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It was well through the morning by the time Aivon awoke from his slumber, the vestiges of his inebriation bringing with it a wave of nausea that inspired him to heave over the ship's bulwark. Once his throat burned with the fire of bile and he rose from the side, the man turned back towards the deck and threw his tunic over his shoulders. Rugged trousers completed his decidedly common ensemble as he rose from his accommodations and left the ship behind. A deckhand, one that traveled with Adrestus and Aivon on their journeys, was meandering about, buffing the ship's deck just as the scoundrel prepared to leave them
With nothing to do, it seemed just as well on for him to explore Magnestis, and yet... he posed the question before he wandered,
"Where's the captain?"
The deckhand raised himself from his task, a decidedly uncertain expression set on his features.
"I think he went to the capitol. I saw most everyone making their way out a few hours ago."
Most everyone?
The deckhand elaborated, informing the sailor that the only one he'd yet to see was the eldest daughter, Dione. He raised his brow. Wasn't that one the most notorious socialite of the bunch? What business did she have staying in when the sun was so high over the sky? With the rest of the varonos gone and away from their archontiko, Aivon took it upon himself to make sure that the eldest hadn't keeled over.
At least, that's what he'd explain to Adrestus if he was pressed on the issue. The reality was unveiled curiosity. Rather than stay out or explore Magnestis, he decided on one thing. He'd make it his personal obligation to irritate the woman. Based on her reputation as an avid socialite, her continued shelter in her home could really only mean a couple things.
She snuck someone in.
As amusing as that prospect might've been, he held his doubts.
She's dead.
There would be some kind of fuss? Surely, the servants checked up on their mistresses from time to time.
She had a rowdy night and now she's hungover.
How he wished it to be this. How incredibly amusing would it to hear the pampered social climber groaning out her laments? He had to find out. Aivon's stay was extended, and he'd spent more than enough nights in Magnestis to justify the staff knowing who he was. Whether they knew his name, he really didn't care. The Nikolaos family could be trusted with that part of himself. He walked the archontiko without an escort, peeking through room after room until he found the woman slumbering.
At least she's hot, he mused, rolling his eyes before he took hold of the blanket covering her and pried it from her body. Rolling it up in his hands, he pushed it forward, intent on having the thick fabric collide directly with her.
"Wake up, your grace. Day's wasting away with you playing dead in your palace."
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It was well through the morning by the time Aivon awoke from his slumber, the vestiges of his inebriation bringing with it a wave of nausea that inspired him to heave over the ship's bulwark. Once his throat burned with the fire of bile and he rose from the side, the man turned back towards the deck and threw his tunic over his shoulders. Rugged trousers completed his decidedly common ensemble as he rose from his accommodations and left the ship behind. A deckhand, one that traveled with Adrestus and Aivon on their journeys, was meandering about, buffing the ship's deck just as the scoundrel prepared to leave them
With nothing to do, it seemed just as well on for him to explore Magnestis, and yet... he posed the question before he wandered,
"Where's the captain?"
The deckhand raised himself from his task, a decidedly uncertain expression set on his features.
"I think he went to the capitol. I saw most everyone making their way out a few hours ago."
Most everyone?
The deckhand elaborated, informing the sailor that the only one he'd yet to see was the eldest daughter, Dione. He raised his brow. Wasn't that one the most notorious socialite of the bunch? What business did she have staying in when the sun was so high over the sky? With the rest of the varonos gone and away from their archontiko, Aivon took it upon himself to make sure that the eldest hadn't keeled over.
At least, that's what he'd explain to Adrestus if he was pressed on the issue. The reality was unveiled curiosity. Rather than stay out or explore Magnestis, he decided on one thing. He'd make it his personal obligation to irritate the woman. Based on her reputation as an avid socialite, her continued shelter in her home could really only mean a couple things.
She snuck someone in.
As amusing as that prospect might've been, he held his doubts.
She's dead.
There would be some kind of fuss? Surely, the servants checked up on their mistresses from time to time.
She had a rowdy night and now she's hungover.
How he wished it to be this. How incredibly amusing would it to hear the pampered social climber groaning out her laments? He had to find out. Aivon's stay was extended, and he'd spent more than enough nights in Magnestis to justify the staff knowing who he was. Whether they knew his name, he really didn't care. The Nikolaos family could be trusted with that part of himself. He walked the archontiko without an escort, peeking through room after room until he found the woman slumbering.
At least she's hot, he mused, rolling his eyes before he took hold of the blanket covering her and pried it from her body. Rolling it up in his hands, he pushed it forward, intent on having the thick fabric collide directly with her.
"Wake up, your grace. Day's wasting away with you playing dead in your palace."
It was well through the morning by the time Aivon awoke from his slumber, the vestiges of his inebriation bringing with it a wave of nausea that inspired him to heave over the ship's bulwark. Once his throat burned with the fire of bile and he rose from the side, the man turned back towards the deck and threw his tunic over his shoulders. Rugged trousers completed his decidedly common ensemble as he rose from his accommodations and left the ship behind. A deckhand, one that traveled with Adrestus and Aivon on their journeys, was meandering about, buffing the ship's deck just as the scoundrel prepared to leave them
With nothing to do, it seemed just as well on for him to explore Magnestis, and yet... he posed the question before he wandered,
"Where's the captain?"
The deckhand raised himself from his task, a decidedly uncertain expression set on his features.
"I think he went to the capitol. I saw most everyone making their way out a few hours ago."
Most everyone?
The deckhand elaborated, informing the sailor that the only one he'd yet to see was the eldest daughter, Dione. He raised his brow. Wasn't that one the most notorious socialite of the bunch? What business did she have staying in when the sun was so high over the sky? With the rest of the varonos gone and away from their archontiko, Aivon took it upon himself to make sure that the eldest hadn't keeled over.
At least, that's what he'd explain to Adrestus if he was pressed on the issue. The reality was unveiled curiosity. Rather than stay out or explore Magnestis, he decided on one thing. He'd make it his personal obligation to irritate the woman. Based on her reputation as an avid socialite, her continued shelter in her home could really only mean a couple things.
She snuck someone in.
As amusing as that prospect might've been, he held his doubts.
She's dead.
There would be some kind of fuss? Surely, the servants checked up on their mistresses from time to time.
She had a rowdy night and now she's hungover.
How he wished it to be this. How incredibly amusing would it to hear the pampered social climber groaning out her laments? He had to find out. Aivon's stay was extended, and he'd spent more than enough nights in Magnestis to justify the staff knowing who he was. Whether they knew his name, he really didn't care. The Nikolaos family could be trusted with that part of himself. He walked the archontiko without an escort, peeking through room after room until he found the woman slumbering.
At least she's hot, he mused, rolling his eyes before he took hold of the blanket covering her and pried it from her body. Rolling it up in his hands, he pushed it forward, intent on having the thick fabric collide directly with her.
"Wake up, your grace. Day's wasting away with you playing dead in your palace."
It had taken a long time for sleep to find her last night. She’d tried of course, knowing that she was due to travel to the capitol the next day, but after a few restless hours she had risen from the sheets and called for wine. The servant had given her quite the side-eye when she’d kept the entire bottle rather than accepting a glass, but she had paid her no mind at all. It was beneath her to care what the servants thought of her habits. She’d curled up on her balcony and listened to the cold night pass as she smothered the loud thoughts inside her head. She had nursed it for hours, finally going inside, stripping down to nothing and drawing the covers over herself sometime before dawn. She’d tucked the empty bottle in next to her and tried not to think of how it was the only company she’d kept in this bed for weeks.
Athenia was a mess, and that had managed to find a way to ruin most of her social life. Ianthe had wanted to keep the family at home, and at first the eldest had humored her. After all, there had been a riot in the streets and the lower classes were at the cusp of rebellion. The nobility were a target and the royal line was unstable. It made sense to stay away, but she had had enough of hiding. She missed her friends and her life, so she had made plans to go into the capitol.
She was still sleeping off her night of indulgence when there was a sudden whoosh and her body was exposed to the cool morning air. She grumbled, unaware of her indecent state, wrapping her arms around her pillow as she stretched out onto her stomach. Her blonde hair was all awry, mussed with sleep and pulled from it’s braid. Dione turned her face into the pillow, hiding away from the light that seemed to be everywhere now. Gods above, who was bothering her at this hour? She wondered, oblivious to the fact that this hour was now well beyond when she was supposed to have been on the ship.
”Silence.” She muttered at the unfamiliar voice. One eye cracked open, spying that...that...man that her brother had brought home a few months ago. She had met him then and had found their encounter unsavory then. She thought she had told Adrestus to keep that man away from the house? Dione squinted at him, her head pounding as she adjusted to the light. She took a deep breath and turned onto her side away from him, still unaware of her own state as she gave him her backside.
”What are you even doing in here?” She grumbled, wrinkling her nose even as she closed her eyes again. ”These are my private rooms you...you...cretin.”
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It had taken a long time for sleep to find her last night. She’d tried of course, knowing that she was due to travel to the capitol the next day, but after a few restless hours she had risen from the sheets and called for wine. The servant had given her quite the side-eye when she’d kept the entire bottle rather than accepting a glass, but she had paid her no mind at all. It was beneath her to care what the servants thought of her habits. She’d curled up on her balcony and listened to the cold night pass as she smothered the loud thoughts inside her head. She had nursed it for hours, finally going inside, stripping down to nothing and drawing the covers over herself sometime before dawn. She’d tucked the empty bottle in next to her and tried not to think of how it was the only company she’d kept in this bed for weeks.
Athenia was a mess, and that had managed to find a way to ruin most of her social life. Ianthe had wanted to keep the family at home, and at first the eldest had humored her. After all, there had been a riot in the streets and the lower classes were at the cusp of rebellion. The nobility were a target and the royal line was unstable. It made sense to stay away, but she had had enough of hiding. She missed her friends and her life, so she had made plans to go into the capitol.
She was still sleeping off her night of indulgence when there was a sudden whoosh and her body was exposed to the cool morning air. She grumbled, unaware of her indecent state, wrapping her arms around her pillow as she stretched out onto her stomach. Her blonde hair was all awry, mussed with sleep and pulled from it’s braid. Dione turned her face into the pillow, hiding away from the light that seemed to be everywhere now. Gods above, who was bothering her at this hour? She wondered, oblivious to the fact that this hour was now well beyond when she was supposed to have been on the ship.
”Silence.” She muttered at the unfamiliar voice. One eye cracked open, spying that...that...man that her brother had brought home a few months ago. She had met him then and had found their encounter unsavory then. She thought she had told Adrestus to keep that man away from the house? Dione squinted at him, her head pounding as she adjusted to the light. She took a deep breath and turned onto her side away from him, still unaware of her own state as she gave him her backside.
”What are you even doing in here?” She grumbled, wrinkling her nose even as she closed her eyes again. ”These are my private rooms you...you...cretin.”
It had taken a long time for sleep to find her last night. She’d tried of course, knowing that she was due to travel to the capitol the next day, but after a few restless hours she had risen from the sheets and called for wine. The servant had given her quite the side-eye when she’d kept the entire bottle rather than accepting a glass, but she had paid her no mind at all. It was beneath her to care what the servants thought of her habits. She’d curled up on her balcony and listened to the cold night pass as she smothered the loud thoughts inside her head. She had nursed it for hours, finally going inside, stripping down to nothing and drawing the covers over herself sometime before dawn. She’d tucked the empty bottle in next to her and tried not to think of how it was the only company she’d kept in this bed for weeks.
Athenia was a mess, and that had managed to find a way to ruin most of her social life. Ianthe had wanted to keep the family at home, and at first the eldest had humored her. After all, there had been a riot in the streets and the lower classes were at the cusp of rebellion. The nobility were a target and the royal line was unstable. It made sense to stay away, but she had had enough of hiding. She missed her friends and her life, so she had made plans to go into the capitol.
She was still sleeping off her night of indulgence when there was a sudden whoosh and her body was exposed to the cool morning air. She grumbled, unaware of her indecent state, wrapping her arms around her pillow as she stretched out onto her stomach. Her blonde hair was all awry, mussed with sleep and pulled from it’s braid. Dione turned her face into the pillow, hiding away from the light that seemed to be everywhere now. Gods above, who was bothering her at this hour? She wondered, oblivious to the fact that this hour was now well beyond when she was supposed to have been on the ship.
”Silence.” She muttered at the unfamiliar voice. One eye cracked open, spying that...that...man that her brother had brought home a few months ago. She had met him then and had found their encounter unsavory then. She thought she had told Adrestus to keep that man away from the house? Dione squinted at him, her head pounding as she adjusted to the light. She took a deep breath and turned onto her side away from him, still unaware of her own state as she gave him her backside.
”What are you even doing in here?” She grumbled, wrinkling her nose even as she closed her eyes again. ”These are my private rooms you...you...cretin.”
Whoosh.
Whatever it was that Aivon expected when he pulled that blanket from over her body, it wasn't this. He certainly held no complaints as his gaze widened, as he followed the curve of her jawline along the length of her neck and towards the ample breasts that were left entirely exposed to his scrutiny. Dione of Nikolaos had the sort of figure that made women seethe with envy and men pine after desperately. Aivon was no different. Getting that eyeful, however, didn't stop him from throwing the blanket at her prone figure.
Whatever the mess covered up when it landed, he certainly took the time to admire the rest. Legs peeked from beneath the fabric, and he had every intention of craning forward to let a hand brush along her flesh until she muttered out that silence and her open eye met his own. That delicious distaste mustered up immediately, the sort of avid dislike that only grew steeper when realization dawned and she squinted at him properly. As she turned to the side, the blanket fell once again, exposing her spine and popping her rear out.
Fuckin hell she hasn't realized yet, has she?
"What are you even doing in here?"
It was a valid question, and one he didn't have the most polite answer to. Would he chance it, telling her the truth? There was no reason to. The truth was a relative thing, and it would be more entertaining for the easy lie that bubbled past his lips to manifest.
"I heard you were still in the house. And all alone. I figured, your grace, this would be the best time to determine whether you wanted to have a bit of fun," he winked at her before he threw himself on the bed right next to her. He left his feet off of the mattress, his sandals falling right off from them as he let a soft hum escape his lips at her uttered insult. Cretin? Was that her best shot? The invasion of privacy was none of his concern. He'd chalk all of this off to checking for her safety or something stupid like that.
No, he was more interested in toying with the lovely noble lady in the privacy of her chambers. A playful hand wandered along the blanket, sliding it lower as he let the soft murmur escape his lips,
"I had no idea you were so scandalous, your grace. Sleeping in the nude? I've gained some respect for your tastes, a body like yours has no business being covered up at any point."
Just as he informed her of her state, he pushed himself off from the bed, but not before letting his fingertips trace the curve of her spine in a teasing ploy, just as his other hand took the wine bottle she had nestled against her. He stood, settling himself against the nearby wall as he raised the bottle to his lips. It was warm, having absorbed her body heat through the course of the evening, but the fine vintage and the spectacle of doing what he was made the bubbly go down that little bit smoother.
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Whoosh.
Whatever it was that Aivon expected when he pulled that blanket from over her body, it wasn't this. He certainly held no complaints as his gaze widened, as he followed the curve of her jawline along the length of her neck and towards the ample breasts that were left entirely exposed to his scrutiny. Dione of Nikolaos had the sort of figure that made women seethe with envy and men pine after desperately. Aivon was no different. Getting that eyeful, however, didn't stop him from throwing the blanket at her prone figure.
Whatever the mess covered up when it landed, he certainly took the time to admire the rest. Legs peeked from beneath the fabric, and he had every intention of craning forward to let a hand brush along her flesh until she muttered out that silence and her open eye met his own. That delicious distaste mustered up immediately, the sort of avid dislike that only grew steeper when realization dawned and she squinted at him properly. As she turned to the side, the blanket fell once again, exposing her spine and popping her rear out.
Fuckin hell she hasn't realized yet, has she?
"What are you even doing in here?"
It was a valid question, and one he didn't have the most polite answer to. Would he chance it, telling her the truth? There was no reason to. The truth was a relative thing, and it would be more entertaining for the easy lie that bubbled past his lips to manifest.
"I heard you were still in the house. And all alone. I figured, your grace, this would be the best time to determine whether you wanted to have a bit of fun," he winked at her before he threw himself on the bed right next to her. He left his feet off of the mattress, his sandals falling right off from them as he let a soft hum escape his lips at her uttered insult. Cretin? Was that her best shot? The invasion of privacy was none of his concern. He'd chalk all of this off to checking for her safety or something stupid like that.
No, he was more interested in toying with the lovely noble lady in the privacy of her chambers. A playful hand wandered along the blanket, sliding it lower as he let the soft murmur escape his lips,
"I had no idea you were so scandalous, your grace. Sleeping in the nude? I've gained some respect for your tastes, a body like yours has no business being covered up at any point."
Just as he informed her of her state, he pushed himself off from the bed, but not before letting his fingertips trace the curve of her spine in a teasing ploy, just as his other hand took the wine bottle she had nestled against her. He stood, settling himself against the nearby wall as he raised the bottle to his lips. It was warm, having absorbed her body heat through the course of the evening, but the fine vintage and the spectacle of doing what he was made the bubbly go down that little bit smoother.
Whoosh.
Whatever it was that Aivon expected when he pulled that blanket from over her body, it wasn't this. He certainly held no complaints as his gaze widened, as he followed the curve of her jawline along the length of her neck and towards the ample breasts that were left entirely exposed to his scrutiny. Dione of Nikolaos had the sort of figure that made women seethe with envy and men pine after desperately. Aivon was no different. Getting that eyeful, however, didn't stop him from throwing the blanket at her prone figure.
Whatever the mess covered up when it landed, he certainly took the time to admire the rest. Legs peeked from beneath the fabric, and he had every intention of craning forward to let a hand brush along her flesh until she muttered out that silence and her open eye met his own. That delicious distaste mustered up immediately, the sort of avid dislike that only grew steeper when realization dawned and she squinted at him properly. As she turned to the side, the blanket fell once again, exposing her spine and popping her rear out.
Fuckin hell she hasn't realized yet, has she?
"What are you even doing in here?"
It was a valid question, and one he didn't have the most polite answer to. Would he chance it, telling her the truth? There was no reason to. The truth was a relative thing, and it would be more entertaining for the easy lie that bubbled past his lips to manifest.
"I heard you were still in the house. And all alone. I figured, your grace, this would be the best time to determine whether you wanted to have a bit of fun," he winked at her before he threw himself on the bed right next to her. He left his feet off of the mattress, his sandals falling right off from them as he let a soft hum escape his lips at her uttered insult. Cretin? Was that her best shot? The invasion of privacy was none of his concern. He'd chalk all of this off to checking for her safety or something stupid like that.
No, he was more interested in toying with the lovely noble lady in the privacy of her chambers. A playful hand wandered along the blanket, sliding it lower as he let the soft murmur escape his lips,
"I had no idea you were so scandalous, your grace. Sleeping in the nude? I've gained some respect for your tastes, a body like yours has no business being covered up at any point."
Just as he informed her of her state, he pushed himself off from the bed, but not before letting his fingertips trace the curve of her spine in a teasing ploy, just as his other hand took the wine bottle she had nestled against her. He stood, settling himself against the nearby wall as he raised the bottle to his lips. It was warm, having absorbed her body heat through the course of the evening, but the fine vintage and the spectacle of doing what he was made the bubbly go down that little bit smoother.
She muttered something in triumph as her brother’s crew hand threw the blanket back over her, gathering it to her to reclaim some of the warmth that she’d lost when he’d taken it. It smelled faintly of him, of the ocean air and something else. She was pleasantly surprised to find it didn’t stink, which she had been expecting. At least Adrestus could make his crew bathe. She glared at him from over her shoulder when he spoke, and she supposed the words should have been unsurprising.
”Excuse you?” She said, her body bouncing as he flopped onto her bed. She picked up her head, blonde hair a mess as she considered him with piercing green eyes. ”I know I must have just misheard you, little fish.” His feet dangled from her bed, his lean and muscled body stretching out so close to her that she could clearly see the warm darkness of his eyes. Dione didn’t like to admit it, but he was a handsome scoundrel -- but a scoundrel nonetheless. She could gain absolutely nothing by allowing him into her bed.
He could be the best lover on this side of Greece, but he could never offer her the desires of her heart. He would be a weight tied to her ankle, dragging her to the bottom of the sea. ”Get out of my bed.” She said snarkily, keeping her back to him. He seemed to take the veiled threat as an invitation, his hand brushing along her blanket and drawing it down to bare her shoulder. Gods, this sleeping gown was too thin if even a shoulder revealed to the air was making her shiver. Or was it her imagination? Running away with her thinking about this...devil in her bed?
I had no idea you were so scandalous, your grace. Sleeping in the nude?”
The words made her jerk, her gaze dropping down to the state of her undress in horror as he touched the indent of her spine before looking up at him. Her fingers were quick to snatch the blankets tighter, holding them to her and trying to be sure that all of her was covered. ”Gods above.” She said, uttering an unrepeatable curse. He’d seen her naked. He’d been in her bed while she was naked.
He sprang from the bed, taking with him the bottle of wine that was certainly to blame for all of this. Her head began to pound as she clutched the blankets to her form, a furious blush spreading across her cheeks. She had been naked with men before, had taken a handful of higher nobles and royalty to her bed in hopes of snaring one, but he was the first to see her without the permission she granted them. It was different somehow, being seen without having given him the access herself. Heat seared her face, turning her pale skin scarlett.
”I swear on the Gods if you mention a word of this to anyone...I’ll...I’ll…” She floundered for a proper threat. This was the sort of thing that could ruin her reputation in polite society. Her upper class partners had some notion of discretion, but she doubted that such a thing would occur to a lowborn. Even if they hadn’t done anything, just his word could be dangerous. ”I’ll make sure you are thrown into the darkest dungeon in Athenia.” She bit out. She started to rise, dragging the blankets with her.
She made sure she was covered as she came around to where he stood, drinking her wine. She snatched for the bottle, careful to keep her grip on the blanket keeping her modesty. ”I should have you arrested for accosting me in my private chambers, you dog.” Her face was still pink, but angry as she put her finger in his face. ”Does Adrestus need to know that you snuck into his sister’s bedchambers while she slept? Hm?” She was being overly defensive now, trying to cow him into obedience. It had worked on others, but somehow she was sure Aivon could care less.
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She muttered something in triumph as her brother’s crew hand threw the blanket back over her, gathering it to her to reclaim some of the warmth that she’d lost when he’d taken it. It smelled faintly of him, of the ocean air and something else. She was pleasantly surprised to find it didn’t stink, which she had been expecting. At least Adrestus could make his crew bathe. She glared at him from over her shoulder when he spoke, and she supposed the words should have been unsurprising.
”Excuse you?” She said, her body bouncing as he flopped onto her bed. She picked up her head, blonde hair a mess as she considered him with piercing green eyes. ”I know I must have just misheard you, little fish.” His feet dangled from her bed, his lean and muscled body stretching out so close to her that she could clearly see the warm darkness of his eyes. Dione didn’t like to admit it, but he was a handsome scoundrel -- but a scoundrel nonetheless. She could gain absolutely nothing by allowing him into her bed.
He could be the best lover on this side of Greece, but he could never offer her the desires of her heart. He would be a weight tied to her ankle, dragging her to the bottom of the sea. ”Get out of my bed.” She said snarkily, keeping her back to him. He seemed to take the veiled threat as an invitation, his hand brushing along her blanket and drawing it down to bare her shoulder. Gods, this sleeping gown was too thin if even a shoulder revealed to the air was making her shiver. Or was it her imagination? Running away with her thinking about this...devil in her bed?
I had no idea you were so scandalous, your grace. Sleeping in the nude?”
The words made her jerk, her gaze dropping down to the state of her undress in horror as he touched the indent of her spine before looking up at him. Her fingers were quick to snatch the blankets tighter, holding them to her and trying to be sure that all of her was covered. ”Gods above.” She said, uttering an unrepeatable curse. He’d seen her naked. He’d been in her bed while she was naked.
He sprang from the bed, taking with him the bottle of wine that was certainly to blame for all of this. Her head began to pound as she clutched the blankets to her form, a furious blush spreading across her cheeks. She had been naked with men before, had taken a handful of higher nobles and royalty to her bed in hopes of snaring one, but he was the first to see her without the permission she granted them. It was different somehow, being seen without having given him the access herself. Heat seared her face, turning her pale skin scarlett.
”I swear on the Gods if you mention a word of this to anyone...I’ll...I’ll…” She floundered for a proper threat. This was the sort of thing that could ruin her reputation in polite society. Her upper class partners had some notion of discretion, but she doubted that such a thing would occur to a lowborn. Even if they hadn’t done anything, just his word could be dangerous. ”I’ll make sure you are thrown into the darkest dungeon in Athenia.” She bit out. She started to rise, dragging the blankets with her.
She made sure she was covered as she came around to where he stood, drinking her wine. She snatched for the bottle, careful to keep her grip on the blanket keeping her modesty. ”I should have you arrested for accosting me in my private chambers, you dog.” Her face was still pink, but angry as she put her finger in his face. ”Does Adrestus need to know that you snuck into his sister’s bedchambers while she slept? Hm?” She was being overly defensive now, trying to cow him into obedience. It had worked on others, but somehow she was sure Aivon could care less.
She muttered something in triumph as her brother’s crew hand threw the blanket back over her, gathering it to her to reclaim some of the warmth that she’d lost when he’d taken it. It smelled faintly of him, of the ocean air and something else. She was pleasantly surprised to find it didn’t stink, which she had been expecting. At least Adrestus could make his crew bathe. She glared at him from over her shoulder when he spoke, and she supposed the words should have been unsurprising.
”Excuse you?” She said, her body bouncing as he flopped onto her bed. She picked up her head, blonde hair a mess as she considered him with piercing green eyes. ”I know I must have just misheard you, little fish.” His feet dangled from her bed, his lean and muscled body stretching out so close to her that she could clearly see the warm darkness of his eyes. Dione didn’t like to admit it, but he was a handsome scoundrel -- but a scoundrel nonetheless. She could gain absolutely nothing by allowing him into her bed.
He could be the best lover on this side of Greece, but he could never offer her the desires of her heart. He would be a weight tied to her ankle, dragging her to the bottom of the sea. ”Get out of my bed.” She said snarkily, keeping her back to him. He seemed to take the veiled threat as an invitation, his hand brushing along her blanket and drawing it down to bare her shoulder. Gods, this sleeping gown was too thin if even a shoulder revealed to the air was making her shiver. Or was it her imagination? Running away with her thinking about this...devil in her bed?
I had no idea you were so scandalous, your grace. Sleeping in the nude?”
The words made her jerk, her gaze dropping down to the state of her undress in horror as he touched the indent of her spine before looking up at him. Her fingers were quick to snatch the blankets tighter, holding them to her and trying to be sure that all of her was covered. ”Gods above.” She said, uttering an unrepeatable curse. He’d seen her naked. He’d been in her bed while she was naked.
He sprang from the bed, taking with him the bottle of wine that was certainly to blame for all of this. Her head began to pound as she clutched the blankets to her form, a furious blush spreading across her cheeks. She had been naked with men before, had taken a handful of higher nobles and royalty to her bed in hopes of snaring one, but he was the first to see her without the permission she granted them. It was different somehow, being seen without having given him the access herself. Heat seared her face, turning her pale skin scarlett.
”I swear on the Gods if you mention a word of this to anyone...I’ll...I’ll…” She floundered for a proper threat. This was the sort of thing that could ruin her reputation in polite society. Her upper class partners had some notion of discretion, but she doubted that such a thing would occur to a lowborn. Even if they hadn’t done anything, just his word could be dangerous. ”I’ll make sure you are thrown into the darkest dungeon in Athenia.” She bit out. She started to rise, dragging the blankets with her.
She made sure she was covered as she came around to where he stood, drinking her wine. She snatched for the bottle, careful to keep her grip on the blanket keeping her modesty. ”I should have you arrested for accosting me in my private chambers, you dog.” Her face was still pink, but angry as she put her finger in his face. ”Does Adrestus need to know that you snuck into his sister’s bedchambers while she slept? Hm?” She was being overly defensive now, trying to cow him into obedience. It had worked on others, but somehow she was sure Aivon could care less.
"I know I must have just misheard you, little fish."
What did that even mean? The woman made so little sense, perhaps she was still drunk. However, by the look of her, the determined disdain in her gaze, she seemed with her wits about her. Did she think that was funny? Insulting? His features knitted into unveiled bewilderment as he wiggled his toes, perfectly intent on leaning back into her pillows as he stretched his body, the smirk on his lips growing all the wider in light of her moment's indulgence.
Acutely aware of his beauty, her gaze caused him to preen, a wink thrown at the woman just as she turned back to keep her back facing him. When he at last pulled back and rose to his feet, the laughter in his expression was impossible to miss. His gaze brightened with mirth at the fact that she'd just realized it, needing to be prompted into learning that she'd slept in the nude. Clearly, it wasn't a habit? A one-time concession to the drunkenness that claimed her consciousness.
After she uttered that curse against the Gods, his eyes widened in a mockery of shock, his hand clutching his own chest as he collapsed against the wall, his tongue popped out of his mouth. Was the beautiful Lady tongue-tied? It seemed a problem again and again, as if the shock of the situation had deprived her ability to think. He tapped his chin as he waited for her to decide what the punishment would be for his heinous crime of destroying her precious little reputation.
He had no intention of divulging anything to anyone. Keeper of his own secrets, he was not the sort to spread gossip, but to learn it. He loved coaxing information out of feminine lips, by virtue of witty conversation (obviously a precursor to foreplay) or in whispered pillow talk after the fact. When Dione finally finished her little threat, he 'ooooh'd, layering a particularly spectral tinge into his tone at the prospect of being incarcerated.
When she approached him at last, his lips puckered. When she murmured the logical conclusion to this little trespass, he shrugged a shoulder. Did that imply that she didn't intend to? How heartwarming.
Blowing a kiss at the exquisite creature before he kicked off the wall with one foot. That same foot settled in between the both of hers, distance closed between the two of them as a hand shifted. He brushed his fingertips along the flesh of her jawline as he breathed into her ear, his lips brushing along the lobe,
"There it is."
Low laughter spilled from his lips as his free hand grasped the patch of blanket covering her hip. A hand moved the finger out of his face, his expression narrowed in distaste at the practice. Haughty bitches liked to pretend a waggling finger had any sort of power. His chest pressed against her own, pinning the blanket against her body. If she intended to have him arrested, then she'd waited entirely too long to do so.
"Adrestus isn't here. Your guards are scattered through the estate. The best you could do is scream and let your handmaidens find you. And by then, I could be well on my way. But, you won't, will you?"
Fingers raised to brace over the woman's mouth,
"Listen to me," he began again.
"Adrestus will spend half an hour in a tizzy over all of this, then what? You'd deprive him of one of his best mates? Imagine the heartbreak of losing me after he lost Marietta."
He knew all too well the leverage he held against the Nikolaos heir. They were close. Perhaps too close for the scoundrel's tastes. He'd always reveled in his freedom and now he had less of it due to his consideration for Adrestus. Slowly, he pulled the hand from her mouth, drawing nearer. Dangerously close to her mouth, his lips nearly brushed against hers as he asked,
"Do we understand each other?"
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"I know I must have just misheard you, little fish."
What did that even mean? The woman made so little sense, perhaps she was still drunk. However, by the look of her, the determined disdain in her gaze, she seemed with her wits about her. Did she think that was funny? Insulting? His features knitted into unveiled bewilderment as he wiggled his toes, perfectly intent on leaning back into her pillows as he stretched his body, the smirk on his lips growing all the wider in light of her moment's indulgence.
Acutely aware of his beauty, her gaze caused him to preen, a wink thrown at the woman just as she turned back to keep her back facing him. When he at last pulled back and rose to his feet, the laughter in his expression was impossible to miss. His gaze brightened with mirth at the fact that she'd just realized it, needing to be prompted into learning that she'd slept in the nude. Clearly, it wasn't a habit? A one-time concession to the drunkenness that claimed her consciousness.
After she uttered that curse against the Gods, his eyes widened in a mockery of shock, his hand clutching his own chest as he collapsed against the wall, his tongue popped out of his mouth. Was the beautiful Lady tongue-tied? It seemed a problem again and again, as if the shock of the situation had deprived her ability to think. He tapped his chin as he waited for her to decide what the punishment would be for his heinous crime of destroying her precious little reputation.
He had no intention of divulging anything to anyone. Keeper of his own secrets, he was not the sort to spread gossip, but to learn it. He loved coaxing information out of feminine lips, by virtue of witty conversation (obviously a precursor to foreplay) or in whispered pillow talk after the fact. When Dione finally finished her little threat, he 'ooooh'd, layering a particularly spectral tinge into his tone at the prospect of being incarcerated.
When she approached him at last, his lips puckered. When she murmured the logical conclusion to this little trespass, he shrugged a shoulder. Did that imply that she didn't intend to? How heartwarming.
Blowing a kiss at the exquisite creature before he kicked off the wall with one foot. That same foot settled in between the both of hers, distance closed between the two of them as a hand shifted. He brushed his fingertips along the flesh of her jawline as he breathed into her ear, his lips brushing along the lobe,
"There it is."
Low laughter spilled from his lips as his free hand grasped the patch of blanket covering her hip. A hand moved the finger out of his face, his expression narrowed in distaste at the practice. Haughty bitches liked to pretend a waggling finger had any sort of power. His chest pressed against her own, pinning the blanket against her body. If she intended to have him arrested, then she'd waited entirely too long to do so.
"Adrestus isn't here. Your guards are scattered through the estate. The best you could do is scream and let your handmaidens find you. And by then, I could be well on my way. But, you won't, will you?"
Fingers raised to brace over the woman's mouth,
"Listen to me," he began again.
"Adrestus will spend half an hour in a tizzy over all of this, then what? You'd deprive him of one of his best mates? Imagine the heartbreak of losing me after he lost Marietta."
He knew all too well the leverage he held against the Nikolaos heir. They were close. Perhaps too close for the scoundrel's tastes. He'd always reveled in his freedom and now he had less of it due to his consideration for Adrestus. Slowly, he pulled the hand from her mouth, drawing nearer. Dangerously close to her mouth, his lips nearly brushed against hers as he asked,
"Do we understand each other?"
"I know I must have just misheard you, little fish."
What did that even mean? The woman made so little sense, perhaps she was still drunk. However, by the look of her, the determined disdain in her gaze, she seemed with her wits about her. Did she think that was funny? Insulting? His features knitted into unveiled bewilderment as he wiggled his toes, perfectly intent on leaning back into her pillows as he stretched his body, the smirk on his lips growing all the wider in light of her moment's indulgence.
Acutely aware of his beauty, her gaze caused him to preen, a wink thrown at the woman just as she turned back to keep her back facing him. When he at last pulled back and rose to his feet, the laughter in his expression was impossible to miss. His gaze brightened with mirth at the fact that she'd just realized it, needing to be prompted into learning that she'd slept in the nude. Clearly, it wasn't a habit? A one-time concession to the drunkenness that claimed her consciousness.
After she uttered that curse against the Gods, his eyes widened in a mockery of shock, his hand clutching his own chest as he collapsed against the wall, his tongue popped out of his mouth. Was the beautiful Lady tongue-tied? It seemed a problem again and again, as if the shock of the situation had deprived her ability to think. He tapped his chin as he waited for her to decide what the punishment would be for his heinous crime of destroying her precious little reputation.
He had no intention of divulging anything to anyone. Keeper of his own secrets, he was not the sort to spread gossip, but to learn it. He loved coaxing information out of feminine lips, by virtue of witty conversation (obviously a precursor to foreplay) or in whispered pillow talk after the fact. When Dione finally finished her little threat, he 'ooooh'd, layering a particularly spectral tinge into his tone at the prospect of being incarcerated.
When she approached him at last, his lips puckered. When she murmured the logical conclusion to this little trespass, he shrugged a shoulder. Did that imply that she didn't intend to? How heartwarming.
Blowing a kiss at the exquisite creature before he kicked off the wall with one foot. That same foot settled in between the both of hers, distance closed between the two of them as a hand shifted. He brushed his fingertips along the flesh of her jawline as he breathed into her ear, his lips brushing along the lobe,
"There it is."
Low laughter spilled from his lips as his free hand grasped the patch of blanket covering her hip. A hand moved the finger out of his face, his expression narrowed in distaste at the practice. Haughty bitches liked to pretend a waggling finger had any sort of power. His chest pressed against her own, pinning the blanket against her body. If she intended to have him arrested, then she'd waited entirely too long to do so.
"Adrestus isn't here. Your guards are scattered through the estate. The best you could do is scream and let your handmaidens find you. And by then, I could be well on my way. But, you won't, will you?"
Fingers raised to brace over the woman's mouth,
"Listen to me," he began again.
"Adrestus will spend half an hour in a tizzy over all of this, then what? You'd deprive him of one of his best mates? Imagine the heartbreak of losing me after he lost Marietta."
He knew all too well the leverage he held against the Nikolaos heir. They were close. Perhaps too close for the scoundrel's tastes. He'd always reveled in his freedom and now he had less of it due to his consideration for Adrestus. Slowly, he pulled the hand from her mouth, drawing nearer. Dangerously close to her mouth, his lips nearly brushed against hers as he asked,
"Do we understand each other?"
He was infuriating.
His hands moved in opposite directions, one ensnaring her hip while the other brushed aside her finger that she had pointed in his face. Her embarrassment was quickly giving way into anger, but he seemed to pull the rug out from under her as he brought her up and against his chest. The blanket was a flimsy covering, and she could feel every hard line of him -- every button and strap of his clothes. She tried to pull back, her features twisted in anger as she opened her mouth and sucked in a breath to make good on her threat. If he wanted to test her resolve on the matter, then she would call his bluff. She would be the one writing this story -- not him and yet, she did not get the opportunity to call out.
Her chest tightened as he put his fingers over her mouth, keeping her from making a sound. Her fingers hooked into his clothes, trying to keep her balance so they wouldn’t go toppling but in doing so -- she lost control of the blanket. It was sandwiched between them, going nowhere unless one of them moved.
Listen to me, He said.
A shiver went down her spine, her toes curling as she resisted the idea of being attracted to this kind of behavior. She should have been repulsed, even angry but there was something quite...thrilling about it. The very idea that he could overpower her like this should have been terrifying, but she found liquid heat pooling instead. A different sort of blush spread across her cheeks as he forced her to hear him out, pulling a card that effectively reversed what she’d thrown at him.
He was correct in the assumption that Adrestus would be devastated to lose another friend so quickly after his little heartbreak with Marietta. She had no doubt that her brother would recover -- had recovered in some ways -- but the wounds were deep and fresh. Dione would spare him any pain, even if she thought that the Antonis’ girl’s reasons had been perfectly sound. Her green gaze narrowed, an acknowledgement of the truth of his words.
She let out the breath she’d been holding when he moved his hand, releasing her there but not letting her go entirely. Instead he leaned forward, and she leaned back until she could go no further. His lips were so close that she could feel them just barely there, out of reach. The heat in her belly swirled, the scoundrel so close that she thought she could taste him, but she held his eyes and forced herself not to look away.
Dione of Nikolaos who disdained the poor and sought to climb the social ladder was tempted by this man. Even if she would never admit it to herself or anyone else. His manipulation of her was...intriguing, leaving her breathless for a few moments as her pulse quickened. Each thunderous beat of her heart seemed to further brand her a traitor to her very ideals. She wanted this...peeping tom.
”Are you fucking my brother?” She blurted, the absurdity of it breaking the spell he’d weaved over her. She turned her face away, resisting the temptation he presented with his mouth. ”Because it sounds like you are.” Her tone was haughty as she said it, and she shuffled her feet slightly to try to pull away again. The blanket ruffled and bunched between them, and she reached for it with one hand while the other kept hold of him for balance.
”Let me go.” She demanded, pushing away with real effort now. She was a woman, not some hotblooded male unable to follow anything but the shake of their own cock. ”I have things to do today, and they don’t include standing here with you.”
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He was infuriating.
His hands moved in opposite directions, one ensnaring her hip while the other brushed aside her finger that she had pointed in his face. Her embarrassment was quickly giving way into anger, but he seemed to pull the rug out from under her as he brought her up and against his chest. The blanket was a flimsy covering, and she could feel every hard line of him -- every button and strap of his clothes. She tried to pull back, her features twisted in anger as she opened her mouth and sucked in a breath to make good on her threat. If he wanted to test her resolve on the matter, then she would call his bluff. She would be the one writing this story -- not him and yet, she did not get the opportunity to call out.
Her chest tightened as he put his fingers over her mouth, keeping her from making a sound. Her fingers hooked into his clothes, trying to keep her balance so they wouldn’t go toppling but in doing so -- she lost control of the blanket. It was sandwiched between them, going nowhere unless one of them moved.
Listen to me, He said.
A shiver went down her spine, her toes curling as she resisted the idea of being attracted to this kind of behavior. She should have been repulsed, even angry but there was something quite...thrilling about it. The very idea that he could overpower her like this should have been terrifying, but she found liquid heat pooling instead. A different sort of blush spread across her cheeks as he forced her to hear him out, pulling a card that effectively reversed what she’d thrown at him.
He was correct in the assumption that Adrestus would be devastated to lose another friend so quickly after his little heartbreak with Marietta. She had no doubt that her brother would recover -- had recovered in some ways -- but the wounds were deep and fresh. Dione would spare him any pain, even if she thought that the Antonis’ girl’s reasons had been perfectly sound. Her green gaze narrowed, an acknowledgement of the truth of his words.
She let out the breath she’d been holding when he moved his hand, releasing her there but not letting her go entirely. Instead he leaned forward, and she leaned back until she could go no further. His lips were so close that she could feel them just barely there, out of reach. The heat in her belly swirled, the scoundrel so close that she thought she could taste him, but she held his eyes and forced herself not to look away.
Dione of Nikolaos who disdained the poor and sought to climb the social ladder was tempted by this man. Even if she would never admit it to herself or anyone else. His manipulation of her was...intriguing, leaving her breathless for a few moments as her pulse quickened. Each thunderous beat of her heart seemed to further brand her a traitor to her very ideals. She wanted this...peeping tom.
”Are you fucking my brother?” She blurted, the absurdity of it breaking the spell he’d weaved over her. She turned her face away, resisting the temptation he presented with his mouth. ”Because it sounds like you are.” Her tone was haughty as she said it, and she shuffled her feet slightly to try to pull away again. The blanket ruffled and bunched between them, and she reached for it with one hand while the other kept hold of him for balance.
”Let me go.” She demanded, pushing away with real effort now. She was a woman, not some hotblooded male unable to follow anything but the shake of their own cock. ”I have things to do today, and they don’t include standing here with you.”
He was infuriating.
His hands moved in opposite directions, one ensnaring her hip while the other brushed aside her finger that she had pointed in his face. Her embarrassment was quickly giving way into anger, but he seemed to pull the rug out from under her as he brought her up and against his chest. The blanket was a flimsy covering, and she could feel every hard line of him -- every button and strap of his clothes. She tried to pull back, her features twisted in anger as she opened her mouth and sucked in a breath to make good on her threat. If he wanted to test her resolve on the matter, then she would call his bluff. She would be the one writing this story -- not him and yet, she did not get the opportunity to call out.
Her chest tightened as he put his fingers over her mouth, keeping her from making a sound. Her fingers hooked into his clothes, trying to keep her balance so they wouldn’t go toppling but in doing so -- she lost control of the blanket. It was sandwiched between them, going nowhere unless one of them moved.
Listen to me, He said.
A shiver went down her spine, her toes curling as she resisted the idea of being attracted to this kind of behavior. She should have been repulsed, even angry but there was something quite...thrilling about it. The very idea that he could overpower her like this should have been terrifying, but she found liquid heat pooling instead. A different sort of blush spread across her cheeks as he forced her to hear him out, pulling a card that effectively reversed what she’d thrown at him.
He was correct in the assumption that Adrestus would be devastated to lose another friend so quickly after his little heartbreak with Marietta. She had no doubt that her brother would recover -- had recovered in some ways -- but the wounds were deep and fresh. Dione would spare him any pain, even if she thought that the Antonis’ girl’s reasons had been perfectly sound. Her green gaze narrowed, an acknowledgement of the truth of his words.
She let out the breath she’d been holding when he moved his hand, releasing her there but not letting her go entirely. Instead he leaned forward, and she leaned back until she could go no further. His lips were so close that she could feel them just barely there, out of reach. The heat in her belly swirled, the scoundrel so close that she thought she could taste him, but she held his eyes and forced herself not to look away.
Dione of Nikolaos who disdained the poor and sought to climb the social ladder was tempted by this man. Even if she would never admit it to herself or anyone else. His manipulation of her was...intriguing, leaving her breathless for a few moments as her pulse quickened. Each thunderous beat of her heart seemed to further brand her a traitor to her very ideals. She wanted this...peeping tom.
”Are you fucking my brother?” She blurted, the absurdity of it breaking the spell he’d weaved over her. She turned her face away, resisting the temptation he presented with his mouth. ”Because it sounds like you are.” Her tone was haughty as she said it, and she shuffled her feet slightly to try to pull away again. The blanket ruffled and bunched between them, and she reached for it with one hand while the other kept hold of him for balance.
”Let me go.” She demanded, pushing away with real effort now. She was a woman, not some hotblooded male unable to follow anything but the shake of their own cock. ”I have things to do today, and they don’t include standing here with you.”
She was fascinating.
Aivon couldn't place whether it was the enticing curves of her body that she'd unwittingly let him see far too much of, or if it was the bite in her tone that gave way to the most subtle of shivers that coursed through her body once he'd covered over her mouth. Was that arousal? It certainly wasn't fear. She listened to his logic, and deigned it correct not to scream. She folded, and Aivon couldn't say whether his words were a bluff or he'd simply held the right call. In the end, he was safe for the moment and he reveled in the idea of that.
"Are you fucking my brother?"
She blurted it out and the aggression he'd pulled on her, the covering of her mouth and pressing her into the wall... it resurfaced. Anger rushed blood through his skull and sent it flaring in delicious rushes of pleasure through his veins. When Aivon decided to be sober, it was only fitting that the peak of emotional highs coursed the same sort of adrenaline through his blood. This bitch got under his skin, compelled him to fly into anger and he'd have her head for it. She turned her face away from his lips, her haughtiness returning in her tone as she at last gathered her blankets and made it apparent that she'd composed herself.
"Are you jealous of him?" he teased, his lips curving into a wide smirk as he held still against the push on his chest. He wasn't done with her yet. His chest pressed tightly against hers, the heat of his body fully intent on waxing through the thin blanket of hers as he breathed into her ear,
"I don't swing that way, but it seems like he does."
He held no judgment for Adrestus' preferences. It never crossed his mind that his sister might be ignorant of this particular detail. In the end, men taking other men to bed only left more options on the table for Aivon himself. He arched his brow at her words, denoting something to do even when she'd spent half the day languishing in her bed, knocked out cold by her wine. He wondered if she was a lightweight, or if there were empty bottles littering the floor. Ever since he'd seen her naked, she and her body had been the only thing of consequence in this place.
"Like me?" he asked her, letting his lips curve into a wider smile as he drew closer. A hand shifted, fingers sifting into those blonde tresses to apply just a shade of pressure to her nape. He pulled forward, letting lips trace her cheekbone before he whispered in her ear,
"It's my prerogative to come with you, if you intend to go anywhere, your grace."
Adrestus told him to do no such thing, but if she intended to reach Athenia, it was far too late for her to take the carriages. She'd have to go by boat, and the stretch of sea from Magnestis to the capitol were by no means something this woman could handle on her own. The idea of her taking anyone else was an absurdity. Already, she'd proven herself intriguing to him, and he'd take the opportunity to persist as the leech whose teeth dug too deeply into flesh to be rid of.
When, at last, the sailor pulled back, he grasped the blanket as well, leaving Dione in the nude as he threw it over his shoulder. As if to placate her at last, he turned himself around, taking several steps forward so that she could dress herself without him overtly ogling her.
A flicker of courtesy, the only one she'd get.
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She was fascinating.
Aivon couldn't place whether it was the enticing curves of her body that she'd unwittingly let him see far too much of, or if it was the bite in her tone that gave way to the most subtle of shivers that coursed through her body once he'd covered over her mouth. Was that arousal? It certainly wasn't fear. She listened to his logic, and deigned it correct not to scream. She folded, and Aivon couldn't say whether his words were a bluff or he'd simply held the right call. In the end, he was safe for the moment and he reveled in the idea of that.
"Are you fucking my brother?"
She blurted it out and the aggression he'd pulled on her, the covering of her mouth and pressing her into the wall... it resurfaced. Anger rushed blood through his skull and sent it flaring in delicious rushes of pleasure through his veins. When Aivon decided to be sober, it was only fitting that the peak of emotional highs coursed the same sort of adrenaline through his blood. This bitch got under his skin, compelled him to fly into anger and he'd have her head for it. She turned her face away from his lips, her haughtiness returning in her tone as she at last gathered her blankets and made it apparent that she'd composed herself.
"Are you jealous of him?" he teased, his lips curving into a wide smirk as he held still against the push on his chest. He wasn't done with her yet. His chest pressed tightly against hers, the heat of his body fully intent on waxing through the thin blanket of hers as he breathed into her ear,
"I don't swing that way, but it seems like he does."
He held no judgment for Adrestus' preferences. It never crossed his mind that his sister might be ignorant of this particular detail. In the end, men taking other men to bed only left more options on the table for Aivon himself. He arched his brow at her words, denoting something to do even when she'd spent half the day languishing in her bed, knocked out cold by her wine. He wondered if she was a lightweight, or if there were empty bottles littering the floor. Ever since he'd seen her naked, she and her body had been the only thing of consequence in this place.
"Like me?" he asked her, letting his lips curve into a wider smile as he drew closer. A hand shifted, fingers sifting into those blonde tresses to apply just a shade of pressure to her nape. He pulled forward, letting lips trace her cheekbone before he whispered in her ear,
"It's my prerogative to come with you, if you intend to go anywhere, your grace."
Adrestus told him to do no such thing, but if she intended to reach Athenia, it was far too late for her to take the carriages. She'd have to go by boat, and the stretch of sea from Magnestis to the capitol were by no means something this woman could handle on her own. The idea of her taking anyone else was an absurdity. Already, she'd proven herself intriguing to him, and he'd take the opportunity to persist as the leech whose teeth dug too deeply into flesh to be rid of.
When, at last, the sailor pulled back, he grasped the blanket as well, leaving Dione in the nude as he threw it over his shoulder. As if to placate her at last, he turned himself around, taking several steps forward so that she could dress herself without him overtly ogling her.
A flicker of courtesy, the only one she'd get.
She was fascinating.
Aivon couldn't place whether it was the enticing curves of her body that she'd unwittingly let him see far too much of, or if it was the bite in her tone that gave way to the most subtle of shivers that coursed through her body once he'd covered over her mouth. Was that arousal? It certainly wasn't fear. She listened to his logic, and deigned it correct not to scream. She folded, and Aivon couldn't say whether his words were a bluff or he'd simply held the right call. In the end, he was safe for the moment and he reveled in the idea of that.
"Are you fucking my brother?"
She blurted it out and the aggression he'd pulled on her, the covering of her mouth and pressing her into the wall... it resurfaced. Anger rushed blood through his skull and sent it flaring in delicious rushes of pleasure through his veins. When Aivon decided to be sober, it was only fitting that the peak of emotional highs coursed the same sort of adrenaline through his blood. This bitch got under his skin, compelled him to fly into anger and he'd have her head for it. She turned her face away from his lips, her haughtiness returning in her tone as she at last gathered her blankets and made it apparent that she'd composed herself.
"Are you jealous of him?" he teased, his lips curving into a wide smirk as he held still against the push on his chest. He wasn't done with her yet. His chest pressed tightly against hers, the heat of his body fully intent on waxing through the thin blanket of hers as he breathed into her ear,
"I don't swing that way, but it seems like he does."
He held no judgment for Adrestus' preferences. It never crossed his mind that his sister might be ignorant of this particular detail. In the end, men taking other men to bed only left more options on the table for Aivon himself. He arched his brow at her words, denoting something to do even when she'd spent half the day languishing in her bed, knocked out cold by her wine. He wondered if she was a lightweight, or if there were empty bottles littering the floor. Ever since he'd seen her naked, she and her body had been the only thing of consequence in this place.
"Like me?" he asked her, letting his lips curve into a wider smile as he drew closer. A hand shifted, fingers sifting into those blonde tresses to apply just a shade of pressure to her nape. He pulled forward, letting lips trace her cheekbone before he whispered in her ear,
"It's my prerogative to come with you, if you intend to go anywhere, your grace."
Adrestus told him to do no such thing, but if she intended to reach Athenia, it was far too late for her to take the carriages. She'd have to go by boat, and the stretch of sea from Magnestis to the capitol were by no means something this woman could handle on her own. The idea of her taking anyone else was an absurdity. Already, she'd proven herself intriguing to him, and he'd take the opportunity to persist as the leech whose teeth dug too deeply into flesh to be rid of.
When, at last, the sailor pulled back, he grasped the blanket as well, leaving Dione in the nude as he threw it over his shoulder. As if to placate her at last, he turned himself around, taking several steps forward so that she could dress herself without him overtly ogling her.
A flicker of courtesy, the only one she'd get.
He held her firmly, not letting her push him away even when she tried. Her back pressed into the wall and she was trying very hard to ignore the flutter in her chest, like a wild bird had realized it sat in a cage and was determined to set itself free.
Are you jealous of him?
Viridescent gaze swung back to him, her brows furrowing in a combination of anger and confusion. Was that a confession? Dear Gods she was going to have to have a discussion with Adrestus about his taste in men. She might have found the idea of a same-sex partner unappealing, but she would not fault him for finding his pleasures where he could. It just seemed so strange, she had been sure he was firmly interested in women -- given his choice in women. First Marietta, then Ariadne.
A breath escaped her in a rush as he pressed in tighter, his chest pinning her all the more firmly to the wall. Any movement she made created a delicious friction, something that she forced herself not to think about even as she did it. If she stilled, then it was acceptance, so she kept trying to get him to pull away. She lifted her chin, gritting her teeth as he spoke so carelessly about her brother. Perhaps, if not the choice in a bedfellow -- she would warn her brother about this man’s loose tongue. She had no idea if what he said was true, but if he was this loose-lipped then he was not someone that her brother should keep in his confidence.
Dione met his gaze, feeling her heart sink as he leaned in closer. His hand weaved its way through her hair, grabbing her by the scruff and applying pressure. She had to yield, baring her throat even as she growled between her teeth -- his breath warm against her ear.
It’s my prerogative to come with you, if you intend to go anywhere, your grace.
”Like hell you will.” She spat, even as he still held her hostage. Her emerald gaze was alight with fire, glinting as she reconsidered screaming for the guards once more. Maybe it would be worth it, to teach this man a lesson. She was not something or someone to play with. She was a lady and he had to show her much more respect than this. He should be punished for …
It was that moment that he pulled away, ripping the blanket away with him in the same moment. Her eyes went wide as she instinctively threw her arm across her chest to cover her breasts and the other to cover her sex. A bright red blush spread from head to toe, his eyes taking in too much of her before she turned around. Something about her ass showing was less embarrassing. She heard, rather than saw the blanket rustle, daring a glance over her shoulder to see if he had dropped it. Instead, she found that he’d thrown it over his shoulder and was sauntering away but not out of her door.
Rage burned hot in her stomach, burning away the arousal in her lower half that had been simmering. What a...a… She couldn’t even finish the thought, unsure of a good enough word to describe how despicable she found this...creature. Without thought, Dione turned, golden locks swaying. She crossed the space between them in a few strides, pressing her palms into his shoulder blades to propel him forward.
She said nothing at all, not a word having left her lips in several moments. She pushed until she had him to the door, unceremoniously shoving him out of it and slamming her door shut. She screamed at the closed door, a feral sound, her blanket lost to the hallway but at least he was no longer in her chambers. She would most certainly speak to Adrestus about this incident, perhaps not giving him all the details but he had to know the kind of man he had serving on his crew.
Dione turned back to her chambers, leaning heavily on the door with a sigh. Gods above, how had a simple bottle of wine turned into such a disaster? The blonde went to the far side of the room, where her clothing would be waiting for her. She always had the maids lay out her things the night before, and today they had chosen a fine crimson colored chiton for her. She preferred reds, crimsons and scarletts for her dresses. Part of it was because they complimented her so well but the other was due to house pride. She loved to dress in the colors of her house.
Her dressing took several minutes as she tried to calm the spinning tizzy of her heart, calm the racing pulse of her blood. Gods, she wanted to strangle that man. She had wanted that from the moment that Adrestus had introduced him to her. She could see right through him and that playboy nature of his. He was trouble, and she had a brood of younger siblings to protect from that menace. It had nothing to do with the fact that she thought him attractive...he simply was too far beneath her for that to matter.
When she was dressed, her silky gold hair pinned up and out of her way, she made her way to the door. He had said that he would accompany her today… It’s my prerogative to come with you, if you intend to go anywhere… But she was hoping that had been another tease on his part. Her face hardened at the sight of him lingering in her hall, the blanket still in hand.
”Give me that.” She hissed, hurrying forward to try to snatch it away from his hands. ”No one better have seen you with that.” She threatened.
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He held her firmly, not letting her push him away even when she tried. Her back pressed into the wall and she was trying very hard to ignore the flutter in her chest, like a wild bird had realized it sat in a cage and was determined to set itself free.
Are you jealous of him?
Viridescent gaze swung back to him, her brows furrowing in a combination of anger and confusion. Was that a confession? Dear Gods she was going to have to have a discussion with Adrestus about his taste in men. She might have found the idea of a same-sex partner unappealing, but she would not fault him for finding his pleasures where he could. It just seemed so strange, she had been sure he was firmly interested in women -- given his choice in women. First Marietta, then Ariadne.
A breath escaped her in a rush as he pressed in tighter, his chest pinning her all the more firmly to the wall. Any movement she made created a delicious friction, something that she forced herself not to think about even as she did it. If she stilled, then it was acceptance, so she kept trying to get him to pull away. She lifted her chin, gritting her teeth as he spoke so carelessly about her brother. Perhaps, if not the choice in a bedfellow -- she would warn her brother about this man’s loose tongue. She had no idea if what he said was true, but if he was this loose-lipped then he was not someone that her brother should keep in his confidence.
Dione met his gaze, feeling her heart sink as he leaned in closer. His hand weaved its way through her hair, grabbing her by the scruff and applying pressure. She had to yield, baring her throat even as she growled between her teeth -- his breath warm against her ear.
It’s my prerogative to come with you, if you intend to go anywhere, your grace.
”Like hell you will.” She spat, even as he still held her hostage. Her emerald gaze was alight with fire, glinting as she reconsidered screaming for the guards once more. Maybe it would be worth it, to teach this man a lesson. She was not something or someone to play with. She was a lady and he had to show her much more respect than this. He should be punished for …
It was that moment that he pulled away, ripping the blanket away with him in the same moment. Her eyes went wide as she instinctively threw her arm across her chest to cover her breasts and the other to cover her sex. A bright red blush spread from head to toe, his eyes taking in too much of her before she turned around. Something about her ass showing was less embarrassing. She heard, rather than saw the blanket rustle, daring a glance over her shoulder to see if he had dropped it. Instead, she found that he’d thrown it over his shoulder and was sauntering away but not out of her door.
Rage burned hot in her stomach, burning away the arousal in her lower half that had been simmering. What a...a… She couldn’t even finish the thought, unsure of a good enough word to describe how despicable she found this...creature. Without thought, Dione turned, golden locks swaying. She crossed the space between them in a few strides, pressing her palms into his shoulder blades to propel him forward.
She said nothing at all, not a word having left her lips in several moments. She pushed until she had him to the door, unceremoniously shoving him out of it and slamming her door shut. She screamed at the closed door, a feral sound, her blanket lost to the hallway but at least he was no longer in her chambers. She would most certainly speak to Adrestus about this incident, perhaps not giving him all the details but he had to know the kind of man he had serving on his crew.
Dione turned back to her chambers, leaning heavily on the door with a sigh. Gods above, how had a simple bottle of wine turned into such a disaster? The blonde went to the far side of the room, where her clothing would be waiting for her. She always had the maids lay out her things the night before, and today they had chosen a fine crimson colored chiton for her. She preferred reds, crimsons and scarletts for her dresses. Part of it was because they complimented her so well but the other was due to house pride. She loved to dress in the colors of her house.
Her dressing took several minutes as she tried to calm the spinning tizzy of her heart, calm the racing pulse of her blood. Gods, she wanted to strangle that man. She had wanted that from the moment that Adrestus had introduced him to her. She could see right through him and that playboy nature of his. He was trouble, and she had a brood of younger siblings to protect from that menace. It had nothing to do with the fact that she thought him attractive...he simply was too far beneath her for that to matter.
When she was dressed, her silky gold hair pinned up and out of her way, she made her way to the door. He had said that he would accompany her today… It’s my prerogative to come with you, if you intend to go anywhere… But she was hoping that had been another tease on his part. Her face hardened at the sight of him lingering in her hall, the blanket still in hand.
”Give me that.” She hissed, hurrying forward to try to snatch it away from his hands. ”No one better have seen you with that.” She threatened.
He held her firmly, not letting her push him away even when she tried. Her back pressed into the wall and she was trying very hard to ignore the flutter in her chest, like a wild bird had realized it sat in a cage and was determined to set itself free.
Are you jealous of him?
Viridescent gaze swung back to him, her brows furrowing in a combination of anger and confusion. Was that a confession? Dear Gods she was going to have to have a discussion with Adrestus about his taste in men. She might have found the idea of a same-sex partner unappealing, but she would not fault him for finding his pleasures where he could. It just seemed so strange, she had been sure he was firmly interested in women -- given his choice in women. First Marietta, then Ariadne.
A breath escaped her in a rush as he pressed in tighter, his chest pinning her all the more firmly to the wall. Any movement she made created a delicious friction, something that she forced herself not to think about even as she did it. If she stilled, then it was acceptance, so she kept trying to get him to pull away. She lifted her chin, gritting her teeth as he spoke so carelessly about her brother. Perhaps, if not the choice in a bedfellow -- she would warn her brother about this man’s loose tongue. She had no idea if what he said was true, but if he was this loose-lipped then he was not someone that her brother should keep in his confidence.
Dione met his gaze, feeling her heart sink as he leaned in closer. His hand weaved its way through her hair, grabbing her by the scruff and applying pressure. She had to yield, baring her throat even as she growled between her teeth -- his breath warm against her ear.
It’s my prerogative to come with you, if you intend to go anywhere, your grace.
”Like hell you will.” She spat, even as he still held her hostage. Her emerald gaze was alight with fire, glinting as she reconsidered screaming for the guards once more. Maybe it would be worth it, to teach this man a lesson. She was not something or someone to play with. She was a lady and he had to show her much more respect than this. He should be punished for …
It was that moment that he pulled away, ripping the blanket away with him in the same moment. Her eyes went wide as she instinctively threw her arm across her chest to cover her breasts and the other to cover her sex. A bright red blush spread from head to toe, his eyes taking in too much of her before she turned around. Something about her ass showing was less embarrassing. She heard, rather than saw the blanket rustle, daring a glance over her shoulder to see if he had dropped it. Instead, she found that he’d thrown it over his shoulder and was sauntering away but not out of her door.
Rage burned hot in her stomach, burning away the arousal in her lower half that had been simmering. What a...a… She couldn’t even finish the thought, unsure of a good enough word to describe how despicable she found this...creature. Without thought, Dione turned, golden locks swaying. She crossed the space between them in a few strides, pressing her palms into his shoulder blades to propel him forward.
She said nothing at all, not a word having left her lips in several moments. She pushed until she had him to the door, unceremoniously shoving him out of it and slamming her door shut. She screamed at the closed door, a feral sound, her blanket lost to the hallway but at least he was no longer in her chambers. She would most certainly speak to Adrestus about this incident, perhaps not giving him all the details but he had to know the kind of man he had serving on his crew.
Dione turned back to her chambers, leaning heavily on the door with a sigh. Gods above, how had a simple bottle of wine turned into such a disaster? The blonde went to the far side of the room, where her clothing would be waiting for her. She always had the maids lay out her things the night before, and today they had chosen a fine crimson colored chiton for her. She preferred reds, crimsons and scarletts for her dresses. Part of it was because they complimented her so well but the other was due to house pride. She loved to dress in the colors of her house.
Her dressing took several minutes as she tried to calm the spinning tizzy of her heart, calm the racing pulse of her blood. Gods, she wanted to strangle that man. She had wanted that from the moment that Adrestus had introduced him to her. She could see right through him and that playboy nature of his. He was trouble, and she had a brood of younger siblings to protect from that menace. It had nothing to do with the fact that she thought him attractive...he simply was too far beneath her for that to matter.
When she was dressed, her silky gold hair pinned up and out of her way, she made her way to the door. He had said that he would accompany her today… It’s my prerogative to come with you, if you intend to go anywhere… But she was hoping that had been another tease on his part. Her face hardened at the sight of him lingering in her hall, the blanket still in hand.
”Give me that.” She hissed, hurrying forward to try to snatch it away from his hands. ”No one better have seen you with that.” She threatened.
