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Deep in the recesses of the Kotas manor are the servants quarters. They are finely made with hewn wooden floors, painted walls and perfunctory but well-made resources. The servants to the House of Kotas are not pampered or showered in luxuries, but instead given fine treatment in all that is considered necessary, to them. As most of the servants in the household are slaves, they live within the estate's walls in this separate wing of the manor. There, they live their lives as a satellite part of the royal world. They are even permitted to decorate their rooms as their own home would be, so long as they are kept in fine order and pristine cleanliness. The hallways are polished and seen to regularly and it really is quite a pleasant place to live. Except... in one of the corridors, seeping from beneath the door of one of the slave's bedchambers... blood leaks across the wooden floor...
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Deep in the recesses of the Kotas manor are the servants quarters. They are finely made with hewn wooden floors, painted walls and perfunctory but well-made resources. The servants to the House of Kotas are not pampered or showered in luxuries, but instead given fine treatment in all that is considered necessary, to them. As most of the servants in the household are slaves, they live within the estate's walls in this separate wing of the manor. There, they live their lives as a satellite part of the royal world. They are even permitted to decorate their rooms as their own home would be, so long as they are kept in fine order and pristine cleanliness. The hallways are polished and seen to regularly and it really is quite a pleasant place to live. Except... in one of the corridors, seeping from beneath the door of one of the slave's bedchambers... blood leaks across the wooden floor...
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Deep in the recesses of the Kotas manor are the servants quarters. They are finely made with hewn wooden floors, painted walls and perfunctory but well-made resources. The servants to the House of Kotas are not pampered or showered in luxuries, but instead given fine treatment in all that is considered necessary, to them. As most of the servants in the household are slaves, they live within the estate's walls in this separate wing of the manor. There, they live their lives as a satellite part of the royal world. They are even permitted to decorate their rooms as their own home would be, so long as they are kept in fine order and pristine cleanliness. The hallways are polished and seen to regularly and it really is quite a pleasant place to live. Except... in one of the corridors, seeping from beneath the door of one of the slave's bedchambers... blood leaks across the wooden floor...
Tythra did not like wasting time. She was a busy woman, made busier now that many of the men have gone off to war. To be left wandering for the servant that she had sent in search of one book that she knew was in the Kotas library was ridiculous. She had more pressing matters to attend to than wait for one slave. It was a new girl from the looks of it. Certainly not someone Tythra remembered when she had lived here, but there were so few of those people left anyhow.
Tythra sent a second slave off to fetch the book, but they returned stating it had already been picked up. This was ridiculous. Tythra was now looking for a scrawny little girl who went gods know where. Did she not thinking the Princess had important work to be done? Did she think this was simply a social visit to Yanni? Did she think this was meant to be light reading?
Tythra would have strong words to say about this slave whenever she find out where she was with her book. Instead of fetching another person to utterly fail her, Tythra went to the servants quarters, a place she rarely went. Her room was at the end of the hall she was told. Tythra would go to it and if she saw the girl in her room when she was sent on a task… well, a cold, calm fury would be had.
As Tythra walked down the halls she felt herself slip. Her feet skidded before she caught herself, hand slamming against the wall so she did not fall. Her guards rushed forward to help, but a soft hand stopped them.
“I’m fine,” was all she said. Her eyes glanced at the floor and saw scarlet liquid slowly seeping from a door.
Tythra stopped. All thoughts of the book and the girl immediately left her mind. Was that blood? In the Kotas manor? A million thoughts ran across Tythra’s mind at once. Was it suicide? Was it an assassination? Were the royal family in danger? She felt her heart squeeze. While most of the men were out of Colchis, this would be a perfect time to stage a battle and have the manor come toppling down. There were fewer soldiers in Colchis, and fewer men willing to fight to the death.
Tythra would not get ahead of herself. Her eyes went to her guards, “Unlock this door.” She commanded them. They moved to open the door, finding it wedged. They then rammed it with their shoulders. Tythra’s gaze left the door momentarily and instead looked down the hall as she called out in a loud voice, “Guards!” to any Kotas guards that may be able to hear. Should this be murdered, the royal family should be accounted for. After all, who knew how fresh this body was if it was indeed a human body behind the door. There could be an assassin somewhere in the manor, and who knew who could be next.
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Tythra did not like wasting time. She was a busy woman, made busier now that many of the men have gone off to war. To be left wandering for the servant that she had sent in search of one book that she knew was in the Kotas library was ridiculous. She had more pressing matters to attend to than wait for one slave. It was a new girl from the looks of it. Certainly not someone Tythra remembered when she had lived here, but there were so few of those people left anyhow.
Tythra sent a second slave off to fetch the book, but they returned stating it had already been picked up. This was ridiculous. Tythra was now looking for a scrawny little girl who went gods know where. Did she not thinking the Princess had important work to be done? Did she think this was simply a social visit to Yanni? Did she think this was meant to be light reading?
Tythra would have strong words to say about this slave whenever she find out where she was with her book. Instead of fetching another person to utterly fail her, Tythra went to the servants quarters, a place she rarely went. Her room was at the end of the hall she was told. Tythra would go to it and if she saw the girl in her room when she was sent on a task… well, a cold, calm fury would be had.
As Tythra walked down the halls she felt herself slip. Her feet skidded before she caught herself, hand slamming against the wall so she did not fall. Her guards rushed forward to help, but a soft hand stopped them.
“I’m fine,” was all she said. Her eyes glanced at the floor and saw scarlet liquid slowly seeping from a door.
Tythra stopped. All thoughts of the book and the girl immediately left her mind. Was that blood? In the Kotas manor? A million thoughts ran across Tythra’s mind at once. Was it suicide? Was it an assassination? Were the royal family in danger? She felt her heart squeeze. While most of the men were out of Colchis, this would be a perfect time to stage a battle and have the manor come toppling down. There were fewer soldiers in Colchis, and fewer men willing to fight to the death.
Tythra would not get ahead of herself. Her eyes went to her guards, “Unlock this door.” She commanded them. They moved to open the door, finding it wedged. They then rammed it with their shoulders. Tythra’s gaze left the door momentarily and instead looked down the hall as she called out in a loud voice, “Guards!” to any Kotas guards that may be able to hear. Should this be murdered, the royal family should be accounted for. After all, who knew how fresh this body was if it was indeed a human body behind the door. There could be an assassin somewhere in the manor, and who knew who could be next.
Tythra did not like wasting time. She was a busy woman, made busier now that many of the men have gone off to war. To be left wandering for the servant that she had sent in search of one book that she knew was in the Kotas library was ridiculous. She had more pressing matters to attend to than wait for one slave. It was a new girl from the looks of it. Certainly not someone Tythra remembered when she had lived here, but there were so few of those people left anyhow.
Tythra sent a second slave off to fetch the book, but they returned stating it had already been picked up. This was ridiculous. Tythra was now looking for a scrawny little girl who went gods know where. Did she not thinking the Princess had important work to be done? Did she think this was simply a social visit to Yanni? Did she think this was meant to be light reading?
Tythra would have strong words to say about this slave whenever she find out where she was with her book. Instead of fetching another person to utterly fail her, Tythra went to the servants quarters, a place she rarely went. Her room was at the end of the hall she was told. Tythra would go to it and if she saw the girl in her room when she was sent on a task… well, a cold, calm fury would be had.
As Tythra walked down the halls she felt herself slip. Her feet skidded before she caught herself, hand slamming against the wall so she did not fall. Her guards rushed forward to help, but a soft hand stopped them.
“I’m fine,” was all she said. Her eyes glanced at the floor and saw scarlet liquid slowly seeping from a door.
Tythra stopped. All thoughts of the book and the girl immediately left her mind. Was that blood? In the Kotas manor? A million thoughts ran across Tythra’s mind at once. Was it suicide? Was it an assassination? Were the royal family in danger? She felt her heart squeeze. While most of the men were out of Colchis, this would be a perfect time to stage a battle and have the manor come toppling down. There were fewer soldiers in Colchis, and fewer men willing to fight to the death.
Tythra would not get ahead of herself. Her eyes went to her guards, “Unlock this door.” She commanded them. They moved to open the door, finding it wedged. They then rammed it with their shoulders. Tythra’s gaze left the door momentarily and instead looked down the hall as she called out in a loud voice, “Guards!” to any Kotas guards that may be able to hear. Should this be murdered, the royal family should be accounted for. After all, who knew how fresh this body was if it was indeed a human body behind the door. There could be an assassin somewhere in the manor, and who knew who could be next.
While Evras was on strict instructions for bedrest, the physician had also advised that perhaps a short walk once a week, no longer then ten minutes would also be beneficial. Afterall, sitting around all day would surely anger the Gods, and Evras had asked if she could possibly head over to the altar in the Kotas manor to pay respects to the Gods, especially to Hera and Hestia for the safe birth of her child. It may be many months yet before the child would see the world, but Evras was taking no chances.
Heading towards the doors to head out to the small building where respects to the Gods could be paid without making the trip to the temples, Evras had just about reached the foyer when a loud cry of 'Guards!' made her pause, and a frown reached her eyes as she turned to look in the direction of the voice. The servant quarters? No servant she knew would daringly shout that way, and as Evras sifted her mind for the owner of the voice, she could roughly place it as one of the three Drakos ladies.
Plus, it didn't help that the voice which had summoned the guards now rushing towards the servants quarters had sounded urgent - which meant something had occured. With two bodies found in a short month, the anxiety in Evras suddenly grew, and she lay a hand over the light swell of her four month pregnant belly hidden under the simple mauve chiton she wore. Her hair was simply braided and left over her shoulders, leaving much of her vision unobstructed as thoughts of offering prayers dissipated, her curiosity leading her towards the servant's quarters where the guards had disappeared to.
Heading downwards, perhaps the first person who drew her attention was Tythra. While she knew the Drakos matriarch likely did not have much favor for her, the sister to the King had at least always treated her cordially, and in return Evras did the same, not wishing to create more bad blood then what was already existing with her family's reputation.
"Princess Tythra, wha-" she had started, but her attention on Tythra was quickly distracted when the smell of metallic blood hit her nose, and in a quick moment, Evras couldn't help but take a step back, her hand covering her mouth as bile raised at the back of her throat. She was not one prone to vapors or reacted badly to blood or bodies - it wasn't an abnormal sight, at least to Evras. With two sisters who dabbled with herbs and medicinal properties of animal parts, as well as married into a family where military comes first, discussions of blood and body parts were normal.
But perhaps this reaction was due to the fact that she now carried a babe in her belly, and that she had been cooped up in a room on a bed for close to two weeks now. This was the first time she had left the bedchambers she had been restricted to ever since she had made the unapproved trip to attend the short court session ever since the men had left the shores of Colchis to head to Egypt, and her olfactory senses hadn't even had the chance to get used to the elements outside, much less freshly spilled blood.
Evras could only watch the guards as they tried to move forward to shoulder the door opened, wedged shut as it was. The dark-haired wife to the second prince only managed to back away slowly, suddenly very much wishing she had instead chosen to stay abed instead of choosing today to use up her weekly allowance to walk to the altar of the Gods.
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While Evras was on strict instructions for bedrest, the physician had also advised that perhaps a short walk once a week, no longer then ten minutes would also be beneficial. Afterall, sitting around all day would surely anger the Gods, and Evras had asked if she could possibly head over to the altar in the Kotas manor to pay respects to the Gods, especially to Hera and Hestia for the safe birth of her child. It may be many months yet before the child would see the world, but Evras was taking no chances.
Heading towards the doors to head out to the small building where respects to the Gods could be paid without making the trip to the temples, Evras had just about reached the foyer when a loud cry of 'Guards!' made her pause, and a frown reached her eyes as she turned to look in the direction of the voice. The servant quarters? No servant she knew would daringly shout that way, and as Evras sifted her mind for the owner of the voice, she could roughly place it as one of the three Drakos ladies.
Plus, it didn't help that the voice which had summoned the guards now rushing towards the servants quarters had sounded urgent - which meant something had occured. With two bodies found in a short month, the anxiety in Evras suddenly grew, and she lay a hand over the light swell of her four month pregnant belly hidden under the simple mauve chiton she wore. Her hair was simply braided and left over her shoulders, leaving much of her vision unobstructed as thoughts of offering prayers dissipated, her curiosity leading her towards the servant's quarters where the guards had disappeared to.
Heading downwards, perhaps the first person who drew her attention was Tythra. While she knew the Drakos matriarch likely did not have much favor for her, the sister to the King had at least always treated her cordially, and in return Evras did the same, not wishing to create more bad blood then what was already existing with her family's reputation.
"Princess Tythra, wha-" she had started, but her attention on Tythra was quickly distracted when the smell of metallic blood hit her nose, and in a quick moment, Evras couldn't help but take a step back, her hand covering her mouth as bile raised at the back of her throat. She was not one prone to vapors or reacted badly to blood or bodies - it wasn't an abnormal sight, at least to Evras. With two sisters who dabbled with herbs and medicinal properties of animal parts, as well as married into a family where military comes first, discussions of blood and body parts were normal.
But perhaps this reaction was due to the fact that she now carried a babe in her belly, and that she had been cooped up in a room on a bed for close to two weeks now. This was the first time she had left the bedchambers she had been restricted to ever since she had made the unapproved trip to attend the short court session ever since the men had left the shores of Colchis to head to Egypt, and her olfactory senses hadn't even had the chance to get used to the elements outside, much less freshly spilled blood.
Evras could only watch the guards as they tried to move forward to shoulder the door opened, wedged shut as it was. The dark-haired wife to the second prince only managed to back away slowly, suddenly very much wishing she had instead chosen to stay abed instead of choosing today to use up her weekly allowance to walk to the altar of the Gods.
While Evras was on strict instructions for bedrest, the physician had also advised that perhaps a short walk once a week, no longer then ten minutes would also be beneficial. Afterall, sitting around all day would surely anger the Gods, and Evras had asked if she could possibly head over to the altar in the Kotas manor to pay respects to the Gods, especially to Hera and Hestia for the safe birth of her child. It may be many months yet before the child would see the world, but Evras was taking no chances.
Heading towards the doors to head out to the small building where respects to the Gods could be paid without making the trip to the temples, Evras had just about reached the foyer when a loud cry of 'Guards!' made her pause, and a frown reached her eyes as she turned to look in the direction of the voice. The servant quarters? No servant she knew would daringly shout that way, and as Evras sifted her mind for the owner of the voice, she could roughly place it as one of the three Drakos ladies.
Plus, it didn't help that the voice which had summoned the guards now rushing towards the servants quarters had sounded urgent - which meant something had occured. With two bodies found in a short month, the anxiety in Evras suddenly grew, and she lay a hand over the light swell of her four month pregnant belly hidden under the simple mauve chiton she wore. Her hair was simply braided and left over her shoulders, leaving much of her vision unobstructed as thoughts of offering prayers dissipated, her curiosity leading her towards the servant's quarters where the guards had disappeared to.
Heading downwards, perhaps the first person who drew her attention was Tythra. While she knew the Drakos matriarch likely did not have much favor for her, the sister to the King had at least always treated her cordially, and in return Evras did the same, not wishing to create more bad blood then what was already existing with her family's reputation.
"Princess Tythra, wha-" she had started, but her attention on Tythra was quickly distracted when the smell of metallic blood hit her nose, and in a quick moment, Evras couldn't help but take a step back, her hand covering her mouth as bile raised at the back of her throat. She was not one prone to vapors or reacted badly to blood or bodies - it wasn't an abnormal sight, at least to Evras. With two sisters who dabbled with herbs and medicinal properties of animal parts, as well as married into a family where military comes first, discussions of blood and body parts were normal.
But perhaps this reaction was due to the fact that she now carried a babe in her belly, and that she had been cooped up in a room on a bed for close to two weeks now. This was the first time she had left the bedchambers she had been restricted to ever since she had made the unapproved trip to attend the short court session ever since the men had left the shores of Colchis to head to Egypt, and her olfactory senses hadn't even had the chance to get used to the elements outside, much less freshly spilled blood.
Evras could only watch the guards as they tried to move forward to shoulder the door opened, wedged shut as it was. The dark-haired wife to the second prince only managed to back away slowly, suddenly very much wishing she had instead chosen to stay abed instead of choosing today to use up her weekly allowance to walk to the altar of the Gods.
Perhaps if Tythra was as crazed as some of the courtiers, she would see the arrival of Evras as suspicious. Of course, a Thanasi would show up where there was blood pooled on the ground. But as much as Tythra may dislike their family, especially their head who was as true an embodiment of a snake as Tythra was to a dragon, she could not call them idiots. Should Evras had been responsible she wouldn’t just stumble here and pretend to be shocked, stepping back from the pool on the ground. Tythra had zero reasons to believe it was Evras who was responsible, even if the Thanasi were typically far from innocent.
As such Tythra stepped back too and put an arm out in front of Evras in a protective manner. She sought to block Evras’s vision with her body so that she would not have to see what was in the other side of the door. The girl looked revulsed, and a sick Princess would do no one any good. Tythra, however, kept her eyes on the door as the guards continued to throw their shoulder into it. It shook with the impact, shaking each time.
“Go on, together now.” Princess Tythra commanded in her strong, even voice. More guards backed up throwing their shoulder into the door simultaneously. The shaking increased and the wood was splintering. With more and more force put into it, the door got ever closer to coming all the way down.
Footsteps could be heard running down the hall as more guards arrived from elsewhere in the manor. The sounds of the attempt to kick in the door must have alerted them to the scene. Tythra did not hesitate, once more throwing out an order as only the Princess of Colchis and Head of Drakos could, “Go check on Queen Yanni and her children. And summon Master Magnus.” There was no hesitation to the guards, as she expected. They turned heel and followed her commands.
The door looked to be almost off its hinges now. So Princess Tythra turned her back to it, and put two comforting, motherly hands on the tops of Evras’s arms. “Evras, my dear, if the blood is making you or the babe revulsed, perhaps it best to retire back to your room. Take guards with you.” This was not an order, but a suggestion. Should she swoon, or vomit, that may tamper with an investigation that was sure to be had. Even if there was no body on the other side of the door, blood had somehow appeared. Whether it human or animal, it should not be spilled in the halls of the Kotas manor.
Tythra gave a friendly squeeze to Evras’s forearms before returning her attention to the door. One more hit. Two more hits. The guards backed all the way up and on the third, the door came crashing down. Tythra did not avert her gaze not even for a second. She remained steady as she saw…
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Perhaps if Tythra was as crazed as some of the courtiers, she would see the arrival of Evras as suspicious. Of course, a Thanasi would show up where there was blood pooled on the ground. But as much as Tythra may dislike their family, especially their head who was as true an embodiment of a snake as Tythra was to a dragon, she could not call them idiots. Should Evras had been responsible she wouldn’t just stumble here and pretend to be shocked, stepping back from the pool on the ground. Tythra had zero reasons to believe it was Evras who was responsible, even if the Thanasi were typically far from innocent.
As such Tythra stepped back too and put an arm out in front of Evras in a protective manner. She sought to block Evras’s vision with her body so that she would not have to see what was in the other side of the door. The girl looked revulsed, and a sick Princess would do no one any good. Tythra, however, kept her eyes on the door as the guards continued to throw their shoulder into it. It shook with the impact, shaking each time.
“Go on, together now.” Princess Tythra commanded in her strong, even voice. More guards backed up throwing their shoulder into the door simultaneously. The shaking increased and the wood was splintering. With more and more force put into it, the door got ever closer to coming all the way down.
Footsteps could be heard running down the hall as more guards arrived from elsewhere in the manor. The sounds of the attempt to kick in the door must have alerted them to the scene. Tythra did not hesitate, once more throwing out an order as only the Princess of Colchis and Head of Drakos could, “Go check on Queen Yanni and her children. And summon Master Magnus.” There was no hesitation to the guards, as she expected. They turned heel and followed her commands.
The door looked to be almost off its hinges now. So Princess Tythra turned her back to it, and put two comforting, motherly hands on the tops of Evras’s arms. “Evras, my dear, if the blood is making you or the babe revulsed, perhaps it best to retire back to your room. Take guards with you.” This was not an order, but a suggestion. Should she swoon, or vomit, that may tamper with an investigation that was sure to be had. Even if there was no body on the other side of the door, blood had somehow appeared. Whether it human or animal, it should not be spilled in the halls of the Kotas manor.
Tythra gave a friendly squeeze to Evras’s forearms before returning her attention to the door. One more hit. Two more hits. The guards backed all the way up and on the third, the door came crashing down. Tythra did not avert her gaze not even for a second. She remained steady as she saw…
Perhaps if Tythra was as crazed as some of the courtiers, she would see the arrival of Evras as suspicious. Of course, a Thanasi would show up where there was blood pooled on the ground. But as much as Tythra may dislike their family, especially their head who was as true an embodiment of a snake as Tythra was to a dragon, she could not call them idiots. Should Evras had been responsible she wouldn’t just stumble here and pretend to be shocked, stepping back from the pool on the ground. Tythra had zero reasons to believe it was Evras who was responsible, even if the Thanasi were typically far from innocent.
As such Tythra stepped back too and put an arm out in front of Evras in a protective manner. She sought to block Evras’s vision with her body so that she would not have to see what was in the other side of the door. The girl looked revulsed, and a sick Princess would do no one any good. Tythra, however, kept her eyes on the door as the guards continued to throw their shoulder into it. It shook with the impact, shaking each time.
“Go on, together now.” Princess Tythra commanded in her strong, even voice. More guards backed up throwing their shoulder into the door simultaneously. The shaking increased and the wood was splintering. With more and more force put into it, the door got ever closer to coming all the way down.
Footsteps could be heard running down the hall as more guards arrived from elsewhere in the manor. The sounds of the attempt to kick in the door must have alerted them to the scene. Tythra did not hesitate, once more throwing out an order as only the Princess of Colchis and Head of Drakos could, “Go check on Queen Yanni and her children. And summon Master Magnus.” There was no hesitation to the guards, as she expected. They turned heel and followed her commands.
The door looked to be almost off its hinges now. So Princess Tythra turned her back to it, and put two comforting, motherly hands on the tops of Evras’s arms. “Evras, my dear, if the blood is making you or the babe revulsed, perhaps it best to retire back to your room. Take guards with you.” This was not an order, but a suggestion. Should she swoon, or vomit, that may tamper with an investigation that was sure to be had. Even if there was no body on the other side of the door, blood had somehow appeared. Whether it human or animal, it should not be spilled in the halls of the Kotas manor.
Tythra gave a friendly squeeze to Evras’s forearms before returning her attention to the door. One more hit. Two more hits. The guards backed all the way up and on the third, the door came crashing down. Tythra did not avert her gaze not even for a second. She remained steady as she saw…
Yanni was in her room, the worrying feeling in her stomach had been at it’s worst that morning, and she was concerned for what it might meant. She was a woman who had always followed her gut instinct, and her instinct had never let her down now. So of course waking up with this feeling of dread had been awful. As such, she had decided to linger in her room longer, or rather the room she stayed in when her husband was gone. She could not bring herself to stay in their shared room, sleep in their bed without him there. And so while he was away, Yanni had always moved herself to this room.
She had been pacing the room when there was frantic knocking on her door, a voice calling for her urgently. She frowned and headed for the door, pulling it open to see one of the family guards standing there. He looked relieved to see her standing there.
“My lady, I am glad you are safe. There’s been a murder in the slaves quarters.” He stated and she frowned, though there was a bit of relief. Perhaps that had been what her dread was about, perhaps her husband and sons were still safe, at least for now.
She immediately pushed past the guard and headed towards the slave quarters, the guards that had been sent to find her quickly followed behind her as she went.
She descended down the stairs, her face a guise of stone as she refused to show concern or anything of the sort.
“Summon Magnus.” She said lowly to one of the guards, before she approached her sister in law and daughter in law.
“Tythra, what’s going on here?” She asked, wondering if the woman would have a better idea of what was going on. The blood was evident, but she did not see a point in approaching the scene, she would not know what to look for. Magnus would.
“You sent guards for me, have you done the same for Zanon and Athanasia?” She asked, thinking that her sister in law would likely have already done so, but the Queen wanted to be sure.
“Protect the body until Magnus arrives.” She commanded some guards quickly before turning to another group who were gathered.
“Close and lock everything down. No one leaves or enters without my permission. If anyone is caught on the grounds who should not be here, they are to be detained immediately and I am to be informed.” She commanded.
Now that she was satisfied with her commands, her attentions turned to Evras.
“I must insist you return to your bed. It is not good for you and the baby to be at such a scene, physically and spiritually.” She said, her voice a lot softer than when she had spoken to the guards earlier. Evras looked sick, and she could imagine with the sensitivities of pregnancy, the smell of the blood in the area would be even worse.
Yanni couldn’t believe that this was happening, and in her own house. Who ever did this would face extreme punishment, Yanni was not in the mood for leniency of any kind.
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Yanni was in her room, the worrying feeling in her stomach had been at it’s worst that morning, and she was concerned for what it might meant. She was a woman who had always followed her gut instinct, and her instinct had never let her down now. So of course waking up with this feeling of dread had been awful. As such, she had decided to linger in her room longer, or rather the room she stayed in when her husband was gone. She could not bring herself to stay in their shared room, sleep in their bed without him there. And so while he was away, Yanni had always moved herself to this room.
She had been pacing the room when there was frantic knocking on her door, a voice calling for her urgently. She frowned and headed for the door, pulling it open to see one of the family guards standing there. He looked relieved to see her standing there.
“My lady, I am glad you are safe. There’s been a murder in the slaves quarters.” He stated and she frowned, though there was a bit of relief. Perhaps that had been what her dread was about, perhaps her husband and sons were still safe, at least for now.
She immediately pushed past the guard and headed towards the slave quarters, the guards that had been sent to find her quickly followed behind her as she went.
She descended down the stairs, her face a guise of stone as she refused to show concern or anything of the sort.
“Summon Magnus.” She said lowly to one of the guards, before she approached her sister in law and daughter in law.
“Tythra, what’s going on here?” She asked, wondering if the woman would have a better idea of what was going on. The blood was evident, but she did not see a point in approaching the scene, she would not know what to look for. Magnus would.
“You sent guards for me, have you done the same for Zanon and Athanasia?” She asked, thinking that her sister in law would likely have already done so, but the Queen wanted to be sure.
“Protect the body until Magnus arrives.” She commanded some guards quickly before turning to another group who were gathered.
“Close and lock everything down. No one leaves or enters without my permission. If anyone is caught on the grounds who should not be here, they are to be detained immediately and I am to be informed.” She commanded.
Now that she was satisfied with her commands, her attentions turned to Evras.
“I must insist you return to your bed. It is not good for you and the baby to be at such a scene, physically and spiritually.” She said, her voice a lot softer than when she had spoken to the guards earlier. Evras looked sick, and she could imagine with the sensitivities of pregnancy, the smell of the blood in the area would be even worse.
Yanni couldn’t believe that this was happening, and in her own house. Who ever did this would face extreme punishment, Yanni was not in the mood for leniency of any kind.
Yanni was in her room, the worrying feeling in her stomach had been at it’s worst that morning, and she was concerned for what it might meant. She was a woman who had always followed her gut instinct, and her instinct had never let her down now. So of course waking up with this feeling of dread had been awful. As such, she had decided to linger in her room longer, or rather the room she stayed in when her husband was gone. She could not bring herself to stay in their shared room, sleep in their bed without him there. And so while he was away, Yanni had always moved herself to this room.
She had been pacing the room when there was frantic knocking on her door, a voice calling for her urgently. She frowned and headed for the door, pulling it open to see one of the family guards standing there. He looked relieved to see her standing there.
“My lady, I am glad you are safe. There’s been a murder in the slaves quarters.” He stated and she frowned, though there was a bit of relief. Perhaps that had been what her dread was about, perhaps her husband and sons were still safe, at least for now.
She immediately pushed past the guard and headed towards the slave quarters, the guards that had been sent to find her quickly followed behind her as she went.
She descended down the stairs, her face a guise of stone as she refused to show concern or anything of the sort.
“Summon Magnus.” She said lowly to one of the guards, before she approached her sister in law and daughter in law.
“Tythra, what’s going on here?” She asked, wondering if the woman would have a better idea of what was going on. The blood was evident, but she did not see a point in approaching the scene, she would not know what to look for. Magnus would.
“You sent guards for me, have you done the same for Zanon and Athanasia?” She asked, thinking that her sister in law would likely have already done so, but the Queen wanted to be sure.
“Protect the body until Magnus arrives.” She commanded some guards quickly before turning to another group who were gathered.
“Close and lock everything down. No one leaves or enters without my permission. If anyone is caught on the grounds who should not be here, they are to be detained immediately and I am to be informed.” She commanded.
Now that she was satisfied with her commands, her attentions turned to Evras.
“I must insist you return to your bed. It is not good for you and the baby to be at such a scene, physically and spiritually.” She said, her voice a lot softer than when she had spoken to the guards earlier. Evras looked sick, and she could imagine with the sensitivities of pregnancy, the smell of the blood in the area would be even worse.
Yanni couldn’t believe that this was happening, and in her own house. Who ever did this would face extreme punishment, Yanni was not in the mood for leniency of any kind.
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The nobles of the Kotas household are startled as the crimson blood seeps beneath the door of one of their servants' quarters. As and when the wooden door is pushed open, it scuffs upon the thick, congealed substance and smears it along the marble flooring.
Inside the room, there is little of great consequence to be seen. No destroyed chamber, no evidence of some grand fight. There is no occult murder, no grotesque message to be had in the corpse that lays within. Unlike other committed sins in the lands of the Kirakles Isles, this one appears to be so very simple. Yet, it holds a darker and more significant impact upon the world of Colchis...
In the middle of the room, splayed across the floor is @ariah. Laying as if broken on the tile, arms sprawled awkwardly at her sides without care or attention and her legs folded over one another, she looks as if she has simply fallen backward upon the floor. But the blood does not issue from her head or from any injuries of a fall - for there are none. Instead, she lays on her back, one hand outstretched and fingers lax around the handle of a knife. Down both of her wrists lie deep gashes, designed to take her own life and summon those within the house to the crimson calling card that had broken beneath the edge of the door. Her fingers are stained red and the pool beneath her slowly soaks into her white night gown.
Ariah's eyes are glassy and her skin long since cool. Her mouth lies slightly open but no breath can be heard from her lungs. That does not, however, mean that she doesn't have something to say... For on the small desk to one side of the room lies a rolled piece of parchment. There is no seal or tie. It holds its tubular shape through habit alone. Waiting for someone to unravel the last words of @ariah.
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The nobles of the Kotas household are startled as the crimson blood seeps beneath the door of one of their servants' quarters. As and when the wooden door is pushed open, it scuffs upon the thick, congealed substance and smears it along the marble flooring.
Inside the room, there is little of great consequence to be seen. No destroyed chamber, no evidence of some grand fight. There is no occult murder, no grotesque message to be had in the corpse that lays within. Unlike other committed sins in the lands of the Kirakles Isles, this one appears to be so very simple. Yet, it holds a darker and more significant impact upon the world of Colchis...
In the middle of the room, splayed across the floor is @ariah. Laying as if broken on the tile, arms sprawled awkwardly at her sides without care or attention and her legs folded over one another, she looks as if she has simply fallen backward upon the floor. But the blood does not issue from her head or from any injuries of a fall - for there are none. Instead, she lays on her back, one hand outstretched and fingers lax around the handle of a knife. Down both of her wrists lie deep gashes, designed to take her own life and summon those within the house to the crimson calling card that had broken beneath the edge of the door. Her fingers are stained red and the pool beneath her slowly soaks into her white night gown.
Ariah's eyes are glassy and her skin long since cool. Her mouth lies slightly open but no breath can be heard from her lungs. That does not, however, mean that she doesn't have something to say... For on the small desk to one side of the room lies a rolled piece of parchment. There is no seal or tie. It holds its tubular shape through habit alone. Waiting for someone to unravel the last words of @ariah.
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The nobles of the Kotas household are startled as the crimson blood seeps beneath the door of one of their servants' quarters. As and when the wooden door is pushed open, it scuffs upon the thick, congealed substance and smears it along the marble flooring.
Inside the room, there is little of great consequence to be seen. No destroyed chamber, no evidence of some grand fight. There is no occult murder, no grotesque message to be had in the corpse that lays within. Unlike other committed sins in the lands of the Kirakles Isles, this one appears to be so very simple. Yet, it holds a darker and more significant impact upon the world of Colchis...
In the middle of the room, splayed across the floor is @ariah. Laying as if broken on the tile, arms sprawled awkwardly at her sides without care or attention and her legs folded over one another, she looks as if she has simply fallen backward upon the floor. But the blood does not issue from her head or from any injuries of a fall - for there are none. Instead, she lays on her back, one hand outstretched and fingers lax around the handle of a knife. Down both of her wrists lie deep gashes, designed to take her own life and summon those within the house to the crimson calling card that had broken beneath the edge of the door. Her fingers are stained red and the pool beneath her slowly soaks into her white night gown.
Ariah's eyes are glassy and her skin long since cool. Her mouth lies slightly open but no breath can be heard from her lungs. That does not, however, mean that she doesn't have something to say... For on the small desk to one side of the room lies a rolled piece of parchment. There is no seal or tie. It holds its tubular shape through habit alone. Waiting for someone to unravel the last words of @ariah.
“Of course I did, Yanni. And I, as well, have sent for Magnus.” Tythra said as the door finally completely opened. The body was… appalling. Wrists slashed a sign of suicide. Guards surged in to protect the body, though she assumed there would not be much to say. Tythra took the time to also step into the room as the Queen talked to the Princess. She took the time to survey the area.
What she found was a letter. A quick skimming of the note was enough to make Tythra’s blood run cold. A proper lady is cool, calm, and collected. A proper lady is cool, calm, and collected. A proper lady is… Over and over again Tythra repeated her mother’s words, keeping her face still as she quickly, before she could be noticed, stowed the letter away on her person. She felt the rough parchment on her skin, but it would be best if no one saw this… for now.
Tythra felt sick. Words on paper did not mean that Zanon is guilty, but a dead girl’s last words did not make him innocent either. Tythra could scantly believe her nephew would be capable of such a crime, and for what? The throne?
The throne.
Before Tythra did not associate a body with the Thanasi. But should Vangelis die, it would be Zanon, the accused, and his Thanasi wife as the monarchs of Colchis. And Tythra would never allow that to happen. The Thanasi had no right to that claim and… gods, they could have influenced Zanon too.
Don’t get ahead of yourself, Tythra. Believe in the Kotas… your family… She mustn’t move without evidence. Which meant the two women here, Evras and Yanni, should not see the letters that were written. For how would either react? Evras or her sisters could be guilty for influencing the Prince to murder or… Yanni’s son could have done a terrible thing.
A proper lady is cool, calm, and collected. Tythra’s eyes flickered down to the body. She wanted to see evidence somewhere of a battle. Bruises hidden beneath clothes, a gash originally unseen. Anything that could be used to immediately prove her nephew’s innocence. Anything at all…
“Yanni, it is improper for any of us to be here.” Tythra finally spoke. Her voice carried the same confidence that it would typically, but it was grave and serious. Her eyes never left the body. The girl looked so pathetic, so broken. If it were true, and Prince Zanon had gone down this terrible road… she must have known no one would listen to the words of a slave unless her corpse came with it. She accused the Prince of treason and died doing so.
And who did Tythra protect, the Prince at war or the one that is home? With the men out to sea, can the kingdom truly handle a scandal beyond any they have seen before?
“We should leave. And give Master Magnus room to do his job.” Leave so Tythra could decide to burn this letter… or share it.
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“Of course I did, Yanni. And I, as well, have sent for Magnus.” Tythra said as the door finally completely opened. The body was… appalling. Wrists slashed a sign of suicide. Guards surged in to protect the body, though she assumed there would not be much to say. Tythra took the time to also step into the room as the Queen talked to the Princess. She took the time to survey the area.
What she found was a letter. A quick skimming of the note was enough to make Tythra’s blood run cold. A proper lady is cool, calm, and collected. A proper lady is cool, calm, and collected. A proper lady is… Over and over again Tythra repeated her mother’s words, keeping her face still as she quickly, before she could be noticed, stowed the letter away on her person. She felt the rough parchment on her skin, but it would be best if no one saw this… for now.
Tythra felt sick. Words on paper did not mean that Zanon is guilty, but a dead girl’s last words did not make him innocent either. Tythra could scantly believe her nephew would be capable of such a crime, and for what? The throne?
The throne.
Before Tythra did not associate a body with the Thanasi. But should Vangelis die, it would be Zanon, the accused, and his Thanasi wife as the monarchs of Colchis. And Tythra would never allow that to happen. The Thanasi had no right to that claim and… gods, they could have influenced Zanon too.
Don’t get ahead of yourself, Tythra. Believe in the Kotas… your family… She mustn’t move without evidence. Which meant the two women here, Evras and Yanni, should not see the letters that were written. For how would either react? Evras or her sisters could be guilty for influencing the Prince to murder or… Yanni’s son could have done a terrible thing.
A proper lady is cool, calm, and collected. Tythra’s eyes flickered down to the body. She wanted to see evidence somewhere of a battle. Bruises hidden beneath clothes, a gash originally unseen. Anything that could be used to immediately prove her nephew’s innocence. Anything at all…
“Yanni, it is improper for any of us to be here.” Tythra finally spoke. Her voice carried the same confidence that it would typically, but it was grave and serious. Her eyes never left the body. The girl looked so pathetic, so broken. If it were true, and Prince Zanon had gone down this terrible road… she must have known no one would listen to the words of a slave unless her corpse came with it. She accused the Prince of treason and died doing so.
And who did Tythra protect, the Prince at war or the one that is home? With the men out to sea, can the kingdom truly handle a scandal beyond any they have seen before?
“We should leave. And give Master Magnus room to do his job.” Leave so Tythra could decide to burn this letter… or share it.
“Of course I did, Yanni. And I, as well, have sent for Magnus.” Tythra said as the door finally completely opened. The body was… appalling. Wrists slashed a sign of suicide. Guards surged in to protect the body, though she assumed there would not be much to say. Tythra took the time to also step into the room as the Queen talked to the Princess. She took the time to survey the area.
What she found was a letter. A quick skimming of the note was enough to make Tythra’s blood run cold. A proper lady is cool, calm, and collected. A proper lady is cool, calm, and collected. A proper lady is… Over and over again Tythra repeated her mother’s words, keeping her face still as she quickly, before she could be noticed, stowed the letter away on her person. She felt the rough parchment on her skin, but it would be best if no one saw this… for now.
Tythra felt sick. Words on paper did not mean that Zanon is guilty, but a dead girl’s last words did not make him innocent either. Tythra could scantly believe her nephew would be capable of such a crime, and for what? The throne?
The throne.
Before Tythra did not associate a body with the Thanasi. But should Vangelis die, it would be Zanon, the accused, and his Thanasi wife as the monarchs of Colchis. And Tythra would never allow that to happen. The Thanasi had no right to that claim and… gods, they could have influenced Zanon too.
Don’t get ahead of yourself, Tythra. Believe in the Kotas… your family… She mustn’t move without evidence. Which meant the two women here, Evras and Yanni, should not see the letters that were written. For how would either react? Evras or her sisters could be guilty for influencing the Prince to murder or… Yanni’s son could have done a terrible thing.
A proper lady is cool, calm, and collected. Tythra’s eyes flickered down to the body. She wanted to see evidence somewhere of a battle. Bruises hidden beneath clothes, a gash originally unseen. Anything that could be used to immediately prove her nephew’s innocence. Anything at all…
“Yanni, it is improper for any of us to be here.” Tythra finally spoke. Her voice carried the same confidence that it would typically, but it was grave and serious. Her eyes never left the body. The girl looked so pathetic, so broken. If it were true, and Prince Zanon had gone down this terrible road… she must have known no one would listen to the words of a slave unless her corpse came with it. She accused the Prince of treason and died doing so.
And who did Tythra protect, the Prince at war or the one that is home? With the men out to sea, can the kingdom truly handle a scandal beyond any they have seen before?
“We should leave. And give Master Magnus room to do his job.” Leave so Tythra could decide to burn this letter… or share it.
Periella’s mind wasn’t what it used to be.
Even though she had no full grasp on how far gone she really was, the baroness of Eubocris was not blind to this simple truth. Things would not be where she thought she left them. The names of servants that have been with the family for decades escaped her. More often than not, she would find herself in a room that she didn’t remember entering, completely unable to recall why she had been there in the first place. It was beyond frustrating, borderline maddening. After all, she had called this Midas estate home for the last thirty years. She had raised three boys in these halls, not to mention the numerous cousins that had been in and out of her home as if they too were her children. If anyone would know this home inside and out, it would be her. So, having these little things happen was enough to drive her up the walls, leaving her more confused and dazed than she had been in the first place as she gripped onto the few threads of sanity she had left.
But what was the most heartbreaking part of all of this was that Periella did not have the faintest clue how bad her condition truly was. Even though these little things were a clear sign that her mental state was in decline, the full reality of how poor things were was whenever Periella asked about Nicomedes. She could not comprehend that her eldest boy, her absolute pride and joy with the features of his father and temperament that came from her, was dead. It never failed to escape her that her precious son had died unexpectedly two years ago. She had seen it too and in an odd sort of way it haunted her, but the memory of it? It was either long-locked away or forgotten. No one around knew and none of those who knew the truth were cruel enough to try and discover which one it was. This meant on her good days, where her mind was as clear and bright as it had been for the last fifty-one years, she merely thought that the year was 674. Nico was alive and in good health as he took on the mantle that he was raised for by serving as a baron like his father before him. She could only hope that Nicomedes made Amaxius proud.
On her bad days though… these were the ones that tore the family in two. It was on these occasions that her mind would regress even further and leave her trapped in the past. Mostly of when her boys were younger and Periella always had to be on the lookout for the trouble they caused. More often than not, she couldn’t even recognize her own sons when he found her wandering through the halls. After all, Timaeus and Silanos were just boys. They couldn’t be the men standing before her asking her silly questions about what she was doing and if she was okay. They had to be guards or Amaxius’s brother. That’s all, right?
Today was one of those bad days.
They had been happening far more frequently since her two remaining boys had sailed off to war and now all of her children were completely absent from her halls. She didn’t know the caretakers, stewards, and cousins left behind in their stead and so her mind tried to fill in the gaps of where her children had gone. Through a complicated series of false memories about the date and several guards who didn’t really know what to say to the baroness who was adamant about heading into the heart of the upper levels, Periella had traveled to the Kotas manor in search of her boys. This made the most sense in her addled brain about where all the men in her family could be. The second and fourth princes were the same ages as her two eldest boys. It wasn’t that outlandish of a thought to think that Amaxius had simply gathered everyone up and brought them there for some sort of impromptu training session that would also work as a playdate of sorts. That had to be where all the men had gone right?
Despite the fact that she was terribly wrong as she was thinking of this entire generation of grown men who were currently sailing across the Aegean sea as little more than mere children, there was no way for guards outside to know that the Baroness of Eubocris was having another memory spell. They saw no issue of letting her through as the orders to lock down the Archontiko would not come for a few more minutes. Having no escort to guide her and the faintest false memory of sending off a servant to fetch her husband, but was taking far too long, Periella saw no issue in moving through the grounds to find them herself. Surely, it would be no issue. Her boys had to be around here somewhere.
Needless to say, it became an issue when Queen Yanni gave the order that locked down the entire estate and instructed her guards to inform her if anyone was on the grounds who did not belong there. Unfortunately, this included Lady Periella.
The guards that had found her wandering the grounds were sympathetic, of course. It wasn’t something that was openly talked about in the upper circles of society, but the lower ones had no issues with spreading rumors about the baroness that had gone crazy after the deaths of her husband and son. It was quite plainly obvious that Periella had nothing to do with the apparent suicide of young Ariah, but orders were orders. Sensing not only her delicate state from her questions about where the children were and recognizing that she was of a higher rank than any suspects, the Guards were not sure if they should detain her, given the situation. She was a member of the nobility after all and the mother of one of the Kotas’s barons. Surely, the punishment for putting her through any sort of distress would be severe.
Or at least that had been the guard’s reasoning when the pair that had found her had broken off in order to fulfill what the queen had asked of them. One continued the search while the other escorted Lady Periella through the halls in order to ask the Queen directly what should be done. Even though the guards meant well and were nothing short of polite with their brisk answers, this unexpected turn of events did not bring any sort of comfort or ease to Periella. Instead, she only grew more and more confused as the guards brought her through the maze of halls towards the servants quarters. This had been an area of the Archontiko that she had never been in and it did nothing to help her already fragile state of mind. By the time the guard and the noblewoman paused in a hallway that was far enough away that they would not intrude, she was so befuddled about her current circumstances that she barely recognized the guard’s instruction to stay put as he spoke to the queen.
This was promptly forgotten as the guard turned the hall as the old adage about ‘out of sight, out of mind,’ came true the moment that he left. Unsure where she was or what she was doing here, Periella was quick to head in the same direction that he had gone in order to find some sort of answers to these never-ceasing questions she had. Luckily, the guard had not traveled far and had the door open as Periella came closer. (He had not been fast enough in shutting it behind him.) Although this was undeniably terrible for everyone in the room as they would all want to keep the body lying on the floor a secret, Periella somehow missed this at first as she caught sight of Queen Yanni and Lady Tythra. Instantly, her worried expression eased as these familiar faces from the courts grounded Periella enough that she was able to gather her thoughts enough to make sense of the situation she was in, making a note of her surroundings. A bed or two pushed against the walls, a small desk that was bare of most anything save for a rolled-up paper. This was an… odd place to meet the queen, especially with some poor bedoan girl lying on the ground beneath them. Her mind rationalized this odd sight of the servant just merely being sick and these other noblewomen offering to help her in the poor girl’s time of need. Queen Yanni was always kind-hearted to do this sort of thing.
Recalling now that she was here in search of her children, the Baroness of Valaoritis turned to the Queen and said with all the formality of a well-trained noblewoman, “Ah Queen Yanni, you’ll have to forgive my intrusion. I was certain that the servant I sent to announce my arrival would have found you before I did.” The slight chuckle that Periella gave at the end of this was almost unnerving, given the situation. However, the noblewoman was still just as oblivious as before as her attention was locked on the two women that she recognized, her brain subconsciously clinging to the few threads of sanity that she still had remaining within her. “I do hope I am not interrupting anything important as I’m only here in search of my children. Are they somewhere around here playing with your boys? They’re so close in age and Amaxius would have told me if they went any furt- oh”
Her cheery tone instantly dropped the moment that she finally noticed the body sprawled out on the floor. A strangled noise of horror crept up in her throat as her brain registered the scene before her. The limp body, the red blood on the ground, the ugly slashes on Ariah’s wrists. All color was quickly draining from Periella’s face as her mind tried to cope with the image of a young girl dead on the floor. What little sense she had was quickly cracking as she turned away from the sight and asked “What happened? Oh gods, the poor dear… how on earth” Her words turned into a litany of mutterings, trying to rationalize everything she was seeing. It was a gruesome sight as it was clearly not the most peaceful of suicides, but luckily as fragile as Periella was, having the girl be a total stranger was enough to keep her together just enough that she didn’t completely break down.
This was a good thing as she was able to hold onto her wits just enough that when she turned back to the other women that she was able to notice a small change in the room. Sensing the importance of the situation at hand, Periella did not waste time in speaking up about it turning to the royal woman who had been closest to the change. “There was a note on the desk. I saw it when I first entered the room. It could be important, but it disappeared...” Being too oblivious from her own mental state and the shock of seeing a dead body was enough to ensure that Periella missed any signs that the woman who she would next address would not want her mentioning it and instead charged right forward in asking about it, “Princess Tythra, do you see it on the floor? Perhaps it rolled under the table?”
Even though Periella had innocent intentions in mentioning that the note was gone, she did not realize the trouble it would surely cause as questions would most certainly be raised if it was found...
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Periella’s mind wasn’t what it used to be.
Even though she had no full grasp on how far gone she really was, the baroness of Eubocris was not blind to this simple truth. Things would not be where she thought she left them. The names of servants that have been with the family for decades escaped her. More often than not, she would find herself in a room that she didn’t remember entering, completely unable to recall why she had been there in the first place. It was beyond frustrating, borderline maddening. After all, she had called this Midas estate home for the last thirty years. She had raised three boys in these halls, not to mention the numerous cousins that had been in and out of her home as if they too were her children. If anyone would know this home inside and out, it would be her. So, having these little things happen was enough to drive her up the walls, leaving her more confused and dazed than she had been in the first place as she gripped onto the few threads of sanity she had left.
But what was the most heartbreaking part of all of this was that Periella did not have the faintest clue how bad her condition truly was. Even though these little things were a clear sign that her mental state was in decline, the full reality of how poor things were was whenever Periella asked about Nicomedes. She could not comprehend that her eldest boy, her absolute pride and joy with the features of his father and temperament that came from her, was dead. It never failed to escape her that her precious son had died unexpectedly two years ago. She had seen it too and in an odd sort of way it haunted her, but the memory of it? It was either long-locked away or forgotten. No one around knew and none of those who knew the truth were cruel enough to try and discover which one it was. This meant on her good days, where her mind was as clear and bright as it had been for the last fifty-one years, she merely thought that the year was 674. Nico was alive and in good health as he took on the mantle that he was raised for by serving as a baron like his father before him. She could only hope that Nicomedes made Amaxius proud.
On her bad days though… these were the ones that tore the family in two. It was on these occasions that her mind would regress even further and leave her trapped in the past. Mostly of when her boys were younger and Periella always had to be on the lookout for the trouble they caused. More often than not, she couldn’t even recognize her own sons when he found her wandering through the halls. After all, Timaeus and Silanos were just boys. They couldn’t be the men standing before her asking her silly questions about what she was doing and if she was okay. They had to be guards or Amaxius’s brother. That’s all, right?
Today was one of those bad days.
They had been happening far more frequently since her two remaining boys had sailed off to war and now all of her children were completely absent from her halls. She didn’t know the caretakers, stewards, and cousins left behind in their stead and so her mind tried to fill in the gaps of where her children had gone. Through a complicated series of false memories about the date and several guards who didn’t really know what to say to the baroness who was adamant about heading into the heart of the upper levels, Periella had traveled to the Kotas manor in search of her boys. This made the most sense in her addled brain about where all the men in her family could be. The second and fourth princes were the same ages as her two eldest boys. It wasn’t that outlandish of a thought to think that Amaxius had simply gathered everyone up and brought them there for some sort of impromptu training session that would also work as a playdate of sorts. That had to be where all the men had gone right?
Despite the fact that she was terribly wrong as she was thinking of this entire generation of grown men who were currently sailing across the Aegean sea as little more than mere children, there was no way for guards outside to know that the Baroness of Eubocris was having another memory spell. They saw no issue of letting her through as the orders to lock down the Archontiko would not come for a few more minutes. Having no escort to guide her and the faintest false memory of sending off a servant to fetch her husband, but was taking far too long, Periella saw no issue in moving through the grounds to find them herself. Surely, it would be no issue. Her boys had to be around here somewhere.
Needless to say, it became an issue when Queen Yanni gave the order that locked down the entire estate and instructed her guards to inform her if anyone was on the grounds who did not belong there. Unfortunately, this included Lady Periella.
The guards that had found her wandering the grounds were sympathetic, of course. It wasn’t something that was openly talked about in the upper circles of society, but the lower ones had no issues with spreading rumors about the baroness that had gone crazy after the deaths of her husband and son. It was quite plainly obvious that Periella had nothing to do with the apparent suicide of young Ariah, but orders were orders. Sensing not only her delicate state from her questions about where the children were and recognizing that she was of a higher rank than any suspects, the Guards were not sure if they should detain her, given the situation. She was a member of the nobility after all and the mother of one of the Kotas’s barons. Surely, the punishment for putting her through any sort of distress would be severe.
Or at least that had been the guard’s reasoning when the pair that had found her had broken off in order to fulfill what the queen had asked of them. One continued the search while the other escorted Lady Periella through the halls in order to ask the Queen directly what should be done. Even though the guards meant well and were nothing short of polite with their brisk answers, this unexpected turn of events did not bring any sort of comfort or ease to Periella. Instead, she only grew more and more confused as the guards brought her through the maze of halls towards the servants quarters. This had been an area of the Archontiko that she had never been in and it did nothing to help her already fragile state of mind. By the time the guard and the noblewoman paused in a hallway that was far enough away that they would not intrude, she was so befuddled about her current circumstances that she barely recognized the guard’s instruction to stay put as he spoke to the queen.
This was promptly forgotten as the guard turned the hall as the old adage about ‘out of sight, out of mind,’ came true the moment that he left. Unsure where she was or what she was doing here, Periella was quick to head in the same direction that he had gone in order to find some sort of answers to these never-ceasing questions she had. Luckily, the guard had not traveled far and had the door open as Periella came closer. (He had not been fast enough in shutting it behind him.) Although this was undeniably terrible for everyone in the room as they would all want to keep the body lying on the floor a secret, Periella somehow missed this at first as she caught sight of Queen Yanni and Lady Tythra. Instantly, her worried expression eased as these familiar faces from the courts grounded Periella enough that she was able to gather her thoughts enough to make sense of the situation she was in, making a note of her surroundings. A bed or two pushed against the walls, a small desk that was bare of most anything save for a rolled-up paper. This was an… odd place to meet the queen, especially with some poor bedoan girl lying on the ground beneath them. Her mind rationalized this odd sight of the servant just merely being sick and these other noblewomen offering to help her in the poor girl’s time of need. Queen Yanni was always kind-hearted to do this sort of thing.
Recalling now that she was here in search of her children, the Baroness of Valaoritis turned to the Queen and said with all the formality of a well-trained noblewoman, “Ah Queen Yanni, you’ll have to forgive my intrusion. I was certain that the servant I sent to announce my arrival would have found you before I did.” The slight chuckle that Periella gave at the end of this was almost unnerving, given the situation. However, the noblewoman was still just as oblivious as before as her attention was locked on the two women that she recognized, her brain subconsciously clinging to the few threads of sanity that she still had remaining within her. “I do hope I am not interrupting anything important as I’m only here in search of my children. Are they somewhere around here playing with your boys? They’re so close in age and Amaxius would have told me if they went any furt- oh”
Her cheery tone instantly dropped the moment that she finally noticed the body sprawled out on the floor. A strangled noise of horror crept up in her throat as her brain registered the scene before her. The limp body, the red blood on the ground, the ugly slashes on Ariah’s wrists. All color was quickly draining from Periella’s face as her mind tried to cope with the image of a young girl dead on the floor. What little sense she had was quickly cracking as she turned away from the sight and asked “What happened? Oh gods, the poor dear… how on earth” Her words turned into a litany of mutterings, trying to rationalize everything she was seeing. It was a gruesome sight as it was clearly not the most peaceful of suicides, but luckily as fragile as Periella was, having the girl be a total stranger was enough to keep her together just enough that she didn’t completely break down.
This was a good thing as she was able to hold onto her wits just enough that when she turned back to the other women that she was able to notice a small change in the room. Sensing the importance of the situation at hand, Periella did not waste time in speaking up about it turning to the royal woman who had been closest to the change. “There was a note on the desk. I saw it when I first entered the room. It could be important, but it disappeared...” Being too oblivious from her own mental state and the shock of seeing a dead body was enough to ensure that Periella missed any signs that the woman who she would next address would not want her mentioning it and instead charged right forward in asking about it, “Princess Tythra, do you see it on the floor? Perhaps it rolled under the table?”
Even though Periella had innocent intentions in mentioning that the note was gone, she did not realize the trouble it would surely cause as questions would most certainly be raised if it was found...
Periella’s mind wasn’t what it used to be.
Even though she had no full grasp on how far gone she really was, the baroness of Eubocris was not blind to this simple truth. Things would not be where she thought she left them. The names of servants that have been with the family for decades escaped her. More often than not, she would find herself in a room that she didn’t remember entering, completely unable to recall why she had been there in the first place. It was beyond frustrating, borderline maddening. After all, she had called this Midas estate home for the last thirty years. She had raised three boys in these halls, not to mention the numerous cousins that had been in and out of her home as if they too were her children. If anyone would know this home inside and out, it would be her. So, having these little things happen was enough to drive her up the walls, leaving her more confused and dazed than she had been in the first place as she gripped onto the few threads of sanity she had left.
But what was the most heartbreaking part of all of this was that Periella did not have the faintest clue how bad her condition truly was. Even though these little things were a clear sign that her mental state was in decline, the full reality of how poor things were was whenever Periella asked about Nicomedes. She could not comprehend that her eldest boy, her absolute pride and joy with the features of his father and temperament that came from her, was dead. It never failed to escape her that her precious son had died unexpectedly two years ago. She had seen it too and in an odd sort of way it haunted her, but the memory of it? It was either long-locked away or forgotten. No one around knew and none of those who knew the truth were cruel enough to try and discover which one it was. This meant on her good days, where her mind was as clear and bright as it had been for the last fifty-one years, she merely thought that the year was 674. Nico was alive and in good health as he took on the mantle that he was raised for by serving as a baron like his father before him. She could only hope that Nicomedes made Amaxius proud.
On her bad days though… these were the ones that tore the family in two. It was on these occasions that her mind would regress even further and leave her trapped in the past. Mostly of when her boys were younger and Periella always had to be on the lookout for the trouble they caused. More often than not, she couldn’t even recognize her own sons when he found her wandering through the halls. After all, Timaeus and Silanos were just boys. They couldn’t be the men standing before her asking her silly questions about what she was doing and if she was okay. They had to be guards or Amaxius’s brother. That’s all, right?
Today was one of those bad days.
They had been happening far more frequently since her two remaining boys had sailed off to war and now all of her children were completely absent from her halls. She didn’t know the caretakers, stewards, and cousins left behind in their stead and so her mind tried to fill in the gaps of where her children had gone. Through a complicated series of false memories about the date and several guards who didn’t really know what to say to the baroness who was adamant about heading into the heart of the upper levels, Periella had traveled to the Kotas manor in search of her boys. This made the most sense in her addled brain about where all the men in her family could be. The second and fourth princes were the same ages as her two eldest boys. It wasn’t that outlandish of a thought to think that Amaxius had simply gathered everyone up and brought them there for some sort of impromptu training session that would also work as a playdate of sorts. That had to be where all the men had gone right?
Despite the fact that she was terribly wrong as she was thinking of this entire generation of grown men who were currently sailing across the Aegean sea as little more than mere children, there was no way for guards outside to know that the Baroness of Eubocris was having another memory spell. They saw no issue of letting her through as the orders to lock down the Archontiko would not come for a few more minutes. Having no escort to guide her and the faintest false memory of sending off a servant to fetch her husband, but was taking far too long, Periella saw no issue in moving through the grounds to find them herself. Surely, it would be no issue. Her boys had to be around here somewhere.
Needless to say, it became an issue when Queen Yanni gave the order that locked down the entire estate and instructed her guards to inform her if anyone was on the grounds who did not belong there. Unfortunately, this included Lady Periella.
The guards that had found her wandering the grounds were sympathetic, of course. It wasn’t something that was openly talked about in the upper circles of society, but the lower ones had no issues with spreading rumors about the baroness that had gone crazy after the deaths of her husband and son. It was quite plainly obvious that Periella had nothing to do with the apparent suicide of young Ariah, but orders were orders. Sensing not only her delicate state from her questions about where the children were and recognizing that she was of a higher rank than any suspects, the Guards were not sure if they should detain her, given the situation. She was a member of the nobility after all and the mother of one of the Kotas’s barons. Surely, the punishment for putting her through any sort of distress would be severe.
Or at least that had been the guard’s reasoning when the pair that had found her had broken off in order to fulfill what the queen had asked of them. One continued the search while the other escorted Lady Periella through the halls in order to ask the Queen directly what should be done. Even though the guards meant well and were nothing short of polite with their brisk answers, this unexpected turn of events did not bring any sort of comfort or ease to Periella. Instead, she only grew more and more confused as the guards brought her through the maze of halls towards the servants quarters. This had been an area of the Archontiko that she had never been in and it did nothing to help her already fragile state of mind. By the time the guard and the noblewoman paused in a hallway that was far enough away that they would not intrude, she was so befuddled about her current circumstances that she barely recognized the guard’s instruction to stay put as he spoke to the queen.
This was promptly forgotten as the guard turned the hall as the old adage about ‘out of sight, out of mind,’ came true the moment that he left. Unsure where she was or what she was doing here, Periella was quick to head in the same direction that he had gone in order to find some sort of answers to these never-ceasing questions she had. Luckily, the guard had not traveled far and had the door open as Periella came closer. (He had not been fast enough in shutting it behind him.) Although this was undeniably terrible for everyone in the room as they would all want to keep the body lying on the floor a secret, Periella somehow missed this at first as she caught sight of Queen Yanni and Lady Tythra. Instantly, her worried expression eased as these familiar faces from the courts grounded Periella enough that she was able to gather her thoughts enough to make sense of the situation she was in, making a note of her surroundings. A bed or two pushed against the walls, a small desk that was bare of most anything save for a rolled-up paper. This was an… odd place to meet the queen, especially with some poor bedoan girl lying on the ground beneath them. Her mind rationalized this odd sight of the servant just merely being sick and these other noblewomen offering to help her in the poor girl’s time of need. Queen Yanni was always kind-hearted to do this sort of thing.
Recalling now that she was here in search of her children, the Baroness of Valaoritis turned to the Queen and said with all the formality of a well-trained noblewoman, “Ah Queen Yanni, you’ll have to forgive my intrusion. I was certain that the servant I sent to announce my arrival would have found you before I did.” The slight chuckle that Periella gave at the end of this was almost unnerving, given the situation. However, the noblewoman was still just as oblivious as before as her attention was locked on the two women that she recognized, her brain subconsciously clinging to the few threads of sanity that she still had remaining within her. “I do hope I am not interrupting anything important as I’m only here in search of my children. Are they somewhere around here playing with your boys? They’re so close in age and Amaxius would have told me if they went any furt- oh”
Her cheery tone instantly dropped the moment that she finally noticed the body sprawled out on the floor. A strangled noise of horror crept up in her throat as her brain registered the scene before her. The limp body, the red blood on the ground, the ugly slashes on Ariah’s wrists. All color was quickly draining from Periella’s face as her mind tried to cope with the image of a young girl dead on the floor. What little sense she had was quickly cracking as she turned away from the sight and asked “What happened? Oh gods, the poor dear… how on earth” Her words turned into a litany of mutterings, trying to rationalize everything she was seeing. It was a gruesome sight as it was clearly not the most peaceful of suicides, but luckily as fragile as Periella was, having the girl be a total stranger was enough to keep her together just enough that she didn’t completely break down.
This was a good thing as she was able to hold onto her wits just enough that when she turned back to the other women that she was able to notice a small change in the room. Sensing the importance of the situation at hand, Periella did not waste time in speaking up about it turning to the royal woman who had been closest to the change. “There was a note on the desk. I saw it when I first entered the room. It could be important, but it disappeared...” Being too oblivious from her own mental state and the shock of seeing a dead body was enough to ensure that Periella missed any signs that the woman who she would next address would not want her mentioning it and instead charged right forward in asking about it, “Princess Tythra, do you see it on the floor? Perhaps it rolled under the table?”
Even though Periella had innocent intentions in mentioning that the note was gone, she did not realize the trouble it would surely cause as questions would most certainly be raised if it was found...
Maybe it was some fate, that her choice to walk to the altar of Gods, had instead led her to this gruesome display in the home she had been staying in whenever she had left her husband's province. Was it not supposed to be one place she felt safest? Yet even as the guards instructed by the sister to the King tried to break down the doors, Evras could still acutely smell the metallic tang in the air from the excess amount of blood, and it merely made more bile roll in her stomach.
Instinctively, Evras had one hand spread over the slight swell of her belly, but the sudden anxiety ringing in her ear meant despite Tythra's well-meaning words and hands on top of Evras's arms, she couldn't hear it nor feel it through her muddled mind. Suddenly, the dark-haired maiden very much wanted to see Thea and Zanon, likely the two people she cared about most residing within the Kotas Archontiko, to ensure that they were very much alive, and not the source of the blood. Surely no one would dare harm Thea when she was purported to carry the bloodline to the next heir, right? And her husband had mentioned he had work to do... he wouldn't be in the manor, right? And where was Dion? Where was her son?
Slow panic was starting to grip at her, her face growing paler by the moment when the sudden sharp, familiar voice started to bring her back down to the reality instead of remaining in a space where everyone she loved and cared about was dead. By the time the ringing in her ears started dying down, it came just as Yanni addressed her, and in her state, Evras could only nod mutely, not at all wanting to argue. She wanted to return to bed right now herself, and could only nod mutely, suddenly realizing her hands had been unconsciously tightly gripping the hand Tythra had placed gently over her arms.
She could already feel the stomach rolling and her breakfast coming back up as the doors were opened, but the moment the guards mentioned whose body it was, Evras stumbled as she realized who it was - it was Zanon's servant, the one who he hired to help him with the pains in his legs. Where was her? Evras felt a need to see Zanon alive and well, in front of her breathing suddenly, if just to confirm her husband was alive. As it was, her state was precarious within the Kotas home even with her husband's protection. What would happen to her if he was gone? And her children?
Knowing she had to follow what the Queen had told her however, Evras barely noticed the entrance of yet another female as she turned,but the sudden lightheadedness that attacked her meant Evras had to tightly grip the sides of the walls, her movements slow as she tried to make her way out.
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Maybe it was some fate, that her choice to walk to the altar of Gods, had instead led her to this gruesome display in the home she had been staying in whenever she had left her husband's province. Was it not supposed to be one place she felt safest? Yet even as the guards instructed by the sister to the King tried to break down the doors, Evras could still acutely smell the metallic tang in the air from the excess amount of blood, and it merely made more bile roll in her stomach.
Instinctively, Evras had one hand spread over the slight swell of her belly, but the sudden anxiety ringing in her ear meant despite Tythra's well-meaning words and hands on top of Evras's arms, she couldn't hear it nor feel it through her muddled mind. Suddenly, the dark-haired maiden very much wanted to see Thea and Zanon, likely the two people she cared about most residing within the Kotas Archontiko, to ensure that they were very much alive, and not the source of the blood. Surely no one would dare harm Thea when she was purported to carry the bloodline to the next heir, right? And her husband had mentioned he had work to do... he wouldn't be in the manor, right? And where was Dion? Where was her son?
Slow panic was starting to grip at her, her face growing paler by the moment when the sudden sharp, familiar voice started to bring her back down to the reality instead of remaining in a space where everyone she loved and cared about was dead. By the time the ringing in her ears started dying down, it came just as Yanni addressed her, and in her state, Evras could only nod mutely, not at all wanting to argue. She wanted to return to bed right now herself, and could only nod mutely, suddenly realizing her hands had been unconsciously tightly gripping the hand Tythra had placed gently over her arms.
She could already feel the stomach rolling and her breakfast coming back up as the doors were opened, but the moment the guards mentioned whose body it was, Evras stumbled as she realized who it was - it was Zanon's servant, the one who he hired to help him with the pains in his legs. Where was her? Evras felt a need to see Zanon alive and well, in front of her breathing suddenly, if just to confirm her husband was alive. As it was, her state was precarious within the Kotas home even with her husband's protection. What would happen to her if he was gone? And her children?
Knowing she had to follow what the Queen had told her however, Evras barely noticed the entrance of yet another female as she turned,but the sudden lightheadedness that attacked her meant Evras had to tightly grip the sides of the walls, her movements slow as she tried to make her way out.
Maybe it was some fate, that her choice to walk to the altar of Gods, had instead led her to this gruesome display in the home she had been staying in whenever she had left her husband's province. Was it not supposed to be one place she felt safest? Yet even as the guards instructed by the sister to the King tried to break down the doors, Evras could still acutely smell the metallic tang in the air from the excess amount of blood, and it merely made more bile roll in her stomach.
Instinctively, Evras had one hand spread over the slight swell of her belly, but the sudden anxiety ringing in her ear meant despite Tythra's well-meaning words and hands on top of Evras's arms, she couldn't hear it nor feel it through her muddled mind. Suddenly, the dark-haired maiden very much wanted to see Thea and Zanon, likely the two people she cared about most residing within the Kotas Archontiko, to ensure that they were very much alive, and not the source of the blood. Surely no one would dare harm Thea when she was purported to carry the bloodline to the next heir, right? And her husband had mentioned he had work to do... he wouldn't be in the manor, right? And where was Dion? Where was her son?
Slow panic was starting to grip at her, her face growing paler by the moment when the sudden sharp, familiar voice started to bring her back down to the reality instead of remaining in a space where everyone she loved and cared about was dead. By the time the ringing in her ears started dying down, it came just as Yanni addressed her, and in her state, Evras could only nod mutely, not at all wanting to argue. She wanted to return to bed right now herself, and could only nod mutely, suddenly realizing her hands had been unconsciously tightly gripping the hand Tythra had placed gently over her arms.
She could already feel the stomach rolling and her breakfast coming back up as the doors were opened, but the moment the guards mentioned whose body it was, Evras stumbled as she realized who it was - it was Zanon's servant, the one who he hired to help him with the pains in his legs. Where was her? Evras felt a need to see Zanon alive and well, in front of her breathing suddenly, if just to confirm her husband was alive. As it was, her state was precarious within the Kotas home even with her husband's protection. What would happen to her if he was gone? And her children?
Knowing she had to follow what the Queen had told her however, Evras barely noticed the entrance of yet another female as she turned,but the sudden lightheadedness that attacked her meant Evras had to tightly grip the sides of the walls, her movements slow as she tried to make her way out.
Oh for gods’s sake what was with the Valaoritis family and their innate ability to annoy Tythra to no end. First Silanos and his rudeness, and then Periella with her untimeliness. Tythra did well, not allowing her face to show even a bit of her annoyance. She was well trained in hiding emotions, as a Kotas born Drakos woman should be. Her years at court and the senate taught her how to be stoic, guard her emotions for when her opponents see a crack they go for blood. She would not allow the words of a lower noble cause issue, when right now the pair that was near should be shielded from this. And so when Priella mentioned the note, Tythra only responded exactly as she should.
With shock.
“Oh you are right Priella, my dear. A suicide would have a note! You, guards!” Tythra snapped her fingers at two that were lingering. “Please help Lady Priella look for the note. Master Magnus would find it most interesting indee-”
Her words cut off when she saw the pale face of Princess Evras. It did a little to ease Princess Tythra’s suspicions of the woman, but not completely that she was innocent. She was pregnant, after all, so it would not be too difficult to have an averse reaction. Not to mention her siblings were certainly people to keep an eye on. With Lady Thea now living in the manor, there was even more room for suspicion. Although with her potentially being pregnant with Vangelis’s child, then that would be counterintuitive. This was far too convoluted and the longer Tythra lingered the worse her mind got. It was a very good thing, however, that Princess Evras would be a convenient excuse for her to leave, and take the letter with her until it can be seen with unbiased eyes. And Princess Tythra was nothing but polite, always willing to help Queen Yanni out even if it was something as simple as escorting her daughter in law back to her bed chambers where she was supposed to remain.
“Evras, my dear! We told you you should go.” Princess Tythra tutted at the younger woman, going by her side. “Yanni, I’ll escort the Princess back to her room. Don’t worry, I realize there is much more important things at hand right now. Come, Evras.”
With a gentle hand, Tythra guided Princess Evras away from the mess, away from the blood that splattered the floors, and away from the slave who willingly or not… was a catalyst for drama the likes of which should have never been seen in Colchis. This was not Athenia filled with petty squabbles for the throne. It was Colchis, home of the proud and the strong.
The two rounded the corner and left the scene, note on her body secured. Tythra only hoped the secret she was currently keeping did not bode for more dangerous waters. For when secrets get exposed… worse trouble comes with it.
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Oh for gods’s sake what was with the Valaoritis family and their innate ability to annoy Tythra to no end. First Silanos and his rudeness, and then Periella with her untimeliness. Tythra did well, not allowing her face to show even a bit of her annoyance. She was well trained in hiding emotions, as a Kotas born Drakos woman should be. Her years at court and the senate taught her how to be stoic, guard her emotions for when her opponents see a crack they go for blood. She would not allow the words of a lower noble cause issue, when right now the pair that was near should be shielded from this. And so when Priella mentioned the note, Tythra only responded exactly as she should.
With shock.
“Oh you are right Priella, my dear. A suicide would have a note! You, guards!” Tythra snapped her fingers at two that were lingering. “Please help Lady Priella look for the note. Master Magnus would find it most interesting indee-”
Her words cut off when she saw the pale face of Princess Evras. It did a little to ease Princess Tythra’s suspicions of the woman, but not completely that she was innocent. She was pregnant, after all, so it would not be too difficult to have an averse reaction. Not to mention her siblings were certainly people to keep an eye on. With Lady Thea now living in the manor, there was even more room for suspicion. Although with her potentially being pregnant with Vangelis’s child, then that would be counterintuitive. This was far too convoluted and the longer Tythra lingered the worse her mind got. It was a very good thing, however, that Princess Evras would be a convenient excuse for her to leave, and take the letter with her until it can be seen with unbiased eyes. And Princess Tythra was nothing but polite, always willing to help Queen Yanni out even if it was something as simple as escorting her daughter in law back to her bed chambers where she was supposed to remain.
“Evras, my dear! We told you you should go.” Princess Tythra tutted at the younger woman, going by her side. “Yanni, I’ll escort the Princess back to her room. Don’t worry, I realize there is much more important things at hand right now. Come, Evras.”
With a gentle hand, Tythra guided Princess Evras away from the mess, away from the blood that splattered the floors, and away from the slave who willingly or not… was a catalyst for drama the likes of which should have never been seen in Colchis. This was not Athenia filled with petty squabbles for the throne. It was Colchis, home of the proud and the strong.
The two rounded the corner and left the scene, note on her body secured. Tythra only hoped the secret she was currently keeping did not bode for more dangerous waters. For when secrets get exposed… worse trouble comes with it.
Oh for gods’s sake what was with the Valaoritis family and their innate ability to annoy Tythra to no end. First Silanos and his rudeness, and then Periella with her untimeliness. Tythra did well, not allowing her face to show even a bit of her annoyance. She was well trained in hiding emotions, as a Kotas born Drakos woman should be. Her years at court and the senate taught her how to be stoic, guard her emotions for when her opponents see a crack they go for blood. She would not allow the words of a lower noble cause issue, when right now the pair that was near should be shielded from this. And so when Priella mentioned the note, Tythra only responded exactly as she should.
With shock.
“Oh you are right Priella, my dear. A suicide would have a note! You, guards!” Tythra snapped her fingers at two that were lingering. “Please help Lady Priella look for the note. Master Magnus would find it most interesting indee-”
Her words cut off when she saw the pale face of Princess Evras. It did a little to ease Princess Tythra’s suspicions of the woman, but not completely that she was innocent. She was pregnant, after all, so it would not be too difficult to have an averse reaction. Not to mention her siblings were certainly people to keep an eye on. With Lady Thea now living in the manor, there was even more room for suspicion. Although with her potentially being pregnant with Vangelis’s child, then that would be counterintuitive. This was far too convoluted and the longer Tythra lingered the worse her mind got. It was a very good thing, however, that Princess Evras would be a convenient excuse for her to leave, and take the letter with her until it can be seen with unbiased eyes. And Princess Tythra was nothing but polite, always willing to help Queen Yanni out even if it was something as simple as escorting her daughter in law back to her bed chambers where she was supposed to remain.
“Evras, my dear! We told you you should go.” Princess Tythra tutted at the younger woman, going by her side. “Yanni, I’ll escort the Princess back to her room. Don’t worry, I realize there is much more important things at hand right now. Come, Evras.”
With a gentle hand, Tythra guided Princess Evras away from the mess, away from the blood that splattered the floors, and away from the slave who willingly or not… was a catalyst for drama the likes of which should have never been seen in Colchis. This was not Athenia filled with petty squabbles for the throne. It was Colchis, home of the proud and the strong.
The two rounded the corner and left the scene, note on her body secured. Tythra only hoped the secret she was currently keeping did not bode for more dangerous waters. For when secrets get exposed… worse trouble comes with it.
Zanon was sure that if he spent any more time at his desk that his arse would take the shape of the chair. He'd been pouring over documents with Magnus for several hours now, going back over everything that could have been connected to the attempts on his brother and father's lives. The basic running of things was easily left to his mother, she was beyond capable of handling it all, with most of his work to be done on it simply reading things over for a second look. The Kotas family was nothing if not methodically thorough. As usual though her work was perfect, and he'd just sent back a load of documents with a servant to be taken to his mother when a guard burst through the door.
Dropping the scroll with an annoyed scowl, he was about to demand to know what on earth could possibly lead to the man showing such little decorum or patience to even knock, but the expression on the other's face had his tongue stayed. He looked over to Magnus, his frown shifting to something deeper. More blood spilled in the halls of the Kotas home after another Thanasi had been permitted entry was not lost on him.
With the master informer at his side, the second prince strode through the halls and very nearly bumped into Evras as she tried to flee from the scene, wrapping his arms around her instead to ensure she stayed on her feet. He didn't need to ask why she looked so faint, why his aunt had said that she would escort her back to their rooms. Blood had flooded the hallway, more than he had thought could come from just one person, though he supposed most of his experience came from the battle field where it had spilled from too many people to properly tell.
"Shh, it's alright. I'm here." He spoke into his wife's hair as he took her weight against him, wondering now himself where his son was. Dion had mentioned wanting to go down to practice his archery with one of the guard captains, and Zanon had given his blessing, but where were they now?
With a nod at the guard who had brought them here, he gently pressed a kiss to Evras' forehead before allowing the other man to take her weight so he could step forward to where his aunt and mother stood. While he hadn't known who occupied this room, one glance inside told him who it was that had fallen in these halls.
He didn't falter, didn't stumble back at the sight of his slave laying there in such a state. Instead he leaned heavily against the door frame, frantically trying to process when it had been that he'd last seen his son, last seen Ariah. The girl had come to his chambers the night before to give some relief to his pain, but there had been a steward present and they'd been reviewing documentation about a plan to ensure the people of Oreboa had enough food in the event of a bad season like Athenia seemed to be suffering. He'd seen no indication that she had been in such a state. She was quiet as usual, only asking about the pain and pressure, and giving a smile to them both before promising to come by after his meeting with Magnus the next day. If she had lied to him then, it was a far better one than he had thought her capable of telling.
"What letter, Periella?" The woman was babbling about a scroll that had been seen somewhere, but as he pulled his eyes from Ariah's corpse he looked now to her and his aunt and mother. "If a letter was left we must find it. She could neither read or write, I had promised her lessons before the war distracted us all. Any letter would not be by her hand." A pang of sadness hit him, looking back at the girl on the ground. He'd turned her affections away, and now not followed through on the one promise he had made her.
Turning to Magnus, he indicated the scene before stepping out of the room, the blood on his shoes leaving an unpleasant squelch as he limped to his mother and aunt. "While we allow Magnus to begin, what happened before my arrival?" He reached for Evras, stepping away from the blood to once again take her under his arm, wrapping his own securely around her waist as they stepped slowly away from the scene. "We'll assign guards and have Dion brought to you. But you must rest from this. I'll come see you as soon as I can."
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Zanon was sure that if he spent any more time at his desk that his arse would take the shape of the chair. He'd been pouring over documents with Magnus for several hours now, going back over everything that could have been connected to the attempts on his brother and father's lives. The basic running of things was easily left to his mother, she was beyond capable of handling it all, with most of his work to be done on it simply reading things over for a second look. The Kotas family was nothing if not methodically thorough. As usual though her work was perfect, and he'd just sent back a load of documents with a servant to be taken to his mother when a guard burst through the door.
Dropping the scroll with an annoyed scowl, he was about to demand to know what on earth could possibly lead to the man showing such little decorum or patience to even knock, but the expression on the other's face had his tongue stayed. He looked over to Magnus, his frown shifting to something deeper. More blood spilled in the halls of the Kotas home after another Thanasi had been permitted entry was not lost on him.
With the master informer at his side, the second prince strode through the halls and very nearly bumped into Evras as she tried to flee from the scene, wrapping his arms around her instead to ensure she stayed on her feet. He didn't need to ask why she looked so faint, why his aunt had said that she would escort her back to their rooms. Blood had flooded the hallway, more than he had thought could come from just one person, though he supposed most of his experience came from the battle field where it had spilled from too many people to properly tell.
"Shh, it's alright. I'm here." He spoke into his wife's hair as he took her weight against him, wondering now himself where his son was. Dion had mentioned wanting to go down to practice his archery with one of the guard captains, and Zanon had given his blessing, but where were they now?
With a nod at the guard who had brought them here, he gently pressed a kiss to Evras' forehead before allowing the other man to take her weight so he could step forward to where his aunt and mother stood. While he hadn't known who occupied this room, one glance inside told him who it was that had fallen in these halls.
He didn't falter, didn't stumble back at the sight of his slave laying there in such a state. Instead he leaned heavily against the door frame, frantically trying to process when it had been that he'd last seen his son, last seen Ariah. The girl had come to his chambers the night before to give some relief to his pain, but there had been a steward present and they'd been reviewing documentation about a plan to ensure the people of Oreboa had enough food in the event of a bad season like Athenia seemed to be suffering. He'd seen no indication that she had been in such a state. She was quiet as usual, only asking about the pain and pressure, and giving a smile to them both before promising to come by after his meeting with Magnus the next day. If she had lied to him then, it was a far better one than he had thought her capable of telling.
"What letter, Periella?" The woman was babbling about a scroll that had been seen somewhere, but as he pulled his eyes from Ariah's corpse he looked now to her and his aunt and mother. "If a letter was left we must find it. She could neither read or write, I had promised her lessons before the war distracted us all. Any letter would not be by her hand." A pang of sadness hit him, looking back at the girl on the ground. He'd turned her affections away, and now not followed through on the one promise he had made her.
Turning to Magnus, he indicated the scene before stepping out of the room, the blood on his shoes leaving an unpleasant squelch as he limped to his mother and aunt. "While we allow Magnus to begin, what happened before my arrival?" He reached for Evras, stepping away from the blood to once again take her under his arm, wrapping his own securely around her waist as they stepped slowly away from the scene. "We'll assign guards and have Dion brought to you. But you must rest from this. I'll come see you as soon as I can."
Zanon was sure that if he spent any more time at his desk that his arse would take the shape of the chair. He'd been pouring over documents with Magnus for several hours now, going back over everything that could have been connected to the attempts on his brother and father's lives. The basic running of things was easily left to his mother, she was beyond capable of handling it all, with most of his work to be done on it simply reading things over for a second look. The Kotas family was nothing if not methodically thorough. As usual though her work was perfect, and he'd just sent back a load of documents with a servant to be taken to his mother when a guard burst through the door.
Dropping the scroll with an annoyed scowl, he was about to demand to know what on earth could possibly lead to the man showing such little decorum or patience to even knock, but the expression on the other's face had his tongue stayed. He looked over to Magnus, his frown shifting to something deeper. More blood spilled in the halls of the Kotas home after another Thanasi had been permitted entry was not lost on him.
With the master informer at his side, the second prince strode through the halls and very nearly bumped into Evras as she tried to flee from the scene, wrapping his arms around her instead to ensure she stayed on her feet. He didn't need to ask why she looked so faint, why his aunt had said that she would escort her back to their rooms. Blood had flooded the hallway, more than he had thought could come from just one person, though he supposed most of his experience came from the battle field where it had spilled from too many people to properly tell.
"Shh, it's alright. I'm here." He spoke into his wife's hair as he took her weight against him, wondering now himself where his son was. Dion had mentioned wanting to go down to practice his archery with one of the guard captains, and Zanon had given his blessing, but where were they now?
With a nod at the guard who had brought them here, he gently pressed a kiss to Evras' forehead before allowing the other man to take her weight so he could step forward to where his aunt and mother stood. While he hadn't known who occupied this room, one glance inside told him who it was that had fallen in these halls.
He didn't falter, didn't stumble back at the sight of his slave laying there in such a state. Instead he leaned heavily against the door frame, frantically trying to process when it had been that he'd last seen his son, last seen Ariah. The girl had come to his chambers the night before to give some relief to his pain, but there had been a steward present and they'd been reviewing documentation about a plan to ensure the people of Oreboa had enough food in the event of a bad season like Athenia seemed to be suffering. He'd seen no indication that she had been in such a state. She was quiet as usual, only asking about the pain and pressure, and giving a smile to them both before promising to come by after his meeting with Magnus the next day. If she had lied to him then, it was a far better one than he had thought her capable of telling.
"What letter, Periella?" The woman was babbling about a scroll that had been seen somewhere, but as he pulled his eyes from Ariah's corpse he looked now to her and his aunt and mother. "If a letter was left we must find it. She could neither read or write, I had promised her lessons before the war distracted us all. Any letter would not be by her hand." A pang of sadness hit him, looking back at the girl on the ground. He'd turned her affections away, and now not followed through on the one promise he had made her.
Turning to Magnus, he indicated the scene before stepping out of the room, the blood on his shoes leaving an unpleasant squelch as he limped to his mother and aunt. "While we allow Magnus to begin, what happened before my arrival?" He reached for Evras, stepping away from the blood to once again take her under his arm, wrapping his own securely around her waist as they stepped slowly away from the scene. "We'll assign guards and have Dion brought to you. But you must rest from this. I'll come see you as soon as I can."
Magnus had been attending to Zanon, giving the second prince and current ruling person in Colchis with the absence of the crown prince and King, any updates he had upon his visits. Still investigating the poisons he had traced in both the dead bodies he had recently discovered, along with still collecting information regarding the mysterious foreigners he had seen in the unfortunate bout with a storm a couple of days ago, Magnus plate felt full especially with the news Tythra had given him - yet now the moment the guard's burst in, he could feel the onset of a migraine as even more work seemed to be given to him. Dead bodies tend to do that.
Yet as much as Magnus saw any hopes of a quiet evening of a dinner with his family slipping away, the Master Informer was far more responsibile then he was wanting some time off, so when Zanon took off, Magnus quickly followed behind in a similar pace. His black sandals made quick movement, but even as the second prince caught his wife, Magnus looked past the two to glance at the slave quarters to check on what exactly had them there.
Swiftly, he bowed to greet both the Queen and the slowly-senile Valaoritis matriarch. He's heard many things about the Valaoritis household, and while he did not keep very close tabs on them by any chance considering their loyalty to the royal household, it didn't mean Magnus would be clueless. He wouldn't be very good at his job now, would he? He knew that the old matriarch and mother to the Eubocris household had long since been rumored to lose her mind, and now even more so... how and when had she been allowed entrance to the Kotas household in such a manner anyhow? The Kotas household was private property, and not many were allowed in easily, even more so when Tython and Vangelis were both away.
Filing that bit of information away for later however, he made his way in having caught the tail end of the Periella's claims, yet only paying little heed to it. To be good at his job, Magnus usually trusted his eyes first, before he went into the accounts of his informants, and then lastly the closest relatives of his victims or clients.
In this case, the man's eyes made a quick cursory sweep of the area. He noted the source of the blood bubbling from the victim's mouth, and as he moved nearer to make a check of the bronzed skin of the slave, was quick to note there was little to no signs of a fight or a source of skin injury for the amount of blood. The level of congeality of the blood meant she had been dead for at least half the night. The gashes on her arm seem to show that was where the blood would come from, yet even as he took a closer look, his brows furrowing as he examined the cuts, he couldn't be entirely sure blood loss was her only cause of death.
She had not brought herself to Hades's door, that was for sure. No suicide would leave the body with their eyes wide opened - for that to happen, death had to have surprised them.
Looking up as he saw one of his men following him, he signalled at the young errand boy to go and pick up a few more of his comrades - he only trusted his trained pages to tend to bodies he wished to exmaine later, and they would swiftly return in fours to move the body to his household where Magnus would have the time to study it.
Once the young boy had ran off to find his friends, the Master Informer straightened up to look at the surroundings, his mind working so quickly one could almost see the cogs turning in his gaze as he took in all there was. The room was perfunctory, as most slave quarters were. Rare as it was, it seemed this slave, being the one owned by Zanon himself, had been given quarters to call her own. Jealousy from the rest of her peers? Likely, but also unlikely due to the knife that had been found with the body. Kitchen knives were common, but Magnus made a quick mental note to talk to the kitchen, as he swept the room. Little decorations, a little pile of clothing in a corner... the table was dusty. Obviously underused.
"I concur. The slave would not have known to read or write. Ariah of Leiale had been of Judean descent, but she is of a poor family. Judean women are skilled in domestic tasks, but not permitted to attend scholarly pursuits." While Magnus did not mention it out loud, it was clear he doubted a slave would have been able to afford lessons to learn how to read or write, especially not in a Grecian pen. Yet, he also did not voice his other suspicion - that she could've gotten someone else to pen her words for her. Yet what were those words? Despite claims of there being a note around, Magnus could not fully believe the words of a woman who many claimed did not have full control over her own mind.
Looking up as his boys arrived, he gave quick and curt instructions for them as usual, but allowed them to do their work with a huge sheet of thick cloth. It would do it's job to ensure lesser blood is seeped away, as a fifth boy gathered samples of blood in clay jars. It was Zanon's query on what had happened however, which had Magnus turning in curiosity, eyes watching the remaining women in the chambers.
The dark-haired wife of the prince had nodded in her husband's embrace, but her pale and sickly look meant she had not even attempted to speak, and allowed the sister to the Queen and the guards as assigned by her husband to bring her away after, no doubt to her chambers once again. His eyes only lingered briefly on the newly pregnant princess however, before he turned back to await the words from the remaining women, needing such information as well to proceed.
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Magnus had been attending to Zanon, giving the second prince and current ruling person in Colchis with the absence of the crown prince and King, any updates he had upon his visits. Still investigating the poisons he had traced in both the dead bodies he had recently discovered, along with still collecting information regarding the mysterious foreigners he had seen in the unfortunate bout with a storm a couple of days ago, Magnus plate felt full especially with the news Tythra had given him - yet now the moment the guard's burst in, he could feel the onset of a migraine as even more work seemed to be given to him. Dead bodies tend to do that.
Yet as much as Magnus saw any hopes of a quiet evening of a dinner with his family slipping away, the Master Informer was far more responsibile then he was wanting some time off, so when Zanon took off, Magnus quickly followed behind in a similar pace. His black sandals made quick movement, but even as the second prince caught his wife, Magnus looked past the two to glance at the slave quarters to check on what exactly had them there.
Swiftly, he bowed to greet both the Queen and the slowly-senile Valaoritis matriarch. He's heard many things about the Valaoritis household, and while he did not keep very close tabs on them by any chance considering their loyalty to the royal household, it didn't mean Magnus would be clueless. He wouldn't be very good at his job now, would he? He knew that the old matriarch and mother to the Eubocris household had long since been rumored to lose her mind, and now even more so... how and when had she been allowed entrance to the Kotas household in such a manner anyhow? The Kotas household was private property, and not many were allowed in easily, even more so when Tython and Vangelis were both away.
Filing that bit of information away for later however, he made his way in having caught the tail end of the Periella's claims, yet only paying little heed to it. To be good at his job, Magnus usually trusted his eyes first, before he went into the accounts of his informants, and then lastly the closest relatives of his victims or clients.
In this case, the man's eyes made a quick cursory sweep of the area. He noted the source of the blood bubbling from the victim's mouth, and as he moved nearer to make a check of the bronzed skin of the slave, was quick to note there was little to no signs of a fight or a source of skin injury for the amount of blood. The level of congeality of the blood meant she had been dead for at least half the night. The gashes on her arm seem to show that was where the blood would come from, yet even as he took a closer look, his brows furrowing as he examined the cuts, he couldn't be entirely sure blood loss was her only cause of death.
She had not brought herself to Hades's door, that was for sure. No suicide would leave the body with their eyes wide opened - for that to happen, death had to have surprised them.
Looking up as he saw one of his men following him, he signalled at the young errand boy to go and pick up a few more of his comrades - he only trusted his trained pages to tend to bodies he wished to exmaine later, and they would swiftly return in fours to move the body to his household where Magnus would have the time to study it.
Once the young boy had ran off to find his friends, the Master Informer straightened up to look at the surroundings, his mind working so quickly one could almost see the cogs turning in his gaze as he took in all there was. The room was perfunctory, as most slave quarters were. Rare as it was, it seemed this slave, being the one owned by Zanon himself, had been given quarters to call her own. Jealousy from the rest of her peers? Likely, but also unlikely due to the knife that had been found with the body. Kitchen knives were common, but Magnus made a quick mental note to talk to the kitchen, as he swept the room. Little decorations, a little pile of clothing in a corner... the table was dusty. Obviously underused.
"I concur. The slave would not have known to read or write. Ariah of Leiale had been of Judean descent, but she is of a poor family. Judean women are skilled in domestic tasks, but not permitted to attend scholarly pursuits." While Magnus did not mention it out loud, it was clear he doubted a slave would have been able to afford lessons to learn how to read or write, especially not in a Grecian pen. Yet, he also did not voice his other suspicion - that she could've gotten someone else to pen her words for her. Yet what were those words? Despite claims of there being a note around, Magnus could not fully believe the words of a woman who many claimed did not have full control over her own mind.
Looking up as his boys arrived, he gave quick and curt instructions for them as usual, but allowed them to do their work with a huge sheet of thick cloth. It would do it's job to ensure lesser blood is seeped away, as a fifth boy gathered samples of blood in clay jars. It was Zanon's query on what had happened however, which had Magnus turning in curiosity, eyes watching the remaining women in the chambers.
The dark-haired wife of the prince had nodded in her husband's embrace, but her pale and sickly look meant she had not even attempted to speak, and allowed the sister to the Queen and the guards as assigned by her husband to bring her away after, no doubt to her chambers once again. His eyes only lingered briefly on the newly pregnant princess however, before he turned back to await the words from the remaining women, needing such information as well to proceed.
Magnus had been attending to Zanon, giving the second prince and current ruling person in Colchis with the absence of the crown prince and King, any updates he had upon his visits. Still investigating the poisons he had traced in both the dead bodies he had recently discovered, along with still collecting information regarding the mysterious foreigners he had seen in the unfortunate bout with a storm a couple of days ago, Magnus plate felt full especially with the news Tythra had given him - yet now the moment the guard's burst in, he could feel the onset of a migraine as even more work seemed to be given to him. Dead bodies tend to do that.
Yet as much as Magnus saw any hopes of a quiet evening of a dinner with his family slipping away, the Master Informer was far more responsibile then he was wanting some time off, so when Zanon took off, Magnus quickly followed behind in a similar pace. His black sandals made quick movement, but even as the second prince caught his wife, Magnus looked past the two to glance at the slave quarters to check on what exactly had them there.
Swiftly, he bowed to greet both the Queen and the slowly-senile Valaoritis matriarch. He's heard many things about the Valaoritis household, and while he did not keep very close tabs on them by any chance considering their loyalty to the royal household, it didn't mean Magnus would be clueless. He wouldn't be very good at his job now, would he? He knew that the old matriarch and mother to the Eubocris household had long since been rumored to lose her mind, and now even more so... how and when had she been allowed entrance to the Kotas household in such a manner anyhow? The Kotas household was private property, and not many were allowed in easily, even more so when Tython and Vangelis were both away.
Filing that bit of information away for later however, he made his way in having caught the tail end of the Periella's claims, yet only paying little heed to it. To be good at his job, Magnus usually trusted his eyes first, before he went into the accounts of his informants, and then lastly the closest relatives of his victims or clients.
In this case, the man's eyes made a quick cursory sweep of the area. He noted the source of the blood bubbling from the victim's mouth, and as he moved nearer to make a check of the bronzed skin of the slave, was quick to note there was little to no signs of a fight or a source of skin injury for the amount of blood. The level of congeality of the blood meant she had been dead for at least half the night. The gashes on her arm seem to show that was where the blood would come from, yet even as he took a closer look, his brows furrowing as he examined the cuts, he couldn't be entirely sure blood loss was her only cause of death.
She had not brought herself to Hades's door, that was for sure. No suicide would leave the body with their eyes wide opened - for that to happen, death had to have surprised them.
Looking up as he saw one of his men following him, he signalled at the young errand boy to go and pick up a few more of his comrades - he only trusted his trained pages to tend to bodies he wished to exmaine later, and they would swiftly return in fours to move the body to his household where Magnus would have the time to study it.
Once the young boy had ran off to find his friends, the Master Informer straightened up to look at the surroundings, his mind working so quickly one could almost see the cogs turning in his gaze as he took in all there was. The room was perfunctory, as most slave quarters were. Rare as it was, it seemed this slave, being the one owned by Zanon himself, had been given quarters to call her own. Jealousy from the rest of her peers? Likely, but also unlikely due to the knife that had been found with the body. Kitchen knives were common, but Magnus made a quick mental note to talk to the kitchen, as he swept the room. Little decorations, a little pile of clothing in a corner... the table was dusty. Obviously underused.
"I concur. The slave would not have known to read or write. Ariah of Leiale had been of Judean descent, but she is of a poor family. Judean women are skilled in domestic tasks, but not permitted to attend scholarly pursuits." While Magnus did not mention it out loud, it was clear he doubted a slave would have been able to afford lessons to learn how to read or write, especially not in a Grecian pen. Yet, he also did not voice his other suspicion - that she could've gotten someone else to pen her words for her. Yet what were those words? Despite claims of there being a note around, Magnus could not fully believe the words of a woman who many claimed did not have full control over her own mind.
Looking up as his boys arrived, he gave quick and curt instructions for them as usual, but allowed them to do their work with a huge sheet of thick cloth. It would do it's job to ensure lesser blood is seeped away, as a fifth boy gathered samples of blood in clay jars. It was Zanon's query on what had happened however, which had Magnus turning in curiosity, eyes watching the remaining women in the chambers.
The dark-haired wife of the prince had nodded in her husband's embrace, but her pale and sickly look meant she had not even attempted to speak, and allowed the sister to the Queen and the guards as assigned by her husband to bring her away after, no doubt to her chambers once again. His eyes only lingered briefly on the newly pregnant princess however, before he turned back to await the words from the remaining women, needing such information as well to proceed.
Yanni was relieved that her sister in law had taken care of sending for the master informer. It only meant that Magnus would make it there faster and perhaps important information could be taken from the scene before it was moved or altered on accident by the guards who were in the room. She turned her focus to Evras and her comfort. The woman did not need to be here, clearly the sights and smells were too much for the pregnant woman, and in this Yanni could not blame her. There was only so much strength a woman could have, especially a woman burdened with a child.
She was content as Evras seemed to be wordlessly following what was said and turned to leave, but then for some strange reason Periella of Valaoritis was approaching and Evras seemed to be having a dizzy spell and Yanni felt overwhelmed. She felt like recently everything had been overwhelming and this was just another stone in the pile that she felt like was crushing her.
Yanni heard vaguely what the woman had said, but her focus was on her daughter in law who was not looking well, and it seemed that Tythra was dealing with Periella anyways. It was no real secret that the woman was not of proper mind, and as innocent as she was, Yanni did not have the patience to deal with her in the moment.
But before Yanni could do much but start to approach Evras, Tythra was ushering Evras away and assuring Yanni that she would be taken care of and Yanni was left unsure of what exactly she should do in the moment. She supposed she should just wait there for Magnus’ arrival, so the two of them could talk.
“Zanon.” She said as her son approached, feeling relieved to see him there and safe.
He had about as many questions as she had.
“There was no letter that I nor the guards spotted.” She said in a low voice to Zanon, giving him a look that said everything that needed to be said about Periella and her insistence that there was a letter. If there was a letter, Yanni would have known about it.
“I have sent guards to seek out the remaining family members in the house and ensure their safety. We will hear word that Dion is safe soon enough.” She assured him, putting a hand on her sons arm and giving it a squeeze to reassure him.
“Nothing has happened in the time since I have been here. Just people arriving and walking through the scene.” She said, pointedly as she noticed the blood all over her sons shoes.
Yanni was not upset as Magnus only greeted her with a simple bow, he had much more important matters to attend to in the moment than an inflated greeting to the Queen.
Her attention turned to Magnus as he awaited an answer of what had happened before their arrival.
“I do not have any further information. I arrived, Tythra was here as was Evras. We sent for you both and sent guards for the other household members to ensure their safety, and Evras was escorted away because she became ill. And..” She motioned vaguely at Periella, no words needed for the situation and her.
“And then you arrived. That’s all.” She finished.
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Yanni was relieved that her sister in law had taken care of sending for the master informer. It only meant that Magnus would make it there faster and perhaps important information could be taken from the scene before it was moved or altered on accident by the guards who were in the room. She turned her focus to Evras and her comfort. The woman did not need to be here, clearly the sights and smells were too much for the pregnant woman, and in this Yanni could not blame her. There was only so much strength a woman could have, especially a woman burdened with a child.
She was content as Evras seemed to be wordlessly following what was said and turned to leave, but then for some strange reason Periella of Valaoritis was approaching and Evras seemed to be having a dizzy spell and Yanni felt overwhelmed. She felt like recently everything had been overwhelming and this was just another stone in the pile that she felt like was crushing her.
Yanni heard vaguely what the woman had said, but her focus was on her daughter in law who was not looking well, and it seemed that Tythra was dealing with Periella anyways. It was no real secret that the woman was not of proper mind, and as innocent as she was, Yanni did not have the patience to deal with her in the moment.
But before Yanni could do much but start to approach Evras, Tythra was ushering Evras away and assuring Yanni that she would be taken care of and Yanni was left unsure of what exactly she should do in the moment. She supposed she should just wait there for Magnus’ arrival, so the two of them could talk.
“Zanon.” She said as her son approached, feeling relieved to see him there and safe.
He had about as many questions as she had.
“There was no letter that I nor the guards spotted.” She said in a low voice to Zanon, giving him a look that said everything that needed to be said about Periella and her insistence that there was a letter. If there was a letter, Yanni would have known about it.
“I have sent guards to seek out the remaining family members in the house and ensure their safety. We will hear word that Dion is safe soon enough.” She assured him, putting a hand on her sons arm and giving it a squeeze to reassure him.
“Nothing has happened in the time since I have been here. Just people arriving and walking through the scene.” She said, pointedly as she noticed the blood all over her sons shoes.
Yanni was not upset as Magnus only greeted her with a simple bow, he had much more important matters to attend to in the moment than an inflated greeting to the Queen.
Her attention turned to Magnus as he awaited an answer of what had happened before their arrival.
“I do not have any further information. I arrived, Tythra was here as was Evras. We sent for you both and sent guards for the other household members to ensure their safety, and Evras was escorted away because she became ill. And..” She motioned vaguely at Periella, no words needed for the situation and her.
“And then you arrived. That’s all.” She finished.
Yanni was relieved that her sister in law had taken care of sending for the master informer. It only meant that Magnus would make it there faster and perhaps important information could be taken from the scene before it was moved or altered on accident by the guards who were in the room. She turned her focus to Evras and her comfort. The woman did not need to be here, clearly the sights and smells were too much for the pregnant woman, and in this Yanni could not blame her. There was only so much strength a woman could have, especially a woman burdened with a child.
She was content as Evras seemed to be wordlessly following what was said and turned to leave, but then for some strange reason Periella of Valaoritis was approaching and Evras seemed to be having a dizzy spell and Yanni felt overwhelmed. She felt like recently everything had been overwhelming and this was just another stone in the pile that she felt like was crushing her.
Yanni heard vaguely what the woman had said, but her focus was on her daughter in law who was not looking well, and it seemed that Tythra was dealing with Periella anyways. It was no real secret that the woman was not of proper mind, and as innocent as she was, Yanni did not have the patience to deal with her in the moment.
But before Yanni could do much but start to approach Evras, Tythra was ushering Evras away and assuring Yanni that she would be taken care of and Yanni was left unsure of what exactly she should do in the moment. She supposed she should just wait there for Magnus’ arrival, so the two of them could talk.
“Zanon.” She said as her son approached, feeling relieved to see him there and safe.
He had about as many questions as she had.
“There was no letter that I nor the guards spotted.” She said in a low voice to Zanon, giving him a look that said everything that needed to be said about Periella and her insistence that there was a letter. If there was a letter, Yanni would have known about it.
“I have sent guards to seek out the remaining family members in the house and ensure their safety. We will hear word that Dion is safe soon enough.” She assured him, putting a hand on her sons arm and giving it a squeeze to reassure him.
“Nothing has happened in the time since I have been here. Just people arriving and walking through the scene.” She said, pointedly as she noticed the blood all over her sons shoes.
Yanni was not upset as Magnus only greeted her with a simple bow, he had much more important matters to attend to in the moment than an inflated greeting to the Queen.
Her attention turned to Magnus as he awaited an answer of what had happened before their arrival.
“I do not have any further information. I arrived, Tythra was here as was Evras. We sent for you both and sent guards for the other household members to ensure their safety, and Evras was escorted away because she became ill. And..” She motioned vaguely at Periella, no words needed for the situation and her.
“And then you arrived. That’s all.” She finished.
The queen's words were brief and short, but they were all she had seen. With the way in which the prince stared and acted, Magnus could surmise that he had arrived not too long ago either, which meant he had far more questioning to do, and the ones currently lingering in the hallway would not help him by much.
With his mind quickly coming to the conclusion that he likely had a long day to spend within the servant quarters of the Kotas manor in order to suss out what exactly had happened, Magnus nodded to both the queen and prince, with a resolute look upon his features. "I'll see to it that we find out the culprit behind this, Your Highnesses." he murmured. Magnus was a man of his word, for if he was not he would never have gotten his job. Even if it took a long time, he'd eventually find out. If a murdered was daring enough to perform such an act within the Kotas manor itself... there was no telling what else could happen.
"For now, please ensure protection is with you regardless of where you go." While it wasn't protocol to have guards dog a royal's every step, this was a time when Magnus would like to suggest such a measure. With the recent deaths and the absence of the King and Crown Prince, especially with all of this happening on the heels of the King's supposed death, Magnus just had an uneasy feeling one needed to be far more cautious at these times.
Taking one last look at the bloody floor, Magnus turned to one of his boys, and murmured quiet instructions before turning back to the Queen. "I shall report to you my findings as soon as I am able to. For now, if you would permit, I would have to speak to a few people within the household." the Master Informer asked, waiting for permission to be granted before he took his departure. There was little chance the Queen would reject such a request, of course, as Magnus had been nothing but reliable in the length of his service to the crown family, but Magnus was simply polite to a fault.
That, and he was scheduled to spend an unusually long day in the quarters of the royal family.
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The queen's words were brief and short, but they were all she had seen. With the way in which the prince stared and acted, Magnus could surmise that he had arrived not too long ago either, which meant he had far more questioning to do, and the ones currently lingering in the hallway would not help him by much.
With his mind quickly coming to the conclusion that he likely had a long day to spend within the servant quarters of the Kotas manor in order to suss out what exactly had happened, Magnus nodded to both the queen and prince, with a resolute look upon his features. "I'll see to it that we find out the culprit behind this, Your Highnesses." he murmured. Magnus was a man of his word, for if he was not he would never have gotten his job. Even if it took a long time, he'd eventually find out. If a murdered was daring enough to perform such an act within the Kotas manor itself... there was no telling what else could happen.
"For now, please ensure protection is with you regardless of where you go." While it wasn't protocol to have guards dog a royal's every step, this was a time when Magnus would like to suggest such a measure. With the recent deaths and the absence of the King and Crown Prince, especially with all of this happening on the heels of the King's supposed death, Magnus just had an uneasy feeling one needed to be far more cautious at these times.
Taking one last look at the bloody floor, Magnus turned to one of his boys, and murmured quiet instructions before turning back to the Queen. "I shall report to you my findings as soon as I am able to. For now, if you would permit, I would have to speak to a few people within the household." the Master Informer asked, waiting for permission to be granted before he took his departure. There was little chance the Queen would reject such a request, of course, as Magnus had been nothing but reliable in the length of his service to the crown family, but Magnus was simply polite to a fault.
That, and he was scheduled to spend an unusually long day in the quarters of the royal family.
The queen's words were brief and short, but they were all she had seen. With the way in which the prince stared and acted, Magnus could surmise that he had arrived not too long ago either, which meant he had far more questioning to do, and the ones currently lingering in the hallway would not help him by much.
With his mind quickly coming to the conclusion that he likely had a long day to spend within the servant quarters of the Kotas manor in order to suss out what exactly had happened, Magnus nodded to both the queen and prince, with a resolute look upon his features. "I'll see to it that we find out the culprit behind this, Your Highnesses." he murmured. Magnus was a man of his word, for if he was not he would never have gotten his job. Even if it took a long time, he'd eventually find out. If a murdered was daring enough to perform such an act within the Kotas manor itself... there was no telling what else could happen.
"For now, please ensure protection is with you regardless of where you go." While it wasn't protocol to have guards dog a royal's every step, this was a time when Magnus would like to suggest such a measure. With the recent deaths and the absence of the King and Crown Prince, especially with all of this happening on the heels of the King's supposed death, Magnus just had an uneasy feeling one needed to be far more cautious at these times.
Taking one last look at the bloody floor, Magnus turned to one of his boys, and murmured quiet instructions before turning back to the Queen. "I shall report to you my findings as soon as I am able to. For now, if you would permit, I would have to speak to a few people within the household." the Master Informer asked, waiting for permission to be granted before he took his departure. There was little chance the Queen would reject such a request, of course, as Magnus had been nothing but reliable in the length of his service to the crown family, but Magnus was simply polite to a fault.
That, and he was scheduled to spend an unusually long day in the quarters of the royal family.