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It seemed like forever since Athanasia had spent time alone with her cousin and best friend. The last time had been during the excursion to the hot springs where they had made up after that stressful dinner when Vang had been poisoned and her father had come back from the dead. So much had happened and so many things had changed on that one fateful day.
The last time she had seen Imeeya had been by the shore when prayers for the men who had gone to war had been interrupted by a pod of beached whales. She had expected that Imeeya would go home with the royal family, but she had run off with the sister of the Master Informer. The young princess often wondered where she had gone.
More bowls had been made for Athanasia during the following few days. She had painted them like the others and took them to the ocean accompanied by her guards. After praying to Poseidon to watch over her father, her three brothers, and all the men serving with them, she had waded waist deep into the water and let them go, watching the candles flickering as they rode the gentle waves that would carry them out to sea. There had been a few other people on the beach doing the same thing, but her cousin had not been among them.
Athanasia had been sneaking out of the manor more often in disguise to keep from drowning in anxiety. The princess felt so helpless, unable to do anything but wait for news that never came. She had to keep her wits about her when she pretended to be a street acrobat, visiting taverns to perform and drink and gamble. It was easy to forget her woes. And one of the best places to find information was where commoners gathered. Unfortunately, they knew nothing more about the war than she did.
Taking care of her little band of street rats helped too. She was teaching them skills that they could use to get jobs when they were old enough so that they wouldn’t become criminals and prostitutes, drawing on the lessons she had been given in her childhood. Athanasia bought books for them so they could practice reading, on subjects she thought might help them make good lives for themselves. Now the older ones were beginning to teach the younger children, which was a light in the darkness she now lived in.
Today she had invited Imeeya for a sleepover so that that they could spend some time together. When her cousin arrived, Athanasia led her to her spacious chambers. In the sitting room, a table had been placed between two klines, and as soon as they had sat down, slaves brought in wine and refreshments and then left as silently as they had come.
The princess poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Imeeya. “I’m so glad you agreed to come, Imeeya. It’s been a long time since we’ve had time to hang out together. We have a lot to catch up on.”
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It seemed like forever since Athanasia had spent time alone with her cousin and best friend. The last time had been during the excursion to the hot springs where they had made up after that stressful dinner when Vang had been poisoned and her father had come back from the dead. So much had happened and so many things had changed on that one fateful day.
The last time she had seen Imeeya had been by the shore when prayers for the men who had gone to war had been interrupted by a pod of beached whales. She had expected that Imeeya would go home with the royal family, but she had run off with the sister of the Master Informer. The young princess often wondered where she had gone.
More bowls had been made for Athanasia during the following few days. She had painted them like the others and took them to the ocean accompanied by her guards. After praying to Poseidon to watch over her father, her three brothers, and all the men serving with them, she had waded waist deep into the water and let them go, watching the candles flickering as they rode the gentle waves that would carry them out to sea. There had been a few other people on the beach doing the same thing, but her cousin had not been among them.
Athanasia had been sneaking out of the manor more often in disguise to keep from drowning in anxiety. The princess felt so helpless, unable to do anything but wait for news that never came. She had to keep her wits about her when she pretended to be a street acrobat, visiting taverns to perform and drink and gamble. It was easy to forget her woes. And one of the best places to find information was where commoners gathered. Unfortunately, they knew nothing more about the war than she did.
Taking care of her little band of street rats helped too. She was teaching them skills that they could use to get jobs when they were old enough so that they wouldn’t become criminals and prostitutes, drawing on the lessons she had been given in her childhood. Athanasia bought books for them so they could practice reading, on subjects she thought might help them make good lives for themselves. Now the older ones were beginning to teach the younger children, which was a light in the darkness she now lived in.
Today she had invited Imeeya for a sleepover so that that they could spend some time together. When her cousin arrived, Athanasia led her to her spacious chambers. In the sitting room, a table had been placed between two klines, and as soon as they had sat down, slaves brought in wine and refreshments and then left as silently as they had come.
The princess poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Imeeya. “I’m so glad you agreed to come, Imeeya. It’s been a long time since we’ve had time to hang out together. We have a lot to catch up on.”
It seemed like forever since Athanasia had spent time alone with her cousin and best friend. The last time had been during the excursion to the hot springs where they had made up after that stressful dinner when Vang had been poisoned and her father had come back from the dead. So much had happened and so many things had changed on that one fateful day.
The last time she had seen Imeeya had been by the shore when prayers for the men who had gone to war had been interrupted by a pod of beached whales. She had expected that Imeeya would go home with the royal family, but she had run off with the sister of the Master Informer. The young princess often wondered where she had gone.
More bowls had been made for Athanasia during the following few days. She had painted them like the others and took them to the ocean accompanied by her guards. After praying to Poseidon to watch over her father, her three brothers, and all the men serving with them, she had waded waist deep into the water and let them go, watching the candles flickering as they rode the gentle waves that would carry them out to sea. There had been a few other people on the beach doing the same thing, but her cousin had not been among them.
Athanasia had been sneaking out of the manor more often in disguise to keep from drowning in anxiety. The princess felt so helpless, unable to do anything but wait for news that never came. She had to keep her wits about her when she pretended to be a street acrobat, visiting taverns to perform and drink and gamble. It was easy to forget her woes. And one of the best places to find information was where commoners gathered. Unfortunately, they knew nothing more about the war than she did.
Taking care of her little band of street rats helped too. She was teaching them skills that they could use to get jobs when they were old enough so that they wouldn’t become criminals and prostitutes, drawing on the lessons she had been given in her childhood. Athanasia bought books for them so they could practice reading, on subjects she thought might help them make good lives for themselves. Now the older ones were beginning to teach the younger children, which was a light in the darkness she now lived in.
Today she had invited Imeeya for a sleepover so that that they could spend some time together. When her cousin arrived, Athanasia led her to her spacious chambers. In the sitting room, a table had been placed between two klines, and as soon as they had sat down, slaves brought in wine and refreshments and then left as silently as they had come.
The princess poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Imeeya. “I’m so glad you agreed to come, Imeeya. It’s been a long time since we’ve had time to hang out together. We have a lot to catch up on.”
Imeeya had been glad for any possible excuse to get out of their house. At the moment the atmosphere was stifling. It had all started with the appearance of a man who had claimed to be her father. Now her mother was upset, something Imeeya had previously thought impossible, and her sister seemed to be completely buying into this nonsense. It was too much to bear.
All of that was already on the back of everything else already happening. Imeeya had been tightly wound ever since the men had left to go to war. With her uncle and three cousins away at war, there was always the ever-present threat that she would lose someone that she cared about. She also needed Silanos to return as well, to figure out what she even felt about the man.
Silanos, she hadn’t even had a chance to tell Asia about what had happened there, although she dreaded the judgment she was sure to receive. The last time they had spoken, Asia was convinced that the man was stalking her. Imeeya almost wished that that were true. Instead, he seemed to care so little about her that he had yelled at her when she had tried to kiss him. He seemed apologetic in the letter he sent. The letter that had gotten her in trouble with her mother. The whole thing was a mess. She would just be glad when the war was over and then she’d be able to see him in person to help her figure any of it out.
In spite of all this, Imeeya had managed to maintain her composure as she traveled to the Kotas manor. It wasn’t a far journey after all, but she needed to keep up appearances that nothing was wrong. She didn’t need all of Colchis talking about this impostor-Lord’s return so she had to act like nothing had happened. If Imeeya’s smile was overly tight as she entered the manor to visit her cousin, no one made note of it.
As soon as they were alone together, Imeeya’s well-practiced pleasant expression slipped. She frowned as she grabbed a glass of wine from the tray placed between them. She downed half the cup in one long sip before turning back to her cousin. “I suppose that means the news hasn’t spread yet. I suppose we can be thankful for that small miracle at least.” It seemed that gossip often spread like wildfire in Colchis, but she had done her best to be discrete and she was sure that Essa would do the same. At least that horrible man hadn’t decided to spread his nonsense around either. That was smart of him.
Realizing her cousin had no context for what she was talking about. Imeeya began to explain. “A few days ago, someone showed up claiming to be Lord Drakos.” She took another long sip of her wine. “He obviously isn’t, but...he managed to upset Mom and...I think she believes him.” Imeeya was worried. She’d never seen her mother shaken like that before. Normally her mom was the one she’d go to for advice on something like this, but it was clear she couldn’t trust her judgment here. Imeeya sighed and drained the rest of the glass, before reaching over and pouring herself another.
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Imeeya had been glad for any possible excuse to get out of their house. At the moment the atmosphere was stifling. It had all started with the appearance of a man who had claimed to be her father. Now her mother was upset, something Imeeya had previously thought impossible, and her sister seemed to be completely buying into this nonsense. It was too much to bear.
All of that was already on the back of everything else already happening. Imeeya had been tightly wound ever since the men had left to go to war. With her uncle and three cousins away at war, there was always the ever-present threat that she would lose someone that she cared about. She also needed Silanos to return as well, to figure out what she even felt about the man.
Silanos, she hadn’t even had a chance to tell Asia about what had happened there, although she dreaded the judgment she was sure to receive. The last time they had spoken, Asia was convinced that the man was stalking her. Imeeya almost wished that that were true. Instead, he seemed to care so little about her that he had yelled at her when she had tried to kiss him. He seemed apologetic in the letter he sent. The letter that had gotten her in trouble with her mother. The whole thing was a mess. She would just be glad when the war was over and then she’d be able to see him in person to help her figure any of it out.
In spite of all this, Imeeya had managed to maintain her composure as she traveled to the Kotas manor. It wasn’t a far journey after all, but she needed to keep up appearances that nothing was wrong. She didn’t need all of Colchis talking about this impostor-Lord’s return so she had to act like nothing had happened. If Imeeya’s smile was overly tight as she entered the manor to visit her cousin, no one made note of it.
As soon as they were alone together, Imeeya’s well-practiced pleasant expression slipped. She frowned as she grabbed a glass of wine from the tray placed between them. She downed half the cup in one long sip before turning back to her cousin. “I suppose that means the news hasn’t spread yet. I suppose we can be thankful for that small miracle at least.” It seemed that gossip often spread like wildfire in Colchis, but she had done her best to be discrete and she was sure that Essa would do the same. At least that horrible man hadn’t decided to spread his nonsense around either. That was smart of him.
Realizing her cousin had no context for what she was talking about. Imeeya began to explain. “A few days ago, someone showed up claiming to be Lord Drakos.” She took another long sip of her wine. “He obviously isn’t, but...he managed to upset Mom and...I think she believes him.” Imeeya was worried. She’d never seen her mother shaken like that before. Normally her mom was the one she’d go to for advice on something like this, but it was clear she couldn’t trust her judgment here. Imeeya sighed and drained the rest of the glass, before reaching over and pouring herself another.
Imeeya had been glad for any possible excuse to get out of their house. At the moment the atmosphere was stifling. It had all started with the appearance of a man who had claimed to be her father. Now her mother was upset, something Imeeya had previously thought impossible, and her sister seemed to be completely buying into this nonsense. It was too much to bear.
All of that was already on the back of everything else already happening. Imeeya had been tightly wound ever since the men had left to go to war. With her uncle and three cousins away at war, there was always the ever-present threat that she would lose someone that she cared about. She also needed Silanos to return as well, to figure out what she even felt about the man.
Silanos, she hadn’t even had a chance to tell Asia about what had happened there, although she dreaded the judgment she was sure to receive. The last time they had spoken, Asia was convinced that the man was stalking her. Imeeya almost wished that that were true. Instead, he seemed to care so little about her that he had yelled at her when she had tried to kiss him. He seemed apologetic in the letter he sent. The letter that had gotten her in trouble with her mother. The whole thing was a mess. She would just be glad when the war was over and then she’d be able to see him in person to help her figure any of it out.
In spite of all this, Imeeya had managed to maintain her composure as she traveled to the Kotas manor. It wasn’t a far journey after all, but she needed to keep up appearances that nothing was wrong. She didn’t need all of Colchis talking about this impostor-Lord’s return so she had to act like nothing had happened. If Imeeya’s smile was overly tight as she entered the manor to visit her cousin, no one made note of it.
As soon as they were alone together, Imeeya’s well-practiced pleasant expression slipped. She frowned as she grabbed a glass of wine from the tray placed between them. She downed half the cup in one long sip before turning back to her cousin. “I suppose that means the news hasn’t spread yet. I suppose we can be thankful for that small miracle at least.” It seemed that gossip often spread like wildfire in Colchis, but she had done her best to be discrete and she was sure that Essa would do the same. At least that horrible man hadn’t decided to spread his nonsense around either. That was smart of him.
Realizing her cousin had no context for what she was talking about. Imeeya began to explain. “A few days ago, someone showed up claiming to be Lord Drakos.” She took another long sip of her wine. “He obviously isn’t, but...he managed to upset Mom and...I think she believes him.” Imeeya was worried. She’d never seen her mother shaken like that before. Normally her mom was the one she’d go to for advice on something like this, but it was clear she couldn’t trust her judgment here. Imeeya sighed and drained the rest of the glass, before reaching over and pouring herself another.
