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Persephone had gone to speak with his father, and though Iason was tempted to simply linger outside the door and listen in, he forced himself instead to seek distraction elsewhere. Dorothea had walked with his fiancee while he spoke with their father, and so he went to seek her opinion and spend time with the sister he hadn't thought he would see for years after he'd left. It didn't take him long to find her, she was predictable as always and he grinned to see that not so much had changed in the months since he'd seen her last.
The tree was one they'd called their Reading Tree when they were young, and tutors many a time ended up beneath its branches with the Dimitrou children in order to get them to learn anything. It was close enough to the house that the tutors didn't have to lug their things too far, but with a view of the paddocks and forests beyond and though Iason would have preferred to take his books onto the back of one of his favorite horses when he'd been younger, that was frowned upon by those who insisted he focus their way.
"Morning, sister."
He blanched slightly as he remembered the state of him when she'd walked into Persephone's room that morning, bracing himself for the many barbs he knew would be thrown his way. Somehow they'd managed breakfast without her entirely demolishing his sense of self-confidence, but there were no further guarantees now they were alone. Still, he owed her some sort of explanation and apology for his very un-Iasonlike behavior earlier.
"How have the foals grown since I left? Is the black one still bandy-legged or has he grown into himself yet?"
Horses were a familiar and comfortable topic in the Dimitrou clan. For all their bloodstock was not so fine looking as their rival Leventi, in his opinion there were no grander horses than those that had been bred and brought up by the trainers and staff in his father's house. In fact, he had been thinking that now he'd returned both he and Persephone needed new mounts and Doro was the best eye for them aside from his father himself.
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Persephone had gone to speak with his father, and though Iason was tempted to simply linger outside the door and listen in, he forced himself instead to seek distraction elsewhere. Dorothea had walked with his fiancee while he spoke with their father, and so he went to seek her opinion and spend time with the sister he hadn't thought he would see for years after he'd left. It didn't take him long to find her, she was predictable as always and he grinned to see that not so much had changed in the months since he'd seen her last.
The tree was one they'd called their Reading Tree when they were young, and tutors many a time ended up beneath its branches with the Dimitrou children in order to get them to learn anything. It was close enough to the house that the tutors didn't have to lug their things too far, but with a view of the paddocks and forests beyond and though Iason would have preferred to take his books onto the back of one of his favorite horses when he'd been younger, that was frowned upon by those who insisted he focus their way.
"Morning, sister."
He blanched slightly as he remembered the state of him when she'd walked into Persephone's room that morning, bracing himself for the many barbs he knew would be thrown his way. Somehow they'd managed breakfast without her entirely demolishing his sense of self-confidence, but there were no further guarantees now they were alone. Still, he owed her some sort of explanation and apology for his very un-Iasonlike behavior earlier.
"How have the foals grown since I left? Is the black one still bandy-legged or has he grown into himself yet?"
Horses were a familiar and comfortable topic in the Dimitrou clan. For all their bloodstock was not so fine looking as their rival Leventi, in his opinion there were no grander horses than those that had been bred and brought up by the trainers and staff in his father's house. In fact, he had been thinking that now he'd returned both he and Persephone needed new mounts and Doro was the best eye for them aside from his father himself.
Persephone had gone to speak with his father, and though Iason was tempted to simply linger outside the door and listen in, he forced himself instead to seek distraction elsewhere. Dorothea had walked with his fiancee while he spoke with their father, and so he went to seek her opinion and spend time with the sister he hadn't thought he would see for years after he'd left. It didn't take him long to find her, she was predictable as always and he grinned to see that not so much had changed in the months since he'd seen her last.
The tree was one they'd called their Reading Tree when they were young, and tutors many a time ended up beneath its branches with the Dimitrou children in order to get them to learn anything. It was close enough to the house that the tutors didn't have to lug their things too far, but with a view of the paddocks and forests beyond and though Iason would have preferred to take his books onto the back of one of his favorite horses when he'd been younger, that was frowned upon by those who insisted he focus their way.
"Morning, sister."
He blanched slightly as he remembered the state of him when she'd walked into Persephone's room that morning, bracing himself for the many barbs he knew would be thrown his way. Somehow they'd managed breakfast without her entirely demolishing his sense of self-confidence, but there were no further guarantees now they were alone. Still, he owed her some sort of explanation and apology for his very un-Iasonlike behavior earlier.
"How have the foals grown since I left? Is the black one still bandy-legged or has he grown into himself yet?"
Horses were a familiar and comfortable topic in the Dimitrou clan. For all their bloodstock was not so fine looking as their rival Leventi, in his opinion there were no grander horses than those that had been bred and brought up by the trainers and staff in his father's house. In fact, he had been thinking that now he'd returned both he and Persephone needed new mounts and Doro was the best eye for them aside from his father himself.
After her walk with the queen this morning, Dorothea found she had quite a bit to mull over. Yet, there was one opinion she was still missing—Iason’s. They had spent only moments together since his return and in particular, this morning was not their finest. Rather than seek him out, she took a book and made her way to their Reading Tree. It would serve as a distraction until he thought to look for her, which she hoped would be soon. Until then, she figured she may as well brush up on their library’s offerings of Athenia. It would do well to feel more current on the place, although the absolute most current news was currently having a discussion with her father.
“Is it still morning?” she remarked, giving him a sly smile. “I feel as though I have experienced a thousand things and yet the sun has not even reached it’s peak.” She teased him, in part, because she must. She was his sister and although she was not planning on sharing what she had seen this morning with anyone else, she had to give him some trouble for it. Initially, she had found the state of undress her brother had been in to be shocking, but that had rather worn off by now and was funnier than anything. Dorothea noted the look on his face as he seemed to remember it, somewhat glad his embarrassment hadn’t worn off! He knew their household in the mornings. Why should he expect to be left alone? More likely, he was too distracted to remember that, she thought wryly.
Rather than tease him more, Doro let Iason ask his question, guiding the conversation into safer territory. And horses she could talk about all day. “We call him Onyx now,” she told her brother, thinking fondly of the weanling colt. They had thought him hopeless for the first several months of his life, but Dorothea had convinced their trainers not to give up, even taking a personal stake in his training. It had certainly paid off when the young horse finally found his legs.
“He gave us some trouble for awhile, but he’s come around,” she told Iason. “I think he’ll make a fine colt, given more time. He’s approaching a year soon enough and the real work will begin. Onyx can be quite the trickster, but he’s sweet as a button once he gets to know you. Would you like to go see him?” She wanted to do more than talk about horses, but if that was the way to start the conversation, then Dorothea was on her way.
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After her walk with the queen this morning, Dorothea found she had quite a bit to mull over. Yet, there was one opinion she was still missing—Iason’s. They had spent only moments together since his return and in particular, this morning was not their finest. Rather than seek him out, she took a book and made her way to their Reading Tree. It would serve as a distraction until he thought to look for her, which she hoped would be soon. Until then, she figured she may as well brush up on their library’s offerings of Athenia. It would do well to feel more current on the place, although the absolute most current news was currently having a discussion with her father.
“Is it still morning?” she remarked, giving him a sly smile. “I feel as though I have experienced a thousand things and yet the sun has not even reached it’s peak.” She teased him, in part, because she must. She was his sister and although she was not planning on sharing what she had seen this morning with anyone else, she had to give him some trouble for it. Initially, she had found the state of undress her brother had been in to be shocking, but that had rather worn off by now and was funnier than anything. Dorothea noted the look on his face as he seemed to remember it, somewhat glad his embarrassment hadn’t worn off! He knew their household in the mornings. Why should he expect to be left alone? More likely, he was too distracted to remember that, she thought wryly.
Rather than tease him more, Doro let Iason ask his question, guiding the conversation into safer territory. And horses she could talk about all day. “We call him Onyx now,” she told her brother, thinking fondly of the weanling colt. They had thought him hopeless for the first several months of his life, but Dorothea had convinced their trainers not to give up, even taking a personal stake in his training. It had certainly paid off when the young horse finally found his legs.
“He gave us some trouble for awhile, but he’s come around,” she told Iason. “I think he’ll make a fine colt, given more time. He’s approaching a year soon enough and the real work will begin. Onyx can be quite the trickster, but he’s sweet as a button once he gets to know you. Would you like to go see him?” She wanted to do more than talk about horses, but if that was the way to start the conversation, then Dorothea was on her way.
After her walk with the queen this morning, Dorothea found she had quite a bit to mull over. Yet, there was one opinion she was still missing—Iason’s. They had spent only moments together since his return and in particular, this morning was not their finest. Rather than seek him out, she took a book and made her way to their Reading Tree. It would serve as a distraction until he thought to look for her, which she hoped would be soon. Until then, she figured she may as well brush up on their library’s offerings of Athenia. It would do well to feel more current on the place, although the absolute most current news was currently having a discussion with her father.
“Is it still morning?” she remarked, giving him a sly smile. “I feel as though I have experienced a thousand things and yet the sun has not even reached it’s peak.” She teased him, in part, because she must. She was his sister and although she was not planning on sharing what she had seen this morning with anyone else, she had to give him some trouble for it. Initially, she had found the state of undress her brother had been in to be shocking, but that had rather worn off by now and was funnier than anything. Dorothea noted the look on his face as he seemed to remember it, somewhat glad his embarrassment hadn’t worn off! He knew their household in the mornings. Why should he expect to be left alone? More likely, he was too distracted to remember that, she thought wryly.
Rather than tease him more, Doro let Iason ask his question, guiding the conversation into safer territory. And horses she could talk about all day. “We call him Onyx now,” she told her brother, thinking fondly of the weanling colt. They had thought him hopeless for the first several months of his life, but Dorothea had convinced their trainers not to give up, even taking a personal stake in his training. It had certainly paid off when the young horse finally found his legs.
“He gave us some trouble for awhile, but he’s come around,” she told Iason. “I think he’ll make a fine colt, given more time. He’s approaching a year soon enough and the real work will begin. Onyx can be quite the trickster, but he’s sweet as a button once he gets to know you. Would you like to go see him?” She wanted to do more than talk about horses, but if that was the way to start the conversation, then Dorothea was on her way.
Her smile didn't pass his notice, and Iason felt his face heating uncomfortably, shifting his weight from one foot to another and choosing to pointedly ignore her sly comment. He would no doubt have to deal with this for months, if not years from now as Dorothea reminded him constantly of his shameful morning in one way or another. It wasn't even as if he had done anything wrong, they were engaged after all, and aside from kisses and a few touches that had been less than chaste, both of their honors and virginities were very much intact. Not that he needed to explain this to her, he would very much prefer she know far less than she already did about his sex life.
"According to the dial, yes. Though barely."
Iason was relieved when the change of topic he offered took, and grinned to hear that the colt was doing well. Of course he would have recovered and begun to grow well, when a Dimitrou took an interest in a horse and time to work with them, they flourished under the attention. It was one of the reasons he believed their animals to be of superior quality than the Leventi stock. They were raised with love and genuine respect and care, none of the family themselves were above spending a night in a stall to help hand raise a foal or watch an ill or injured animal.
"Onyx, I'd love to see him. And the others. The Athenians don't have much to do with horses, I'll need to spend weeks in the stables just to feel I've caught up on time."
Holding out a hand to help her to her feet, the siblings made their way towards the stables and pastures that sprawled across the clearings in the woods, and Iason grinned at the sight of the beasts that had been turned out that morning to take their exercise. He recognized several old favorites, including the bay gelding that had been his personal mount before he left. Clicking his tongue, he was delighted to see the horse lift his head in recognition, ears swiveling until he caught sight of the two approaching the fence and kicking up his heels in a burst of energy before trotting up close. Iason in turn found himself picking up his pace and once at the fence found the bay's head pressed to his chest in an affectionate greeting.
"Ahh I missed you old boy. It's been too long."
The baron turned back to his sister with a grin, the sounds of a few weanlings bickering and squealing from the next gate over catching his attention next. Doro hadn't been wrong, the little black colt looked far better than he had when Iason had left, his legs had all but straightened out and for all his ears were currently pinned back as he made a move to nip at the rump of another he was still a handsome fellow.
"They look grand."
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Her smile didn't pass his notice, and Iason felt his face heating uncomfortably, shifting his weight from one foot to another and choosing to pointedly ignore her sly comment. He would no doubt have to deal with this for months, if not years from now as Dorothea reminded him constantly of his shameful morning in one way or another. It wasn't even as if he had done anything wrong, they were engaged after all, and aside from kisses and a few touches that had been less than chaste, both of their honors and virginities were very much intact. Not that he needed to explain this to her, he would very much prefer she know far less than she already did about his sex life.
"According to the dial, yes. Though barely."
Iason was relieved when the change of topic he offered took, and grinned to hear that the colt was doing well. Of course he would have recovered and begun to grow well, when a Dimitrou took an interest in a horse and time to work with them, they flourished under the attention. It was one of the reasons he believed their animals to be of superior quality than the Leventi stock. They were raised with love and genuine respect and care, none of the family themselves were above spending a night in a stall to help hand raise a foal or watch an ill or injured animal.
"Onyx, I'd love to see him. And the others. The Athenians don't have much to do with horses, I'll need to spend weeks in the stables just to feel I've caught up on time."
Holding out a hand to help her to her feet, the siblings made their way towards the stables and pastures that sprawled across the clearings in the woods, and Iason grinned at the sight of the beasts that had been turned out that morning to take their exercise. He recognized several old favorites, including the bay gelding that had been his personal mount before he left. Clicking his tongue, he was delighted to see the horse lift his head in recognition, ears swiveling until he caught sight of the two approaching the fence and kicking up his heels in a burst of energy before trotting up close. Iason in turn found himself picking up his pace and once at the fence found the bay's head pressed to his chest in an affectionate greeting.
"Ahh I missed you old boy. It's been too long."
The baron turned back to his sister with a grin, the sounds of a few weanlings bickering and squealing from the next gate over catching his attention next. Doro hadn't been wrong, the little black colt looked far better than he had when Iason had left, his legs had all but straightened out and for all his ears were currently pinned back as he made a move to nip at the rump of another he was still a handsome fellow.
"They look grand."
Her smile didn't pass his notice, and Iason felt his face heating uncomfortably, shifting his weight from one foot to another and choosing to pointedly ignore her sly comment. He would no doubt have to deal with this for months, if not years from now as Dorothea reminded him constantly of his shameful morning in one way or another. It wasn't even as if he had done anything wrong, they were engaged after all, and aside from kisses and a few touches that had been less than chaste, both of their honors and virginities were very much intact. Not that he needed to explain this to her, he would very much prefer she know far less than she already did about his sex life.
"According to the dial, yes. Though barely."
Iason was relieved when the change of topic he offered took, and grinned to hear that the colt was doing well. Of course he would have recovered and begun to grow well, when a Dimitrou took an interest in a horse and time to work with them, they flourished under the attention. It was one of the reasons he believed their animals to be of superior quality than the Leventi stock. They were raised with love and genuine respect and care, none of the family themselves were above spending a night in a stall to help hand raise a foal or watch an ill or injured animal.
"Onyx, I'd love to see him. And the others. The Athenians don't have much to do with horses, I'll need to spend weeks in the stables just to feel I've caught up on time."
Holding out a hand to help her to her feet, the siblings made their way towards the stables and pastures that sprawled across the clearings in the woods, and Iason grinned at the sight of the beasts that had been turned out that morning to take their exercise. He recognized several old favorites, including the bay gelding that had been his personal mount before he left. Clicking his tongue, he was delighted to see the horse lift his head in recognition, ears swiveling until he caught sight of the two approaching the fence and kicking up his heels in a burst of energy before trotting up close. Iason in turn found himself picking up his pace and once at the fence found the bay's head pressed to his chest in an affectionate greeting.
"Ahh I missed you old boy. It's been too long."
The baron turned back to his sister with a grin, the sounds of a few weanlings bickering and squealing from the next gate over catching his attention next. Doro hadn't been wrong, the little black colt looked far better than he had when Iason had left, his legs had all but straightened out and for all his ears were currently pinned back as he made a move to nip at the rump of another he was still a handsome fellow.
"They look grand."
Dorothea could see her comment and smile had it’s intended effect to embarrass her brother, watching a blush creeping up on his face. This would be something she might just be brining up for awhile, however that was all she would say for the moment. It was all good fun to tease her brother, but he was back when she was not expecting to see him for many years. So, she would leave most of her teasing aside in order to enjoy her time with him. Although he was back, with a deposed betrothed in tow, Dorothea was uncertain for how long he would stay. She didn’t just mean how long before he went to his own estate, but how long before he left the country again. For now, Persephone was in mourning, but what about later? When the words of revenge began to whisper in her ear? Dorothea knew another strong-willed woman when she saw her. She was not sure Persephone intended to remain her forever. Despite whatever the woman had promised Dorothea’s brother in the moment.
For now, however, Dorothea wouldn’t worry about that. Not in this moment. It was wonderful to have Iason back and she would enjoy as much of that as she could. So, she took his hand, getting to her feet and together they moved in the direction of the stables.
“That’s a shame,” she remarked, referring to the Athenians’ lack of affinity for horses. “They don’t know what they’re missing out on.” The two moved together towards the stables, entering after several minutes. Dorothea felt as though she had a million questions about Athenia, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend the first of them asking why they didn’t care for horses.
Dorothea smiled as Iason lit up when they entered the pastures near the stables. His old gelding perked up at Iason’s whistle and made his way over. Her own gelding, a particular friend of Iason’s also made his way over, spotting his mistress. She grinned, reaching out to him as he begged for his own attention. “Yes, you and I have a date later, don’t you worry,” she told her mount. “You think they’re starved for attention they way they act,” she grinned, directing that to Iason. “I promise, we’ve taken care of them.”
It wasn’t long before the young ones caught Iason’s attention and his eyes traveled in that direction, taking in the sight. Dorothea gave her own mount another pat before heading towards Onyx. She gave a whistle and he perked up at the sight of her, moving over to the fence, away from the playmate he’d been bothering.
“I can hardly take all the credit,” she told her brother. “Though Onyx and I have spent a fair many days together.” She rested a hand on his head, indicating to Iason that he ought to come over. “He likes me better than most, but he’s learning to trust others. Come, let’s see how he does with you.”
She still had a dozen questions for her brother, but they could wait. At least a few minutes more. For now, it was nice to simply enjoy spending time together.
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Dorothea could see her comment and smile had it’s intended effect to embarrass her brother, watching a blush creeping up on his face. This would be something she might just be brining up for awhile, however that was all she would say for the moment. It was all good fun to tease her brother, but he was back when she was not expecting to see him for many years. So, she would leave most of her teasing aside in order to enjoy her time with him. Although he was back, with a deposed betrothed in tow, Dorothea was uncertain for how long he would stay. She didn’t just mean how long before he went to his own estate, but how long before he left the country again. For now, Persephone was in mourning, but what about later? When the words of revenge began to whisper in her ear? Dorothea knew another strong-willed woman when she saw her. She was not sure Persephone intended to remain her forever. Despite whatever the woman had promised Dorothea’s brother in the moment.
For now, however, Dorothea wouldn’t worry about that. Not in this moment. It was wonderful to have Iason back and she would enjoy as much of that as she could. So, she took his hand, getting to her feet and together they moved in the direction of the stables.
“That’s a shame,” she remarked, referring to the Athenians’ lack of affinity for horses. “They don’t know what they’re missing out on.” The two moved together towards the stables, entering after several minutes. Dorothea felt as though she had a million questions about Athenia, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend the first of them asking why they didn’t care for horses.
Dorothea smiled as Iason lit up when they entered the pastures near the stables. His old gelding perked up at Iason’s whistle and made his way over. Her own gelding, a particular friend of Iason’s also made his way over, spotting his mistress. She grinned, reaching out to him as he begged for his own attention. “Yes, you and I have a date later, don’t you worry,” she told her mount. “You think they’re starved for attention they way they act,” she grinned, directing that to Iason. “I promise, we’ve taken care of them.”
It wasn’t long before the young ones caught Iason’s attention and his eyes traveled in that direction, taking in the sight. Dorothea gave her own mount another pat before heading towards Onyx. She gave a whistle and he perked up at the sight of her, moving over to the fence, away from the playmate he’d been bothering.
“I can hardly take all the credit,” she told her brother. “Though Onyx and I have spent a fair many days together.” She rested a hand on his head, indicating to Iason that he ought to come over. “He likes me better than most, but he’s learning to trust others. Come, let’s see how he does with you.”
She still had a dozen questions for her brother, but they could wait. At least a few minutes more. For now, it was nice to simply enjoy spending time together.
Dorothea could see her comment and smile had it’s intended effect to embarrass her brother, watching a blush creeping up on his face. This would be something she might just be brining up for awhile, however that was all she would say for the moment. It was all good fun to tease her brother, but he was back when she was not expecting to see him for many years. So, she would leave most of her teasing aside in order to enjoy her time with him. Although he was back, with a deposed betrothed in tow, Dorothea was uncertain for how long he would stay. She didn’t just mean how long before he went to his own estate, but how long before he left the country again. For now, Persephone was in mourning, but what about later? When the words of revenge began to whisper in her ear? Dorothea knew another strong-willed woman when she saw her. She was not sure Persephone intended to remain her forever. Despite whatever the woman had promised Dorothea’s brother in the moment.
For now, however, Dorothea wouldn’t worry about that. Not in this moment. It was wonderful to have Iason back and she would enjoy as much of that as she could. So, she took his hand, getting to her feet and together they moved in the direction of the stables.
“That’s a shame,” she remarked, referring to the Athenians’ lack of affinity for horses. “They don’t know what they’re missing out on.” The two moved together towards the stables, entering after several minutes. Dorothea felt as though she had a million questions about Athenia, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend the first of them asking why they didn’t care for horses.
Dorothea smiled as Iason lit up when they entered the pastures near the stables. His old gelding perked up at Iason’s whistle and made his way over. Her own gelding, a particular friend of Iason’s also made his way over, spotting his mistress. She grinned, reaching out to him as he begged for his own attention. “Yes, you and I have a date later, don’t you worry,” she told her mount. “You think they’re starved for attention they way they act,” she grinned, directing that to Iason. “I promise, we’ve taken care of them.”
It wasn’t long before the young ones caught Iason’s attention and his eyes traveled in that direction, taking in the sight. Dorothea gave her own mount another pat before heading towards Onyx. She gave a whistle and he perked up at the sight of her, moving over to the fence, away from the playmate he’d been bothering.
“I can hardly take all the credit,” she told her brother. “Though Onyx and I have spent a fair many days together.” She rested a hand on his head, indicating to Iason that he ought to come over. “He likes me better than most, but he’s learning to trust others. Come, let’s see how he does with you.”
She still had a dozen questions for her brother, but they could wait. At least a few minutes more. For now, it was nice to simply enjoy spending time together.
Iason's heart warmed to see his old gelding still remembered him, pressing his forehead into his master's chest with a heavy exhale as if exasperated that it had taken the man so long to come back. Bucephalus had been his since they were both young, nearly thirteen years spent together had made the departure from the old boy heartbreaking. Now that he was home though, with plans to return to Chaoedia once he'd spent the proper amount of time with his family and could take up the reins of his barony once again, he could bring the bay back with him and they could be reacquainted.
Patting his sister's own mount, he gave a chuckle at her reassurance that they had been taken care of them and they weren't as starved for attention as they appeared. If there was one thing he knew about the Dimitrou family, it was that they would never treat their horses with anything but the utmost respect and love. The Leventis could claim to breed the fastest or the most beautiful, but the Dimitrou bred were the most loyal and steady, good traits for those that would be ridden into battle and used to work closely with their humans. They could do more than sprint about in a circle.
He watched Dorothea as she patted a hand on the black colt, approaching as she beckoned him and holding out the back of his hand for the little one to sniff. The foals had grown substantially since he'd last seen them, and he felt a bit of a pang in his heart that he had missed watching them grow. It was always one of his favorite ways to mark time, by seeing their progress from birth to training. Onyx pinned his ears flat for a moment but held still enough as his nostrils flared as he breathed in the unfamiliar scent of the man, hesitating before his ears relaxed slightly and his lips brushed against Iason's hand to test and see if what was offered was edible.
"You've done well. He's a handsome lad, even if he does seem to have a temper to match your feelings of men."
Shooting a look in her direction with brows that mimicked their father's whenever he spoke of the hopelessness of finding a match for Dorothea, he gave a grin to indicate his jest as he let the colt lip at his palm a moment longer, giving him a reprimanding tap when he used his teeth. Their father had little to worry about, Doro would make the choice when she was ready, and no doubt being who she was it would be only her choice. There was no use rushing any of the Dimitrou siblings into anything they didn't want to do.
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Iason's heart warmed to see his old gelding still remembered him, pressing his forehead into his master's chest with a heavy exhale as if exasperated that it had taken the man so long to come back. Bucephalus had been his since they were both young, nearly thirteen years spent together had made the departure from the old boy heartbreaking. Now that he was home though, with plans to return to Chaoedia once he'd spent the proper amount of time with his family and could take up the reins of his barony once again, he could bring the bay back with him and they could be reacquainted.
Patting his sister's own mount, he gave a chuckle at her reassurance that they had been taken care of them and they weren't as starved for attention as they appeared. If there was one thing he knew about the Dimitrou family, it was that they would never treat their horses with anything but the utmost respect and love. The Leventis could claim to breed the fastest or the most beautiful, but the Dimitrou bred were the most loyal and steady, good traits for those that would be ridden into battle and used to work closely with their humans. They could do more than sprint about in a circle.
He watched Dorothea as she patted a hand on the black colt, approaching as she beckoned him and holding out the back of his hand for the little one to sniff. The foals had grown substantially since he'd last seen them, and he felt a bit of a pang in his heart that he had missed watching them grow. It was always one of his favorite ways to mark time, by seeing their progress from birth to training. Onyx pinned his ears flat for a moment but held still enough as his nostrils flared as he breathed in the unfamiliar scent of the man, hesitating before his ears relaxed slightly and his lips brushed against Iason's hand to test and see if what was offered was edible.
"You've done well. He's a handsome lad, even if he does seem to have a temper to match your feelings of men."
Shooting a look in her direction with brows that mimicked their father's whenever he spoke of the hopelessness of finding a match for Dorothea, he gave a grin to indicate his jest as he let the colt lip at his palm a moment longer, giving him a reprimanding tap when he used his teeth. Their father had little to worry about, Doro would make the choice when she was ready, and no doubt being who she was it would be only her choice. There was no use rushing any of the Dimitrou siblings into anything they didn't want to do.
Iason's heart warmed to see his old gelding still remembered him, pressing his forehead into his master's chest with a heavy exhale as if exasperated that it had taken the man so long to come back. Bucephalus had been his since they were both young, nearly thirteen years spent together had made the departure from the old boy heartbreaking. Now that he was home though, with plans to return to Chaoedia once he'd spent the proper amount of time with his family and could take up the reins of his barony once again, he could bring the bay back with him and they could be reacquainted.
Patting his sister's own mount, he gave a chuckle at her reassurance that they had been taken care of them and they weren't as starved for attention as they appeared. If there was one thing he knew about the Dimitrou family, it was that they would never treat their horses with anything but the utmost respect and love. The Leventis could claim to breed the fastest or the most beautiful, but the Dimitrou bred were the most loyal and steady, good traits for those that would be ridden into battle and used to work closely with their humans. They could do more than sprint about in a circle.
He watched Dorothea as she patted a hand on the black colt, approaching as she beckoned him and holding out the back of his hand for the little one to sniff. The foals had grown substantially since he'd last seen them, and he felt a bit of a pang in his heart that he had missed watching them grow. It was always one of his favorite ways to mark time, by seeing their progress from birth to training. Onyx pinned his ears flat for a moment but held still enough as his nostrils flared as he breathed in the unfamiliar scent of the man, hesitating before his ears relaxed slightly and his lips brushed against Iason's hand to test and see if what was offered was edible.
"You've done well. He's a handsome lad, even if he does seem to have a temper to match your feelings of men."
Shooting a look in her direction with brows that mimicked their father's whenever he spoke of the hopelessness of finding a match for Dorothea, he gave a grin to indicate his jest as he let the colt lip at his palm a moment longer, giving him a reprimanding tap when he used his teeth. Their father had little to worry about, Doro would make the choice when she was ready, and no doubt being who she was it would be only her choice. There was no use rushing any of the Dimitrou siblings into anything they didn't want to do.
Dorothea watched carefully as Onyx approached her brother, secretly wondering what he would do. She had spent the most time with the young colt, training and nurturing him. As such, they both had a bit of a soft spot for each other. This also mean that he was hesitant with others at first, though friendly. Dorothea didn’t mind for she intended to keep him for herself. He would make a fine horse for her as he grew and she could retire her beloved mare to live out her days in their pastures.
Onyx finally relaxed, reaching towards Iason’s hand. His lips brushed the man’s hand, searching for a snack. Which, of course, was long forgotten. Iason’s mistake, Doro thought, smiling. Onyx would survive. He was spoiled, but not that spoiled.
Doro chucked at her brother’s comment, finding it to be not be untrue. “Yes, that’s why we’re so well suited for each other,” she replied, unfazed. “He and I will both live out our lives unwed and will be at our happiest.”
She gave her brother a friendly push on the arm, enjoying his Gavriil impression. “And so, to answer your question, no, Pappa has not managed to find a match for me nor convince me that I should make my best effort either. I have far better things to do with my time.” Like, not be married, she thought. Of course, Iason would understand. The Dimitrou siblings did things when they wanted, not when was expected. Although this may be a problem for some, they simply didn’t seem to mind at all.
“I won’t press you for all of the details of why you’re here yet,” she said, glancing at Iason. Onyx had moved away from the man and was back to nuzzling her, hoping for a sweet treat. “But tell me of Athenia. What was it like? Are they really all so stuffy as we’ve heard?”
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Dorothea watched carefully as Onyx approached her brother, secretly wondering what he would do. She had spent the most time with the young colt, training and nurturing him. As such, they both had a bit of a soft spot for each other. This also mean that he was hesitant with others at first, though friendly. Dorothea didn’t mind for she intended to keep him for herself. He would make a fine horse for her as he grew and she could retire her beloved mare to live out her days in their pastures.
Onyx finally relaxed, reaching towards Iason’s hand. His lips brushed the man’s hand, searching for a snack. Which, of course, was long forgotten. Iason’s mistake, Doro thought, smiling. Onyx would survive. He was spoiled, but not that spoiled.
Doro chucked at her brother’s comment, finding it to be not be untrue. “Yes, that’s why we’re so well suited for each other,” she replied, unfazed. “He and I will both live out our lives unwed and will be at our happiest.”
She gave her brother a friendly push on the arm, enjoying his Gavriil impression. “And so, to answer your question, no, Pappa has not managed to find a match for me nor convince me that I should make my best effort either. I have far better things to do with my time.” Like, not be married, she thought. Of course, Iason would understand. The Dimitrou siblings did things when they wanted, not when was expected. Although this may be a problem for some, they simply didn’t seem to mind at all.
“I won’t press you for all of the details of why you’re here yet,” she said, glancing at Iason. Onyx had moved away from the man and was back to nuzzling her, hoping for a sweet treat. “But tell me of Athenia. What was it like? Are they really all so stuffy as we’ve heard?”
Dorothea watched carefully as Onyx approached her brother, secretly wondering what he would do. She had spent the most time with the young colt, training and nurturing him. As such, they both had a bit of a soft spot for each other. This also mean that he was hesitant with others at first, though friendly. Dorothea didn’t mind for she intended to keep him for herself. He would make a fine horse for her as he grew and she could retire her beloved mare to live out her days in their pastures.
Onyx finally relaxed, reaching towards Iason’s hand. His lips brushed the man’s hand, searching for a snack. Which, of course, was long forgotten. Iason’s mistake, Doro thought, smiling. Onyx would survive. He was spoiled, but not that spoiled.
Doro chucked at her brother’s comment, finding it to be not be untrue. “Yes, that’s why we’re so well suited for each other,” she replied, unfazed. “He and I will both live out our lives unwed and will be at our happiest.”
She gave her brother a friendly push on the arm, enjoying his Gavriil impression. “And so, to answer your question, no, Pappa has not managed to find a match for me nor convince me that I should make my best effort either. I have far better things to do with my time.” Like, not be married, she thought. Of course, Iason would understand. The Dimitrou siblings did things when they wanted, not when was expected. Although this may be a problem for some, they simply didn’t seem to mind at all.
“I won’t press you for all of the details of why you’re here yet,” she said, glancing at Iason. Onyx had moved away from the man and was back to nuzzling her, hoping for a sweet treat. “But tell me of Athenia. What was it like? Are they really all so stuffy as we’ve heard?”
The horse's disappointment was almost palpable as his ears flicked at the lack of treat in Iason's hand, a chuckle leaving him as he attempted to pat the horse's nose anyway and found himself denied with a snort. He instead brought it up to rub at the spot where his sister punched his arm with a face that was mostly mocked pain though he was impressed with her strength as she struck him. Dorothea was not one to get on the bad side of, and as she grew older that was becoming more and more obvious to her brother.
"I look forward to hearing of your adventures, the unwed duo of Taengea."
He teased her with a nudge of his own, grinning and somehow proud of how determined and strong she was to forge her own path. In a way, he wished he could have been like that. He'd taken the easy way out by managing a political match, one that meant he would follow the rules and go through the motions of marriage and family by the book. Though he was lucky to now had some burgeoning affection for his betrothed, Dorothea would be able to choose her own destiny, whether it meant marrying a man she loved, or staying unwed and going her own way. They both knew Gavriil would never require her to submit to a marriage she didn't agree to.
"It's a long story, I don't know we could get through it while we have daylight." Iason gave a sigh and ran a hand through the beard he needed to shave, he hadn't done so while they were at sea and it was in the stage of being a prickly annoyance on his face.
"Our lives were in danger, so I brought us here. It was the safest place I could think of. To answer your question though, yes. The entire time I was in Athenia, it felt sort of like I was slowly suffocating. They're so proper and stiff most of the time, its only felt like I've gotten to really know her since we fled. And now, you'll call me foolish, now she has nothing to offer but I find I like her better."
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The horse's disappointment was almost palpable as his ears flicked at the lack of treat in Iason's hand, a chuckle leaving him as he attempted to pat the horse's nose anyway and found himself denied with a snort. He instead brought it up to rub at the spot where his sister punched his arm with a face that was mostly mocked pain though he was impressed with her strength as she struck him. Dorothea was not one to get on the bad side of, and as she grew older that was becoming more and more obvious to her brother.
"I look forward to hearing of your adventures, the unwed duo of Taengea."
He teased her with a nudge of his own, grinning and somehow proud of how determined and strong she was to forge her own path. In a way, he wished he could have been like that. He'd taken the easy way out by managing a political match, one that meant he would follow the rules and go through the motions of marriage and family by the book. Though he was lucky to now had some burgeoning affection for his betrothed, Dorothea would be able to choose her own destiny, whether it meant marrying a man she loved, or staying unwed and going her own way. They both knew Gavriil would never require her to submit to a marriage she didn't agree to.
"It's a long story, I don't know we could get through it while we have daylight." Iason gave a sigh and ran a hand through the beard he needed to shave, he hadn't done so while they were at sea and it was in the stage of being a prickly annoyance on his face.
"Our lives were in danger, so I brought us here. It was the safest place I could think of. To answer your question though, yes. The entire time I was in Athenia, it felt sort of like I was slowly suffocating. They're so proper and stiff most of the time, its only felt like I've gotten to really know her since we fled. And now, you'll call me foolish, now she has nothing to offer but I find I like her better."
The horse's disappointment was almost palpable as his ears flicked at the lack of treat in Iason's hand, a chuckle leaving him as he attempted to pat the horse's nose anyway and found himself denied with a snort. He instead brought it up to rub at the spot where his sister punched his arm with a face that was mostly mocked pain though he was impressed with her strength as she struck him. Dorothea was not one to get on the bad side of, and as she grew older that was becoming more and more obvious to her brother.
"I look forward to hearing of your adventures, the unwed duo of Taengea."
He teased her with a nudge of his own, grinning and somehow proud of how determined and strong she was to forge her own path. In a way, he wished he could have been like that. He'd taken the easy way out by managing a political match, one that meant he would follow the rules and go through the motions of marriage and family by the book. Though he was lucky to now had some burgeoning affection for his betrothed, Dorothea would be able to choose her own destiny, whether it meant marrying a man she loved, or staying unwed and going her own way. They both knew Gavriil would never require her to submit to a marriage she didn't agree to.
"It's a long story, I don't know we could get through it while we have daylight." Iason gave a sigh and ran a hand through the beard he needed to shave, he hadn't done so while they were at sea and it was in the stage of being a prickly annoyance on his face.
"Our lives were in danger, so I brought us here. It was the safest place I could think of. To answer your question though, yes. The entire time I was in Athenia, it felt sort of like I was slowly suffocating. They're so proper and stiff most of the time, its only felt like I've gotten to really know her since we fled. And now, you'll call me foolish, now she has nothing to offer but I find I like her better."
Dorothea smiled back at Iason’s jibe. It was good natured as were all of their jokes with each other. She knew that he didn’t much care if she were to get married or not. In fact, he would probably be rather shocked if she found a mate for herself and actually consented to marrying him. It was nice to have a supportive family, she thought. In any other circumstance, she knew she would not be so lucky. Another father would have made her marry and another brother would likely be concerned about her unwed state. However, it wasn’t the Dimitrous to make such a fuss as this.
“I’m sure we will have a great many,” she replied, liking the idea of it all. She wasn’t so sure of its truthfulness, but liked to think that she would one day travel and do all the things that men could do on a whim and without any fuss. It would be magical to be free of any responsibility and to do as she pleased. Yet, she was not so sure that was a possibility, given the fact that it was only the four of them on the estate now. Her father and uncle weren’t getting any younger and there was still much to be done with their lands. Since Iason had left, she had begun to understand the true burden of her responsibilities. Yet, that was not something she was sure she could discuss with him now. He had already gone through so much in the past few weeks.
She listened closely as he relayed part of their tale, wanting to beg for more details, but keeping silent all the same. The beard on her brother’s face betrayed more than just his tiredness. Dorothea hadn’t managed to spend much time with Persephone yet, but what she had, she found that she liked the other woman. Perhaps all would work out for Iason after all. Yet, Doro already feared for what the Queen had lost. She’d had a kingdom. And, to Dorothea, more importantly, a sister. Would she ever be able to replace what she had lost here?
“Well, nothing to offer in the traditional sense,” Dorothea smiled. “It seems to me that you both have something to offer one another.” She couldn’t resist teasing him one more time about what she had witnessed earlier in the morning. Yet, she meant that in another way as well. “I hope the two of you will grow to be great companions to each other, Iason. I can tell that she has a good heart and I hope she will come to love you.”
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Dorothea smiled back at Iason’s jibe. It was good natured as were all of their jokes with each other. She knew that he didn’t much care if she were to get married or not. In fact, he would probably be rather shocked if she found a mate for herself and actually consented to marrying him. It was nice to have a supportive family, she thought. In any other circumstance, she knew she would not be so lucky. Another father would have made her marry and another brother would likely be concerned about her unwed state. However, it wasn’t the Dimitrous to make such a fuss as this.
“I’m sure we will have a great many,” she replied, liking the idea of it all. She wasn’t so sure of its truthfulness, but liked to think that she would one day travel and do all the things that men could do on a whim and without any fuss. It would be magical to be free of any responsibility and to do as she pleased. Yet, she was not so sure that was a possibility, given the fact that it was only the four of them on the estate now. Her father and uncle weren’t getting any younger and there was still much to be done with their lands. Since Iason had left, she had begun to understand the true burden of her responsibilities. Yet, that was not something she was sure she could discuss with him now. He had already gone through so much in the past few weeks.
She listened closely as he relayed part of their tale, wanting to beg for more details, but keeping silent all the same. The beard on her brother’s face betrayed more than just his tiredness. Dorothea hadn’t managed to spend much time with Persephone yet, but what she had, she found that she liked the other woman. Perhaps all would work out for Iason after all. Yet, Doro already feared for what the Queen had lost. She’d had a kingdom. And, to Dorothea, more importantly, a sister. Would she ever be able to replace what she had lost here?
“Well, nothing to offer in the traditional sense,” Dorothea smiled. “It seems to me that you both have something to offer one another.” She couldn’t resist teasing him one more time about what she had witnessed earlier in the morning. Yet, she meant that in another way as well. “I hope the two of you will grow to be great companions to each other, Iason. I can tell that she has a good heart and I hope she will come to love you.”
Dorothea smiled back at Iason’s jibe. It was good natured as were all of their jokes with each other. She knew that he didn’t much care if she were to get married or not. In fact, he would probably be rather shocked if she found a mate for herself and actually consented to marrying him. It was nice to have a supportive family, she thought. In any other circumstance, she knew she would not be so lucky. Another father would have made her marry and another brother would likely be concerned about her unwed state. However, it wasn’t the Dimitrous to make such a fuss as this.
“I’m sure we will have a great many,” she replied, liking the idea of it all. She wasn’t so sure of its truthfulness, but liked to think that she would one day travel and do all the things that men could do on a whim and without any fuss. It would be magical to be free of any responsibility and to do as she pleased. Yet, she was not so sure that was a possibility, given the fact that it was only the four of them on the estate now. Her father and uncle weren’t getting any younger and there was still much to be done with their lands. Since Iason had left, she had begun to understand the true burden of her responsibilities. Yet, that was not something she was sure she could discuss with him now. He had already gone through so much in the past few weeks.
She listened closely as he relayed part of their tale, wanting to beg for more details, but keeping silent all the same. The beard on her brother’s face betrayed more than just his tiredness. Dorothea hadn’t managed to spend much time with Persephone yet, but what she had, she found that she liked the other woman. Perhaps all would work out for Iason after all. Yet, Doro already feared for what the Queen had lost. She’d had a kingdom. And, to Dorothea, more importantly, a sister. Would she ever be able to replace what she had lost here?
“Well, nothing to offer in the traditional sense,” Dorothea smiled. “It seems to me that you both have something to offer one another.” She couldn’t resist teasing him one more time about what she had witnessed earlier in the morning. Yet, she meant that in another way as well. “I hope the two of you will grow to be great companions to each other, Iason. I can tell that she has a good heart and I hope she will come to love you.”
"I hope we will come to love each other. It seems a silly thing to want. We're nobles after all, love isn't supposed to be for us. Just matches for power."
Memories of his parents before the death of their mother flooded his mind as he spoke and for a moment he had to close his eyes, blocking out the way that she had smiled at Gavriil and how happy they had been. Never in his life had either of his parents insisted that he make a good match. Indeed it had been his own idea to put his name forward to become Persephone's husband, their father had been hesitant to offer his only son but when Iason insisted if he hadn't found love in twenty-eight years, he might as well bring some prestige and honor to the family, the old baron had agreed. Whether it was a good idea now or not was still up in the air, but the time he'd spent with Persephone, the woman not the queen, gave him hope.
"I don't know what will happen now. If she'll want to stay or go seek revenge. Whatever happens I'll have to make a choice now I suppose." The baron leaned back against the fence, pointedly not looking at the black colt to see if perhaps Onyx would be tempted to return if it seemed he was not getting the attention he deserved. "What did you think of her? Aside from that she has a good heart. Is she the sister you hoped I would bring to the family?"
While many men his age might have considered the opinion of his younger sister less than important, and have asked such a tone with a teasing or patronizing tone, Iason truly wanted to know what Dorothea thought. As the sibling closest to him in age and personality she knew him best, perhaps better even than their father, and he needed to know her true and honest thoughts on the woman who might become his wife.
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"I hope we will come to love each other. It seems a silly thing to want. We're nobles after all, love isn't supposed to be for us. Just matches for power."
Memories of his parents before the death of their mother flooded his mind as he spoke and for a moment he had to close his eyes, blocking out the way that she had smiled at Gavriil and how happy they had been. Never in his life had either of his parents insisted that he make a good match. Indeed it had been his own idea to put his name forward to become Persephone's husband, their father had been hesitant to offer his only son but when Iason insisted if he hadn't found love in twenty-eight years, he might as well bring some prestige and honor to the family, the old baron had agreed. Whether it was a good idea now or not was still up in the air, but the time he'd spent with Persephone, the woman not the queen, gave him hope.
"I don't know what will happen now. If she'll want to stay or go seek revenge. Whatever happens I'll have to make a choice now I suppose." The baron leaned back against the fence, pointedly not looking at the black colt to see if perhaps Onyx would be tempted to return if it seemed he was not getting the attention he deserved. "What did you think of her? Aside from that she has a good heart. Is she the sister you hoped I would bring to the family?"
While many men his age might have considered the opinion of his younger sister less than important, and have asked such a tone with a teasing or patronizing tone, Iason truly wanted to know what Dorothea thought. As the sibling closest to him in age and personality she knew him best, perhaps better even than their father, and he needed to know her true and honest thoughts on the woman who might become his wife.
"I hope we will come to love each other. It seems a silly thing to want. We're nobles after all, love isn't supposed to be for us. Just matches for power."
Memories of his parents before the death of their mother flooded his mind as he spoke and for a moment he had to close his eyes, blocking out the way that she had smiled at Gavriil and how happy they had been. Never in his life had either of his parents insisted that he make a good match. Indeed it had been his own idea to put his name forward to become Persephone's husband, their father had been hesitant to offer his only son but when Iason insisted if he hadn't found love in twenty-eight years, he might as well bring some prestige and honor to the family, the old baron had agreed. Whether it was a good idea now or not was still up in the air, but the time he'd spent with Persephone, the woman not the queen, gave him hope.
"I don't know what will happen now. If she'll want to stay or go seek revenge. Whatever happens I'll have to make a choice now I suppose." The baron leaned back against the fence, pointedly not looking at the black colt to see if perhaps Onyx would be tempted to return if it seemed he was not getting the attention he deserved. "What did you think of her? Aside from that she has a good heart. Is she the sister you hoped I would bring to the family?"
While many men his age might have considered the opinion of his younger sister less than important, and have asked such a tone with a teasing or patronizing tone, Iason truly wanted to know what Dorothea thought. As the sibling closest to him in age and personality she knew him best, perhaps better even than their father, and he needed to know her true and honest thoughts on the woman who might become his wife.
Dorothea reached out and squeezed her brother’s arm upon his proclamation that love was a silly thing to want. No, they were all taught that love was a silly thing to want. That was utterly ridiculous. She knew the two of them would not be standing there today if love had been ignored—left for duty and power.
“Not at all, dear brother,” she said, voicing her thoughts out loud. “I’d rather say that love is in our blood. Perhaps that’s foolish of me to prescribe our family with such terms, but we are not your average noble family. Go against what you’re supposed to do, Iason. If you’re meant to find love with Persephone, you will. And if she doesn’t love you back, then she’s a fool.”
Oh, if only she could be so passionate when it came to herself. Her own future did not feel so secure. Iason, she knew, would be all right whether or not he and Persephone fell in love. He would land on his feet and make the best of it. He always had. And she was certain that if any one could convince someone to love them, it was Iason. As awkward as he could be, he was the most lovable person she knew. Now Dorothea was certain that she was a different story entirely. But now wasn’t the time to bring that up—self-pity was pointless and unproductive. Besides, love and marriage was the last thing on her mind.
Dorothea watched as her brother cleverly set himself up for Onyx to make a reappearance at his side. The young colt was smart and liked attention. Dorothea had no doubt that he was curious about Iason as well and would return sooner or later.
“Well, I’ve had but one conversation with her,” Dorothea replied. “She’s clearly been through a lot. I think she’s grieving in a way that may be new to her. I’d like to spend some more time with her before making a judgment. I must admit,” she added, “I do enjoy having someone my age around. I hope that we will become friends.”
“Do you think you’ll go with her if she wants to seek revenge?” Dorothea asked, watching as her colt slyly returned to Iason’s side.
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Dorothea reached out and squeezed her brother’s arm upon his proclamation that love was a silly thing to want. No, they were all taught that love was a silly thing to want. That was utterly ridiculous. She knew the two of them would not be standing there today if love had been ignored—left for duty and power.
“Not at all, dear brother,” she said, voicing her thoughts out loud. “I’d rather say that love is in our blood. Perhaps that’s foolish of me to prescribe our family with such terms, but we are not your average noble family. Go against what you’re supposed to do, Iason. If you’re meant to find love with Persephone, you will. And if she doesn’t love you back, then she’s a fool.”
Oh, if only she could be so passionate when it came to herself. Her own future did not feel so secure. Iason, she knew, would be all right whether or not he and Persephone fell in love. He would land on his feet and make the best of it. He always had. And she was certain that if any one could convince someone to love them, it was Iason. As awkward as he could be, he was the most lovable person she knew. Now Dorothea was certain that she was a different story entirely. But now wasn’t the time to bring that up—self-pity was pointless and unproductive. Besides, love and marriage was the last thing on her mind.
Dorothea watched as her brother cleverly set himself up for Onyx to make a reappearance at his side. The young colt was smart and liked attention. Dorothea had no doubt that he was curious about Iason as well and would return sooner or later.
“Well, I’ve had but one conversation with her,” Dorothea replied. “She’s clearly been through a lot. I think she’s grieving in a way that may be new to her. I’d like to spend some more time with her before making a judgment. I must admit,” she added, “I do enjoy having someone my age around. I hope that we will become friends.”
“Do you think you’ll go with her if she wants to seek revenge?” Dorothea asked, watching as her colt slyly returned to Iason’s side.
Dorothea reached out and squeezed her brother’s arm upon his proclamation that love was a silly thing to want. No, they were all taught that love was a silly thing to want. That was utterly ridiculous. She knew the two of them would not be standing there today if love had been ignored—left for duty and power.
“Not at all, dear brother,” she said, voicing her thoughts out loud. “I’d rather say that love is in our blood. Perhaps that’s foolish of me to prescribe our family with such terms, but we are not your average noble family. Go against what you’re supposed to do, Iason. If you’re meant to find love with Persephone, you will. And if she doesn’t love you back, then she’s a fool.”
Oh, if only she could be so passionate when it came to herself. Her own future did not feel so secure. Iason, she knew, would be all right whether or not he and Persephone fell in love. He would land on his feet and make the best of it. He always had. And she was certain that if any one could convince someone to love them, it was Iason. As awkward as he could be, he was the most lovable person she knew. Now Dorothea was certain that she was a different story entirely. But now wasn’t the time to bring that up—self-pity was pointless and unproductive. Besides, love and marriage was the last thing on her mind.
Dorothea watched as her brother cleverly set himself up for Onyx to make a reappearance at his side. The young colt was smart and liked attention. Dorothea had no doubt that he was curious about Iason as well and would return sooner or later.
“Well, I’ve had but one conversation with her,” Dorothea replied. “She’s clearly been through a lot. I think she’s grieving in a way that may be new to her. I’d like to spend some more time with her before making a judgment. I must admit,” she added, “I do enjoy having someone my age around. I hope that we will become friends.”
“Do you think you’ll go with her if she wants to seek revenge?” Dorothea asked, watching as her colt slyly returned to Iason’s side.
"Perhaps we are. I always thought that I was the oddity alone, but seeing all of us Dimitrous through the eyes of someone else, we're none of us a normal noble."
Iason grinned at the thought, relieved to be free of the plans for power and prestige and gain that the others seemed to have. Gavriil and Sibyl had never expected that of them, had always wanted to let them be who they truly were, and made sure that they were simply good people. It was amusing in a way, when he tried to go do what he was supposed to do, what was expected of him as a nobleman and marry for gain and wealth, it turned on its head. Perhaps that was the Fates' way of telling him to give up any idea of normal.
The black shadow was moving closer and he kept it in the corner of his eye as the colt realized what was happening. His ears flickered in annoyance once he saw that the humans were no longer keeping him as their focus and there was a huff of breath that made Iason chuckle under his breath. It was clear that Dorothea had raised this one herself. He'd inherited some of her attitude.
"I hope you become friends as well. I hope she chooses to stay. But if she wishes revenge..." To this he wasn't entirely sure what to say. Persephone was his betrothed, and he had reaffirmed that he did indeed wish to marry her, had spent the night before making that promise clear. But he did not want to be king. Had never hoped to be a king when he had left his home. If anything he had wanted the Senate vote to fail so that she could be a princess and just be herself with him, even if he hadn't met who she truly was until last night.
"If she wants to go back, I think I would go with her. As long as father didn't have any additional wisdom that would prevent it. I don't want what she's fighting for, but I've made a promise to her." A bump at his hip put a victorious grin on his lips, glancing down to see that Onyx had returned and was now trying to eat the hem of his tunic. "There's a lad. Told you I'm not so bad."
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"Perhaps we are. I always thought that I was the oddity alone, but seeing all of us Dimitrous through the eyes of someone else, we're none of us a normal noble."
Iason grinned at the thought, relieved to be free of the plans for power and prestige and gain that the others seemed to have. Gavriil and Sibyl had never expected that of them, had always wanted to let them be who they truly were, and made sure that they were simply good people. It was amusing in a way, when he tried to go do what he was supposed to do, what was expected of him as a nobleman and marry for gain and wealth, it turned on its head. Perhaps that was the Fates' way of telling him to give up any idea of normal.
The black shadow was moving closer and he kept it in the corner of his eye as the colt realized what was happening. His ears flickered in annoyance once he saw that the humans were no longer keeping him as their focus and there was a huff of breath that made Iason chuckle under his breath. It was clear that Dorothea had raised this one herself. He'd inherited some of her attitude.
"I hope you become friends as well. I hope she chooses to stay. But if she wishes revenge..." To this he wasn't entirely sure what to say. Persephone was his betrothed, and he had reaffirmed that he did indeed wish to marry her, had spent the night before making that promise clear. But he did not want to be king. Had never hoped to be a king when he had left his home. If anything he had wanted the Senate vote to fail so that she could be a princess and just be herself with him, even if he hadn't met who she truly was until last night.
"If she wants to go back, I think I would go with her. As long as father didn't have any additional wisdom that would prevent it. I don't want what she's fighting for, but I've made a promise to her." A bump at his hip put a victorious grin on his lips, glancing down to see that Onyx had returned and was now trying to eat the hem of his tunic. "There's a lad. Told you I'm not so bad."
"Perhaps we are. I always thought that I was the oddity alone, but seeing all of us Dimitrous through the eyes of someone else, we're none of us a normal noble."
Iason grinned at the thought, relieved to be free of the plans for power and prestige and gain that the others seemed to have. Gavriil and Sibyl had never expected that of them, had always wanted to let them be who they truly were, and made sure that they were simply good people. It was amusing in a way, when he tried to go do what he was supposed to do, what was expected of him as a nobleman and marry for gain and wealth, it turned on its head. Perhaps that was the Fates' way of telling him to give up any idea of normal.
The black shadow was moving closer and he kept it in the corner of his eye as the colt realized what was happening. His ears flickered in annoyance once he saw that the humans were no longer keeping him as their focus and there was a huff of breath that made Iason chuckle under his breath. It was clear that Dorothea had raised this one herself. He'd inherited some of her attitude.
"I hope you become friends as well. I hope she chooses to stay. But if she wishes revenge..." To this he wasn't entirely sure what to say. Persephone was his betrothed, and he had reaffirmed that he did indeed wish to marry her, had spent the night before making that promise clear. But he did not want to be king. Had never hoped to be a king when he had left his home. If anything he had wanted the Senate vote to fail so that she could be a princess and just be herself with him, even if he hadn't met who she truly was until last night.
"If she wants to go back, I think I would go with her. As long as father didn't have any additional wisdom that would prevent it. I don't want what she's fighting for, but I've made a promise to her." A bump at his hip put a victorious grin on his lips, glancing down to see that Onyx had returned and was now trying to eat the hem of his tunic. "There's a lad. Told you I'm not so bad."
Dorothea wished more than anything for her brother to be happy. She knew their family fought all conventional practices and that he was joining with someone that was all about conventional practices. As a princess—a queen—Persephone had been brought up differently than the Dimitrou children had. Still, Dorothea thought that there was no better person for Persephone to love than Iason. She was unlikely to find someone with a heart so true.
She had to attempt to keep calm and keep a straight face as the young horse moved closer to her brother. Onyx and Dorothea had spent a great deal of time together and could sense each other’s moods at time. If she turned to laughter, he would be distracted all over again, curious with her and not her brother. That was not their goal here, so Dorothea simply observed, watching her young colt with a careful side eye.
Dorothea turned her attention back to her brother, watching as he contemplated what might happen if Persephone wanted to go back and seek revenge. Dorothea hadn’t yet given it much thought herself, seeing as everything was new to her. But she knew what her instinct would be. If it was her country, her family, her throne, Dorothea was sure that she would go back at the first chance, even if that meant forsaking a wonderful relationship. Love for a country might just beat out love for a man. Yet, Dorothea kept those thoughts to herself for she did not know Persephone that well yet. Perhaps she was different—Dorothea hoped that she was different for Iason’s sake.
She was not surprised that he would go back with her, put pursed her lips ever so slightly at the rest of his statement. If she was going back to fight for her country, he would have to decide to want what she wanted.
“I hope you will consider carefully, brother,” she advised. “What she would be fighting for is bigger than you and you will need to accept your place in that.” Her words were careful, measured, though her eyes had wandered back to the horse that was now nuzzling Iason. She didn’t want to warn him away from love, not having experience in it herself, but she did want him to be careful.
“I think you’ve made a new friend,” she declared, as Onyx took a bite out of her brother’s tunic. “If only it were as simple with humans.” If that was so, there would be no such things as revenge and war.
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Dorothea wished more than anything for her brother to be happy. She knew their family fought all conventional practices and that he was joining with someone that was all about conventional practices. As a princess—a queen—Persephone had been brought up differently than the Dimitrou children had. Still, Dorothea thought that there was no better person for Persephone to love than Iason. She was unlikely to find someone with a heart so true.
She had to attempt to keep calm and keep a straight face as the young horse moved closer to her brother. Onyx and Dorothea had spent a great deal of time together and could sense each other’s moods at time. If she turned to laughter, he would be distracted all over again, curious with her and not her brother. That was not their goal here, so Dorothea simply observed, watching her young colt with a careful side eye.
Dorothea turned her attention back to her brother, watching as he contemplated what might happen if Persephone wanted to go back and seek revenge. Dorothea hadn’t yet given it much thought herself, seeing as everything was new to her. But she knew what her instinct would be. If it was her country, her family, her throne, Dorothea was sure that she would go back at the first chance, even if that meant forsaking a wonderful relationship. Love for a country might just beat out love for a man. Yet, Dorothea kept those thoughts to herself for she did not know Persephone that well yet. Perhaps she was different—Dorothea hoped that she was different for Iason’s sake.
She was not surprised that he would go back with her, put pursed her lips ever so slightly at the rest of his statement. If she was going back to fight for her country, he would have to decide to want what she wanted.
“I hope you will consider carefully, brother,” she advised. “What she would be fighting for is bigger than you and you will need to accept your place in that.” Her words were careful, measured, though her eyes had wandered back to the horse that was now nuzzling Iason. She didn’t want to warn him away from love, not having experience in it herself, but she did want him to be careful.
“I think you’ve made a new friend,” she declared, as Onyx took a bite out of her brother’s tunic. “If only it were as simple with humans.” If that was so, there would be no such things as revenge and war.
Dorothea wished more than anything for her brother to be happy. She knew their family fought all conventional practices and that he was joining with someone that was all about conventional practices. As a princess—a queen—Persephone had been brought up differently than the Dimitrou children had. Still, Dorothea thought that there was no better person for Persephone to love than Iason. She was unlikely to find someone with a heart so true.
She had to attempt to keep calm and keep a straight face as the young horse moved closer to her brother. Onyx and Dorothea had spent a great deal of time together and could sense each other’s moods at time. If she turned to laughter, he would be distracted all over again, curious with her and not her brother. That was not their goal here, so Dorothea simply observed, watching her young colt with a careful side eye.
Dorothea turned her attention back to her brother, watching as he contemplated what might happen if Persephone wanted to go back and seek revenge. Dorothea hadn’t yet given it much thought herself, seeing as everything was new to her. But she knew what her instinct would be. If it was her country, her family, her throne, Dorothea was sure that she would go back at the first chance, even if that meant forsaking a wonderful relationship. Love for a country might just beat out love for a man. Yet, Dorothea kept those thoughts to herself for she did not know Persephone that well yet. Perhaps she was different—Dorothea hoped that she was different for Iason’s sake.
She was not surprised that he would go back with her, put pursed her lips ever so slightly at the rest of his statement. If she was going back to fight for her country, he would have to decide to want what she wanted.
“I hope you will consider carefully, brother,” she advised. “What she would be fighting for is bigger than you and you will need to accept your place in that.” Her words were careful, measured, though her eyes had wandered back to the horse that was now nuzzling Iason. She didn’t want to warn him away from love, not having experience in it herself, but she did want him to be careful.
“I think you’ve made a new friend,” she declared, as Onyx took a bite out of her brother’s tunic. “If only it were as simple with humans.” If that was so, there would be no such things as revenge and war.
"I am. You know me, and what father says. We'll seek out every single route we can and make sure that any fighting is the absolute last resort we go to. Perhaps we'll see if she can hold a sword, since no one should ask soldiers to fight for them if they won't go themselves."
It was a tenant he'd held close to his heart since his youth when he'd first begun learning to fight and the tactics of battle. Never send someone into a fight you won't go into yourself. He hoped it didn't come down to that if they did return to Athenia, but he was nowhere naive enough to think that there wouldn't be some kind of conflict. Someone wouldn't have tried so hard to kill them if it had been meant to be a peaceful hand over of the crown with no conflict.
Turning to look at his sister and the look of concern on her face, Iason smiled. The Dimitrou siblings had never been the sorts to let love or attachment outside of their family to sway them in any way. All of them were stubborn as anything and protective of their kin to a fault, traits that he hoped would remain in his family line as he became the first of them to move away from the initial unit and create a branch of his own. With another pat to the black colt he reached out to wrap an arm around his sister and place a kiss to her dark hair.
"Don't worry about me, Dodo. Humans may be more complicated than horses, but I won't be a fool. Either I'll come back in one piece or you and the rest of the family will have to sail to Athenia for my coronation. King Iason has a decent ring to it doesn't it?" It was with a joking tone he spoke the last, releasing her with a laugh and an imperious sort of wave that was entirely out of character for him.
"Come on. Back to the house, no doubt after all of the discussion going on this morning father will have plenty to say."
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"I am. You know me, and what father says. We'll seek out every single route we can and make sure that any fighting is the absolute last resort we go to. Perhaps we'll see if she can hold a sword, since no one should ask soldiers to fight for them if they won't go themselves."
It was a tenant he'd held close to his heart since his youth when he'd first begun learning to fight and the tactics of battle. Never send someone into a fight you won't go into yourself. He hoped it didn't come down to that if they did return to Athenia, but he was nowhere naive enough to think that there wouldn't be some kind of conflict. Someone wouldn't have tried so hard to kill them if it had been meant to be a peaceful hand over of the crown with no conflict.
Turning to look at his sister and the look of concern on her face, Iason smiled. The Dimitrou siblings had never been the sorts to let love or attachment outside of their family to sway them in any way. All of them were stubborn as anything and protective of their kin to a fault, traits that he hoped would remain in his family line as he became the first of them to move away from the initial unit and create a branch of his own. With another pat to the black colt he reached out to wrap an arm around his sister and place a kiss to her dark hair.
"Don't worry about me, Dodo. Humans may be more complicated than horses, but I won't be a fool. Either I'll come back in one piece or you and the rest of the family will have to sail to Athenia for my coronation. King Iason has a decent ring to it doesn't it?" It was with a joking tone he spoke the last, releasing her with a laugh and an imperious sort of wave that was entirely out of character for him.
"Come on. Back to the house, no doubt after all of the discussion going on this morning father will have plenty to say."
"I am. You know me, and what father says. We'll seek out every single route we can and make sure that any fighting is the absolute last resort we go to. Perhaps we'll see if she can hold a sword, since no one should ask soldiers to fight for them if they won't go themselves."
It was a tenant he'd held close to his heart since his youth when he'd first begun learning to fight and the tactics of battle. Never send someone into a fight you won't go into yourself. He hoped it didn't come down to that if they did return to Athenia, but he was nowhere naive enough to think that there wouldn't be some kind of conflict. Someone wouldn't have tried so hard to kill them if it had been meant to be a peaceful hand over of the crown with no conflict.
Turning to look at his sister and the look of concern on her face, Iason smiled. The Dimitrou siblings had never been the sorts to let love or attachment outside of their family to sway them in any way. All of them were stubborn as anything and protective of their kin to a fault, traits that he hoped would remain in his family line as he became the first of them to move away from the initial unit and create a branch of his own. With another pat to the black colt he reached out to wrap an arm around his sister and place a kiss to her dark hair.
"Don't worry about me, Dodo. Humans may be more complicated than horses, but I won't be a fool. Either I'll come back in one piece or you and the rest of the family will have to sail to Athenia for my coronation. King Iason has a decent ring to it doesn't it?" It was with a joking tone he spoke the last, releasing her with a laugh and an imperious sort of wave that was entirely out of character for him.
"Come on. Back to the house, no doubt after all of the discussion going on this morning father will have plenty to say."
Iason’s response was wise, as always. Dorothea completely believed that he would walk down every path possible before turning to war or conflict. She agreed with his assessment that a leader leading their people into battle, but she also thought that couldn’t be held against someone either. Persephone would not have been brought up to lead others in the way of war. Although Dorothea didn’t know her well, she could guess by their conversation that the young queen was not trained in weapons. However, that did not mean that her cause was unjust. If she thought that she could do right by her people—better than their current ruler—than perhaps she deserved the role that had been bestowed upon her.
That was all more than Dorothea could plan for in this moment, however. She hardly knew Persephone or about the situation that had led her and Iason to Taengea to form a proper opinion. She did know that it was important that Iason made it through everything. Dorothea hoped it would not come to fighting for everyone’s sakes. She feared that if it did, Iason would follow Persephone without a question. While it was his choice, her family members putting themselves in danger was not something she liked to think about.
Wrapped up in her own thoughts, Dorothea didn’t respond to his declaration, but returned his smile when he turned back to her. As he told her not to worry, she just gave him a wry smile and shook her head. That was out of the question, but she could promise not to overly worry about him. As for his proclamation that King Iason sounded good, she just shook her head and gave him a slight punch to the shoulder.
“Oh yes, King Iason sounds just like you, indeed. I’ve always thought you wanted such a title. It suits you.” She was joking equally as much. “But I do like the idea of traveling to Athenia. So don’t mess this up.” Again a joke, said most obviously with a grin on her face. Though the thought of a trip was most appealing to her. She had never had the opportunity to travel much and this would be a trip that her father couldn’t deny them.
“Yes, let’s find out the gossip,” Dorothea agreed, wrapping her arm around her brother’s waist, guiding them towards the house. She was sure this would not be their last trip to their pastures and with Onyx. That thought brought her great joy. How wonderful it was to have her brother home.
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Iason’s response was wise, as always. Dorothea completely believed that he would walk down every path possible before turning to war or conflict. She agreed with his assessment that a leader leading their people into battle, but she also thought that couldn’t be held against someone either. Persephone would not have been brought up to lead others in the way of war. Although Dorothea didn’t know her well, she could guess by their conversation that the young queen was not trained in weapons. However, that did not mean that her cause was unjust. If she thought that she could do right by her people—better than their current ruler—than perhaps she deserved the role that had been bestowed upon her.
That was all more than Dorothea could plan for in this moment, however. She hardly knew Persephone or about the situation that had led her and Iason to Taengea to form a proper opinion. She did know that it was important that Iason made it through everything. Dorothea hoped it would not come to fighting for everyone’s sakes. She feared that if it did, Iason would follow Persephone without a question. While it was his choice, her family members putting themselves in danger was not something she liked to think about.
Wrapped up in her own thoughts, Dorothea didn’t respond to his declaration, but returned his smile when he turned back to her. As he told her not to worry, she just gave him a wry smile and shook her head. That was out of the question, but she could promise not to overly worry about him. As for his proclamation that King Iason sounded good, she just shook her head and gave him a slight punch to the shoulder.
“Oh yes, King Iason sounds just like you, indeed. I’ve always thought you wanted such a title. It suits you.” She was joking equally as much. “But I do like the idea of traveling to Athenia. So don’t mess this up.” Again a joke, said most obviously with a grin on her face. Though the thought of a trip was most appealing to her. She had never had the opportunity to travel much and this would be a trip that her father couldn’t deny them.
“Yes, let’s find out the gossip,” Dorothea agreed, wrapping her arm around her brother’s waist, guiding them towards the house. She was sure this would not be their last trip to their pastures and with Onyx. That thought brought her great joy. How wonderful it was to have her brother home.
Iason’s response was wise, as always. Dorothea completely believed that he would walk down every path possible before turning to war or conflict. She agreed with his assessment that a leader leading their people into battle, but she also thought that couldn’t be held against someone either. Persephone would not have been brought up to lead others in the way of war. Although Dorothea didn’t know her well, she could guess by their conversation that the young queen was not trained in weapons. However, that did not mean that her cause was unjust. If she thought that she could do right by her people—better than their current ruler—than perhaps she deserved the role that had been bestowed upon her.
That was all more than Dorothea could plan for in this moment, however. She hardly knew Persephone or about the situation that had led her and Iason to Taengea to form a proper opinion. She did know that it was important that Iason made it through everything. Dorothea hoped it would not come to fighting for everyone’s sakes. She feared that if it did, Iason would follow Persephone without a question. While it was his choice, her family members putting themselves in danger was not something she liked to think about.
Wrapped up in her own thoughts, Dorothea didn’t respond to his declaration, but returned his smile when he turned back to her. As he told her not to worry, she just gave him a wry smile and shook her head. That was out of the question, but she could promise not to overly worry about him. As for his proclamation that King Iason sounded good, she just shook her head and gave him a slight punch to the shoulder.
“Oh yes, King Iason sounds just like you, indeed. I’ve always thought you wanted such a title. It suits you.” She was joking equally as much. “But I do like the idea of traveling to Athenia. So don’t mess this up.” Again a joke, said most obviously with a grin on her face. Though the thought of a trip was most appealing to her. She had never had the opportunity to travel much and this would be a trip that her father couldn’t deny them.
“Yes, let’s find out the gossip,” Dorothea agreed, wrapping her arm around her brother’s waist, guiding them towards the house. She was sure this would not be their last trip to their pastures and with Onyx. That thought brought her great joy. How wonderful it was to have her brother home.