickly interrupted by a question he knew that he was not meant to ask. It was the only thing stuck on his brain and he wanted nothing more than to swallow his nerves and ask the angry woman in front of him if Nana was here. Now could be his chance to set it right, but he had no idea what she thought of his words and how upset Nana had been. He was already walking on thin ice, it would not be wise to risk being submerged in the freezing waters until he knew what Lady Leventi thought of the boy before her. No matter how clear his desire to ask after Nana was shown in his worried expression, his thoughts jumping between his own wellbeing and hers, hoping for the best and being utterly unprepared for the worst. After all, there was nothing like the wrath of a Leventi, was there?