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She had always been a flighty little thing, easily swayed by emotions, and a devout follower of the goddess Aphrodite. From the way Emilia had reacted to Persephone's engagement to Iason, there was no secret about the fact that the young princess hoped, as improbable as it may be, that her own marriage would not be one of political gain and convenience, but that she would be able to pick one that she truly loved.
Luckily for her, her sister was likely to follow her wishes as best as she can, as she has yet to force Emilia to anyone the young girl did not fancy. So she was left to fall for any handsome, charming gentleman who presented themselves to her.
Hearing of his responsibilities made her smile. If he knew his duties, he could not be that bad, now could he? Emilia watched her sister slaved over her duty as crown princess, and while she did not envy Persephone, she knew of the values that a good baron should have, and here Lord Rafail seemed to be displaying one of them. Her smile was sweet with an appropriate injection of shy regret in them, as she gave a small, eager nod. "I'm sure my father would not mine if tis your company I were to visit Thesnia in." she encouraged, lacing her fingers to her back.
Looking at him as he stepped back, her smile now turned to a bright, cheerful one to match his beaming expression, and she gave a light and polite nod, waving a hand to one of the lady's maids that would always be hovering at the peripheral of her presence, but far enough away to not hear of their conversation. "Ella, please escort Lord Rafail to the entrance of the Palati." she murmured, her gaze never wavering from Rafail as she addressed him next."I would be delighted to, Lord Rafail."
And with that, the young princess turned to leave, heading up the stairs and ensuring he was well out of earshot before she gave a little happy twirl in place, and made immediate plans to see Persephone once her sister had return. Oh the young girl had much to tell her sister.
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She had always been a flighty little thing, easily swayed by emotions, and a devout follower of the goddess Aphrodite. From the way Emilia had reacted to Persephone's engagement to Iason, there was no secret about the fact that the young princess hoped, as improbable as it may be, that her own marriage would not be one of political gain and convenience, but that she would be able to pick one that she truly loved.
Luckily for her, her sister was likely to follow her wishes as best as she can, as she has yet to force Emilia to anyone the young girl did not fancy. So she was left to fall for any handsome, charming gentleman who presented themselves to her.
Hearing of his responsibilities made her smile. If he knew his duties, he could not be that bad, now could he? Emilia watched her sister slaved over her duty as crown princess, and while she did not envy Persephone, she knew of the values that a good baron should have, and here Lord Rafail seemed to be displaying one of them. Her smile was sweet with an appropriate injection of shy regret in them, as she gave a small, eager nod. "I'm sure my father would not mine if tis your company I were to visit Thesnia in." she encouraged, lacing her fingers to her back.
Looking at him as he stepped back, her smile now turned to a bright, cheerful one to match his beaming expression, and she gave a light and polite nod, waving a hand to one of the lady's maids that would always be hovering at the peripheral of her presence, but far enough away to not hear of their conversation. "Ella, please escort Lord Rafail to the entrance of the Palati." she murmured, her gaze never wavering from Rafail as she addressed him next."I would be delighted to, Lord Rafail."
And with that, the young princess turned to leave, heading up the stairs and ensuring he was well out of earshot before she gave a little happy twirl in place, and made immediate plans to see Persephone once her sister had return. Oh the young girl had much to tell her sister.
She had always been a flighty little thing, easily swayed by emotions, and a devout follower of the goddess Aphrodite. From the way Emilia had reacted to Persephone's engagement to Iason, there was no secret about the fact that the young princess hoped, as improbable as it may be, that her own marriage would not be one of political gain and convenience, but that she would be able to pick one that she truly loved.
Luckily for her, her sister was likely to follow her wishes as best as she can, as she has yet to force Emilia to anyone the young girl did not fancy. So she was left to fall for any handsome, charming gentleman who presented themselves to her.
Hearing of his responsibilities made her smile. If he knew his duties, he could not be that bad, now could he? Emilia watched her sister slaved over her duty as crown princess, and while she did not envy Persephone, she knew of the values that a good baron should have, and here Lord Rafail seemed to be displaying one of them. Her smile was sweet with an appropriate injection of shy regret in them, as she gave a small, eager nod. "I'm sure my father would not mine if tis your company I were to visit Thesnia in." she encouraged, lacing her fingers to her back.
Looking at him as he stepped back, her smile now turned to a bright, cheerful one to match his beaming expression, and she gave a light and polite nod, waving a hand to one of the lady's maids that would always be hovering at the peripheral of her presence, but far enough away to not hear of their conversation. "Ella, please escort Lord Rafail to the entrance of the Palati." she murmured, her gaze never wavering from Rafail as she addressed him next."I would be delighted to, Lord Rafail."
And with that, the young princess turned to leave, heading up the stairs and ensuring he was well out of earshot before she gave a little happy twirl in place, and made immediate plans to see Persephone once her sister had return. Oh the young girl had much to tell her sister.
She had always been a flighty little thing, easily swayed by emotions, and a devout follower of the goddess Aphrodite. From the way Emilia had reacted to Persephone's engagement to Iason, there was no secret about the fact that the young princess hoped, as improbable as it may be, that her own marriage would not be one of political gain and convenience, but that she would be able to pick one that she truly loved.
Luckily for her, her sister was likely to follow her wishes as best as she can, as she has yet to force Emilia to anyone the young girl did not fancy. So she was left to fall for any handsome, charming gentleman who presented themselves to her.
Hearing of his responsibilities made her smile. If he knew his duties, he could not be that bad, now could he? Emilia watched her sister slaved over her duty as crown princess, and while she did not envy Persephone, she knew of the values that a good baron should have, and here Lord Rafail seemed to be displaying one of them. Her smile was sweet with an appropriate injection of shy regret in them, as she gave a small, eager nod. "I'm sure my father would not mine if tis your company I were to visit Thesnia in." she encouraged, lacing her fingers to her back.
Looking at him as he stepped back, her smile now turned to a bright, cheerful one to match his beaming expression, and she gave a light and polite nod, waving a hand to one of the lady's maids that would always be hovering at the peripheral of her presence, but far enough away to not hear of their conversation. "Ella, please escort Lord Rafail to the entrance of the Palati." she murmured, her gaze never wavering from Rafail as she addressed him next."I would be delighted to, Lord Rafail."
And with that, the young princess turned to leave, heading up the stairs and ensuring he was well out of earshot before she gave a little happy twirl in place, and made immediate plans to see Persephone once her sister had return. Oh the young girl had much to tell her sister.
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She had always been a flighty little thing, easily swayed by emotions, and a devout follower of the goddess Aphrodite. From the way Emilia had reacted to Persephone's engagement to Iason, there was no secret about the fact that the young princess hoped, as improbable as it may be, that her own marriage would not be one of political gain and convenience, but that she would be able to pick one that she truly loved.
Luckily for her, her sister was likely to follow her wishes as best as she can, as she has yet to force Emilia to anyone the young girl did not fancy. So she was left to fall for any handsome, charming gentleman who presented themselves to her.
Hearing of his responsibilities made her smile. If he knew his duties, he could not be that bad, now could he? Emilia watched her sister slaved over her duty as crown princess, and while she did not envy Persephone, she knew of the values that a good baron should have, and here Lord Rafail seemed to be displaying one of them. Her smile was sweet with an appropriate injection of shy regret in them, as she gave a small, eager nod. "I'm sure my father would not mine if tis your company I were to visit Thesnia in." she encouraged, lacing her fingers to her back.
Looking at him as he stepped back, her smile now turned to a bright, cheerful one to match his beaming expression, and she gave a light and polite nod, waving a hand to one of the lady's maids that would always be hovering at the peripheral of her presence, but far enough away to not hear of their conversation. "Ella, please escort Lord Rafail to the entrance of the Palati." she murmured, her gaze never wavering from Rafail as she addressed him next."I would be delighted to, Lord Rafail."
And with that, the young princess turned to leave, heading up the stairs and ensuring he was well out of earshot before she gave a little happy twirl in place, and made immediate plans to see Persephone once her sister had return. Oh the young girl had much to tell her sister.
She had always been a flighty little thing, easily swayed by emotions, and a devout follower of the goddess Aphrodite. From the way Emilia had reacted to Persephone's engagement to Iason, there was no secret about the fact that the young princess hoped, as improbable as it may be, that her own marriage would not be one of political gain and convenience, but that she would be able to pick one that she truly loved.
Luckily for her, her sister was likely to follow her wishes as best as she can, as she has yet to force Emilia to anyone the young girl did not fancy. So she was left to fall for any handsome, charming gentleman who presented themselves to her.
Hearing of his responsibilities made her smile. If he knew his duties, he could not be that bad, now could he? Emilia watched her sister slaved over her duty as crown princess, and while she did not envy Persephone, she knew of the values that a good baron should have, and here Lord Rafail seemed to be displaying one of them. Her smile was sweet with an appropriate injection of shy regret in them, as she gave a small, eager nod. "I'm sure my father would not mine if tis your company I were to visit Thesnia in." she encouraged, lacing her fingers to her back.
Looking at him as he stepped back, her smile now turned to a bright, cheerful one to match his beaming expression, and she gave a light and polite nod, waving a hand to one of the lady's maids that would always be hovering at the peripheral of her presence, but far enough away to not hear of their conversation. "Ella, please escort Lord Rafail to the entrance of the Palati." she murmured, her gaze never wavering from Rafail as she addressed him next."I would be delighted to, Lord Rafail."
And with that, the young princess turned to leave, heading up the stairs and ensuring he was well out of earshot before she gave a little happy twirl in place, and made immediate plans to see Persephone once her sister had return. Oh the young girl had much to tell her sister.