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Despite usually being a deep sleeper, the events that had occured the day before in the Central Plateia which ended as a disastrous Harvest Festival, and her conversation with Lesley (and subsequently Hector afterwards) had left Emilia feeling so unsettled, that she hadn't been able to sleep a wink. Despite Lesley's assurances that he would handle it, and that she would soon have an answer for all the questions that plagued her, the young princess simply could not silence her mind's screaming questions. Her sister was alive? Was she actually? Or had someone simply been mistaken?
And if she was - why had she ran away from Emilia instead of towards her? Did she agree with her marriage to Elias? Did Persephone had other priorities now?
The more the questions went unanswered, the more it tore at the fragile pieces of self-confidence left that Emilia had. As it was, she had already deemed herself to be a piece of unnecessary baggage, and it didn't help that the prolonged contact with the Stravos family further reinforced her belief that Emilia had been nothing but a pretty face. Wasn't that what all of Athenia had been saying of late, anyway? The whispers of her being incapable, of her being but a doll on a throne had grown so loud that they simply could not be called whispers any longer. And what had she done? They were not wrong afterall. Emilia had relinquished all control and decisions pertaining to the kingdom and it's economics to Elias, and she had done so without question.
As the sun rose however, the brunette finally decided maybe now would be a good time to ask questions.
Awake far earlier then she usually does (lying in bed was a favorite pasttime of hers), Emilia ensured the maids dressed her in her seafoam colored chiton which ended just below her knees, its white sleeves swaying in the morning breeze through her window, gave her loyal hound a pat on the head, before heading steadfastly towards the chambers now permanently occupied by Elias. She would've loved to bring Labros along, but she had a feeling the young lordling wouldn't appreciate a canine slobbering over his face in the morning.
But she could do this herself.
Taking a deep breathe for some faux courage, the princess seemed to forget all about knocking in her haste to get it over with, and instead just roughly shoved the door open, barely noticing how it slammed against the wall behind as she marched in and parked herself at the foot of the bed with a lump under the sheets she assumed to be Elias, asking in a voice far too loud for such an early hour. "Good morning Elias, I have some questions if you don't mind answering them?"
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Despite usually being a deep sleeper, the events that had occured the day before in the Central Plateia which ended as a disastrous Harvest Festival, and her conversation with Lesley (and subsequently Hector afterwards) had left Emilia feeling so unsettled, that she hadn't been able to sleep a wink. Despite Lesley's assurances that he would handle it, and that she would soon have an answer for all the questions that plagued her, the young princess simply could not silence her mind's screaming questions. Her sister was alive? Was she actually? Or had someone simply been mistaken?
And if she was - why had she ran away from Emilia instead of towards her? Did she agree with her marriage to Elias? Did Persephone had other priorities now?
The more the questions went unanswered, the more it tore at the fragile pieces of self-confidence left that Emilia had. As it was, she had already deemed herself to be a piece of unnecessary baggage, and it didn't help that the prolonged contact with the Stravos family further reinforced her belief that Emilia had been nothing but a pretty face. Wasn't that what all of Athenia had been saying of late, anyway? The whispers of her being incapable, of her being but a doll on a throne had grown so loud that they simply could not be called whispers any longer. And what had she done? They were not wrong afterall. Emilia had relinquished all control and decisions pertaining to the kingdom and it's economics to Elias, and she had done so without question.
As the sun rose however, the brunette finally decided maybe now would be a good time to ask questions.
Awake far earlier then she usually does (lying in bed was a favorite pasttime of hers), Emilia ensured the maids dressed her in her seafoam colored chiton which ended just below her knees, its white sleeves swaying in the morning breeze through her window, gave her loyal hound a pat on the head, before heading steadfastly towards the chambers now permanently occupied by Elias. She would've loved to bring Labros along, but she had a feeling the young lordling wouldn't appreciate a canine slobbering over his face in the morning.
But she could do this herself.
Taking a deep breathe for some faux courage, the princess seemed to forget all about knocking in her haste to get it over with, and instead just roughly shoved the door open, barely noticing how it slammed against the wall behind as she marched in and parked herself at the foot of the bed with a lump under the sheets she assumed to be Elias, asking in a voice far too loud for such an early hour. "Good morning Elias, I have some questions if you don't mind answering them?"
Despite usually being a deep sleeper, the events that had occured the day before in the Central Plateia which ended as a disastrous Harvest Festival, and her conversation with Lesley (and subsequently Hector afterwards) had left Emilia feeling so unsettled, that she hadn't been able to sleep a wink. Despite Lesley's assurances that he would handle it, and that she would soon have an answer for all the questions that plagued her, the young princess simply could not silence her mind's screaming questions. Her sister was alive? Was she actually? Or had someone simply been mistaken?
And if she was - why had she ran away from Emilia instead of towards her? Did she agree with her marriage to Elias? Did Persephone had other priorities now?
The more the questions went unanswered, the more it tore at the fragile pieces of self-confidence left that Emilia had. As it was, she had already deemed herself to be a piece of unnecessary baggage, and it didn't help that the prolonged contact with the Stravos family further reinforced her belief that Emilia had been nothing but a pretty face. Wasn't that what all of Athenia had been saying of late, anyway? The whispers of her being incapable, of her being but a doll on a throne had grown so loud that they simply could not be called whispers any longer. And what had she done? They were not wrong afterall. Emilia had relinquished all control and decisions pertaining to the kingdom and it's economics to Elias, and she had done so without question.
As the sun rose however, the brunette finally decided maybe now would be a good time to ask questions.
Awake far earlier then she usually does (lying in bed was a favorite pasttime of hers), Emilia ensured the maids dressed her in her seafoam colored chiton which ended just below her knees, its white sleeves swaying in the morning breeze through her window, gave her loyal hound a pat on the head, before heading steadfastly towards the chambers now permanently occupied by Elias. She would've loved to bring Labros along, but she had a feeling the young lordling wouldn't appreciate a canine slobbering over his face in the morning.
But she could do this herself.
Taking a deep breathe for some faux courage, the princess seemed to forget all about knocking in her haste to get it over with, and instead just roughly shoved the door open, barely noticing how it slammed against the wall behind as she marched in and parked herself at the foot of the bed with a lump under the sheets she assumed to be Elias, asking in a voice far too loud for such an early hour. "Good morning Elias, I have some questions if you don't mind answering them?"
Elias was no deep sleeper. Since the attack on the royal palati - regardless of himself being its engineer - he had known how easy it was for an outsider to arrange a dangerous attack on the unsuspecting. And sleep was a great harbinger of that ignorance. It drew you down into its comfortable and lulling sense of security until you were blissfully unaware of the real threats in the conscious world. He had struggled to sleep with a deep sense of peace ever since.
Some might have called his inability to easily dance with Morpheus the symptom of a guilty conscience. Others might have suggested that he simply could not get comfortable within a royal palati in which he did not yet belong - that his bed back home in the Stravos estate or in Lyncestia might have suited his sleeping patterns better. Elias gave no credence to any such talk and, instead, simply attributed his now commonly shadow nights of sleep to stress. It was hard to be a ruler, to spin the plates of politics, economics and conniving means of manipulating the Senate all at once. And it left his mind reeling and thinking more than it had ever been forced to before.
Elias had comforted his concerns, telling himself that the tasks of monarch would become easier once he had the crown to establish himself. When Persephone was dead and the risk of civil war was out from underfoot, Elias would no longer have to skirt around technicalities or make his edits to the kingdom of Athenia through the puppet mouthpiece of Emilia. He would be able to rule as he saw fit without the five dozen extra steps needed to keep Persephone's reputation in the dirt and his own sparkling clean.
Yes... when he had the crown this would all become far easier.
Until then, he was forced to the kind of sleep that was easily disturbed.
So, when the princess came barging into his chambers within the palati, Elias was instantly awake. As he heard her steps move through the living quarters and towards his bedroom, he reached beneath his pillow to wrap long and confident fingers around the hilt of his dagger. He remained still, hidden in the darkness as if he were sleeping and did not relax his hold on the blade until he heard a familiar feminine voice from the end of his bed.
'Good morning Elias, I have some questions if you don't mind answering them?'
He resisted the urge to groan. Of course she did. Emilia had all the questions and none of the answers. She was a silly little girl who was constantly in need of soothing or validation and could never seem to see beyond the end of her nose herself. It was aggravating and irritating to constantly have to explain, comfort or cloud her eyes with his words. But... the silver lining was that it wasn't difficult. A smarter princess would have been still worse, that was for certain.
Stretching his mouth in a yawn and rubbing a hand over his eye and up through his hair, Elias left his dagger hidden beneath the pillow and stretched out an arm. He used the movement to fall onto his back, the silken sheets of the bed falling from his chest and wrapping around his waist. Rubbing the flat of his hand over his face, as if waking himself up for the first time since her entry, Elias scooted himself up to a sitting position. The sheets fell about his pelvis, the muscles of his chest on display, and he braced his weight on his arms, his shoulder bunching with the tension. His eyes were slumberous as they found Emilia's in the dull light of a cloudy morning.
"Sweet Emilia, I'll answer anything you ask of me - you know that I will. But could we not perhaps do it at a more sensible hour?" The corner of his mouth curled upwards and he flicked back the side of the sheet. The long side of his leg and hip was revealed, declaring him as entirely naked beneath the bedding. "Unless you're thinking of joining me?"
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Elias was no deep sleeper. Since the attack on the royal palati - regardless of himself being its engineer - he had known how easy it was for an outsider to arrange a dangerous attack on the unsuspecting. And sleep was a great harbinger of that ignorance. It drew you down into its comfortable and lulling sense of security until you were blissfully unaware of the real threats in the conscious world. He had struggled to sleep with a deep sense of peace ever since.
Some might have called his inability to easily dance with Morpheus the symptom of a guilty conscience. Others might have suggested that he simply could not get comfortable within a royal palati in which he did not yet belong - that his bed back home in the Stravos estate or in Lyncestia might have suited his sleeping patterns better. Elias gave no credence to any such talk and, instead, simply attributed his now commonly shadow nights of sleep to stress. It was hard to be a ruler, to spin the plates of politics, economics and conniving means of manipulating the Senate all at once. And it left his mind reeling and thinking more than it had ever been forced to before.
Elias had comforted his concerns, telling himself that the tasks of monarch would become easier once he had the crown to establish himself. When Persephone was dead and the risk of civil war was out from underfoot, Elias would no longer have to skirt around technicalities or make his edits to the kingdom of Athenia through the puppet mouthpiece of Emilia. He would be able to rule as he saw fit without the five dozen extra steps needed to keep Persephone's reputation in the dirt and his own sparkling clean.
Yes... when he had the crown this would all become far easier.
Until then, he was forced to the kind of sleep that was easily disturbed.
So, when the princess came barging into his chambers within the palati, Elias was instantly awake. As he heard her steps move through the living quarters and towards his bedroom, he reached beneath his pillow to wrap long and confident fingers around the hilt of his dagger. He remained still, hidden in the darkness as if he were sleeping and did not relax his hold on the blade until he heard a familiar feminine voice from the end of his bed.
'Good morning Elias, I have some questions if you don't mind answering them?'
He resisted the urge to groan. Of course she did. Emilia had all the questions and none of the answers. She was a silly little girl who was constantly in need of soothing or validation and could never seem to see beyond the end of her nose herself. It was aggravating and irritating to constantly have to explain, comfort or cloud her eyes with his words. But... the silver lining was that it wasn't difficult. A smarter princess would have been still worse, that was for certain.
Stretching his mouth in a yawn and rubbing a hand over his eye and up through his hair, Elias left his dagger hidden beneath the pillow and stretched out an arm. He used the movement to fall onto his back, the silken sheets of the bed falling from his chest and wrapping around his waist. Rubbing the flat of his hand over his face, as if waking himself up for the first time since her entry, Elias scooted himself up to a sitting position. The sheets fell about his pelvis, the muscles of his chest on display, and he braced his weight on his arms, his shoulder bunching with the tension. His eyes were slumberous as they found Emilia's in the dull light of a cloudy morning.
"Sweet Emilia, I'll answer anything you ask of me - you know that I will. But could we not perhaps do it at a more sensible hour?" The corner of his mouth curled upwards and he flicked back the side of the sheet. The long side of his leg and hip was revealed, declaring him as entirely naked beneath the bedding. "Unless you're thinking of joining me?"
Elias was no deep sleeper. Since the attack on the royal palati - regardless of himself being its engineer - he had known how easy it was for an outsider to arrange a dangerous attack on the unsuspecting. And sleep was a great harbinger of that ignorance. It drew you down into its comfortable and lulling sense of security until you were blissfully unaware of the real threats in the conscious world. He had struggled to sleep with a deep sense of peace ever since.
Some might have called his inability to easily dance with Morpheus the symptom of a guilty conscience. Others might have suggested that he simply could not get comfortable within a royal palati in which he did not yet belong - that his bed back home in the Stravos estate or in Lyncestia might have suited his sleeping patterns better. Elias gave no credence to any such talk and, instead, simply attributed his now commonly shadow nights of sleep to stress. It was hard to be a ruler, to spin the plates of politics, economics and conniving means of manipulating the Senate all at once. And it left his mind reeling and thinking more than it had ever been forced to before.
Elias had comforted his concerns, telling himself that the tasks of monarch would become easier once he had the crown to establish himself. When Persephone was dead and the risk of civil war was out from underfoot, Elias would no longer have to skirt around technicalities or make his edits to the kingdom of Athenia through the puppet mouthpiece of Emilia. He would be able to rule as he saw fit without the five dozen extra steps needed to keep Persephone's reputation in the dirt and his own sparkling clean.
Yes... when he had the crown this would all become far easier.
Until then, he was forced to the kind of sleep that was easily disturbed.
So, when the princess came barging into his chambers within the palati, Elias was instantly awake. As he heard her steps move through the living quarters and towards his bedroom, he reached beneath his pillow to wrap long and confident fingers around the hilt of his dagger. He remained still, hidden in the darkness as if he were sleeping and did not relax his hold on the blade until he heard a familiar feminine voice from the end of his bed.
'Good morning Elias, I have some questions if you don't mind answering them?'
He resisted the urge to groan. Of course she did. Emilia had all the questions and none of the answers. She was a silly little girl who was constantly in need of soothing or validation and could never seem to see beyond the end of her nose herself. It was aggravating and irritating to constantly have to explain, comfort or cloud her eyes with his words. But... the silver lining was that it wasn't difficult. A smarter princess would have been still worse, that was for certain.
Stretching his mouth in a yawn and rubbing a hand over his eye and up through his hair, Elias left his dagger hidden beneath the pillow and stretched out an arm. He used the movement to fall onto his back, the silken sheets of the bed falling from his chest and wrapping around his waist. Rubbing the flat of his hand over his face, as if waking himself up for the first time since her entry, Elias scooted himself up to a sitting position. The sheets fell about his pelvis, the muscles of his chest on display, and he braced his weight on his arms, his shoulder bunching with the tension. His eyes were slumberous as they found Emilia's in the dull light of a cloudy morning.
"Sweet Emilia, I'll answer anything you ask of me - you know that I will. But could we not perhaps do it at a more sensible hour?" The corner of his mouth curled upwards and he flicked back the side of the sheet. The long side of his leg and hip was revealed, declaring him as entirely naked beneath the bedding. "Unless you're thinking of joining me?"
As someone who really didn't like nor want to make life difficult for anyone, Emilia generally was not confrontational at all. Perhaps that was why Elias had had such an easy time when it came to getting Emilia to go along with whatever plan he's had, or whatever next step he wants to take. Often, the brunette would simply take it as the truth that she simply didn't know better (Persephone had always been the one more suited for the throne anyhow), and would just go along with his suggestions.
But for once, she wanted to.
Perhaps it was because Lesley was a far greater inspirer then he gave himself credit for, or maybe it was just because she had that glimpse of her sister who she had written off as dead, and wanted confirmation of the fact - whatever it was, Emilia wasn't sure. What she was certain of, was the fact that it was taking a huge amount of willpower to remain standing and waiting as Elias went through the motions of waking up, instead of turning tail and running. If she didn't ask, everything would still be in status quo, and she'd never have to be afraid of what may happen.
Yet that also meant she would never progress forward, and after almost two months of being stuck in the same position and growing tired of people whispering behind her back, Emilia really wanted some answers.
"I..." The girl had widened her eyes when Elias flicked his sheets, revealing far too much skin then Emilia was used to. Raised a proper princess with her father warning her many a time to ensure propriety was kept, Emilia instinctively looked away, and shook her head with a wooden laugh. "Funny Elias, but I... I really have something to ask you." And afraid that if she waited any later, she'd lose all courage. the girl internally said to herself, waiting for Elias to heed her words before she turned back to the man.
With her fists gripped by her sides, her heart going at a mile a minute, the young princess hesitated for one last second, before spitting her question out. "Is my sister around? I heard someone saw her. Is she not dead?"
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As someone who really didn't like nor want to make life difficult for anyone, Emilia generally was not confrontational at all. Perhaps that was why Elias had had such an easy time when it came to getting Emilia to go along with whatever plan he's had, or whatever next step he wants to take. Often, the brunette would simply take it as the truth that she simply didn't know better (Persephone had always been the one more suited for the throne anyhow), and would just go along with his suggestions.
But for once, she wanted to.
Perhaps it was because Lesley was a far greater inspirer then he gave himself credit for, or maybe it was just because she had that glimpse of her sister who she had written off as dead, and wanted confirmation of the fact - whatever it was, Emilia wasn't sure. What she was certain of, was the fact that it was taking a huge amount of willpower to remain standing and waiting as Elias went through the motions of waking up, instead of turning tail and running. If she didn't ask, everything would still be in status quo, and she'd never have to be afraid of what may happen.
Yet that also meant she would never progress forward, and after almost two months of being stuck in the same position and growing tired of people whispering behind her back, Emilia really wanted some answers.
"I..." The girl had widened her eyes when Elias flicked his sheets, revealing far too much skin then Emilia was used to. Raised a proper princess with her father warning her many a time to ensure propriety was kept, Emilia instinctively looked away, and shook her head with a wooden laugh. "Funny Elias, but I... I really have something to ask you." And afraid that if she waited any later, she'd lose all courage. the girl internally said to herself, waiting for Elias to heed her words before she turned back to the man.
With her fists gripped by her sides, her heart going at a mile a minute, the young princess hesitated for one last second, before spitting her question out. "Is my sister around? I heard someone saw her. Is she not dead?"
As someone who really didn't like nor want to make life difficult for anyone, Emilia generally was not confrontational at all. Perhaps that was why Elias had had such an easy time when it came to getting Emilia to go along with whatever plan he's had, or whatever next step he wants to take. Often, the brunette would simply take it as the truth that she simply didn't know better (Persephone had always been the one more suited for the throne anyhow), and would just go along with his suggestions.
But for once, she wanted to.
Perhaps it was because Lesley was a far greater inspirer then he gave himself credit for, or maybe it was just because she had that glimpse of her sister who she had written off as dead, and wanted confirmation of the fact - whatever it was, Emilia wasn't sure. What she was certain of, was the fact that it was taking a huge amount of willpower to remain standing and waiting as Elias went through the motions of waking up, instead of turning tail and running. If she didn't ask, everything would still be in status quo, and she'd never have to be afraid of what may happen.
Yet that also meant she would never progress forward, and after almost two months of being stuck in the same position and growing tired of people whispering behind her back, Emilia really wanted some answers.
"I..." The girl had widened her eyes when Elias flicked his sheets, revealing far too much skin then Emilia was used to. Raised a proper princess with her father warning her many a time to ensure propriety was kept, Emilia instinctively looked away, and shook her head with a wooden laugh. "Funny Elias, but I... I really have something to ask you." And afraid that if she waited any later, she'd lose all courage. the girl internally said to herself, waiting for Elias to heed her words before she turned back to the man.
With her fists gripped by her sides, her heart going at a mile a minute, the young princess hesitated for one last second, before spitting her question out. "Is my sister around? I heard someone saw her. Is she not dead?"