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It was clear to Achilleas that his mount knew the way to Archontiko Leventi from the way the stallion’s ears pricked forward and he snatched at the bit. In fact, the animal was a little over fresh, and was keeping the Lord Mikaelidas on his toes as he made the ride across the city, exasperated as the big dark horse shied at nothing and jogged rather than walked.
The day was new still so that the warmth was pleasant, though Achilleas noted his horse had sweated up as if the sun was at its zenith. He made a note to talk to the stable hand about cutting down his grain. Used to leading charges and covering leagues, the charger was over conditioned for the light use he had been getting of late.
His rider could sympathise. It had been a while since he had been at home for such a length of time, and though he could hardly claim it to have been uneventful, he found himself growing restive under the oppressive rule of his father. It was not that he had ever truly escaped Irakles, no, his father was far too good at penning missives for that, but it had been less intense before he was back and living in the city again.
It would be better, he kept telling himself, after he and Theodora were wed and they could retreat to his barony where he would not be so available for his father’s every whim. At least he could pretend that for a little while.
It was the arrangements of said marriage that saw him making this trip, as he sought to reassure himself that everything was in place for the celebration which seemed almost close enough to touch, now. He had given his word to his father that it was all in hand, and did not want any surprises to the contrary.
And, if he were honest with himself, Achilleas thought his eyes had gone far too long without resting upon his beautiful bride to be. He wanted, nay needed, more of those moments like they had snatched on the temple tour, away from expecting gazes and pomp and ceremony so they might see one other truly.
With a shake of his head at his own foolishness, he let the stallion have some rein as they reached the outskirts of the city, relishing the burst of speed, the restrained power of the horse beneath him as he surged forward. He let it clear his head of the niggling worries he carried about the senate meeting tomorrow and whatever plans his father had set in motion.
He had slowed to a more considerate pace before reaching the archontiko, and though his destination was the old manor, he thought to leave his horse at the stableyard off the main house. It never hurt to cast an eye over the stock, and he had more faith in the skills of the stablehands, used to handling fine-bred animals who could be more highly strung. Met by one of the grooms, Achilleas swung off his horse’s back and tugged on his ears he handed over the reins. “ Do not overwater him” he instructed unnecessarily as the stallion was led away, and then the baron turned to face the uniformed servant who loitered, having seen him arrive and ready to show him on. “My Lord Mikaelidas, welcome. Shall I announce you?”
At this, Achilleas hesitated, for he yearned to head straight to look for Theodora, but he stifled a sigh and gave a nod. If nothing else, he had learnt that his own wants and needs should fall behind his duty, and certainly calling on his father’s old friend and the Head of the House Leventi would fall into that category.
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It was clear to Achilleas that his mount knew the way to Archontiko Leventi from the way the stallion’s ears pricked forward and he snatched at the bit. In fact, the animal was a little over fresh, and was keeping the Lord Mikaelidas on his toes as he made the ride across the city, exasperated as the big dark horse shied at nothing and jogged rather than walked.
The day was new still so that the warmth was pleasant, though Achilleas noted his horse had sweated up as if the sun was at its zenith. He made a note to talk to the stable hand about cutting down his grain. Used to leading charges and covering leagues, the charger was over conditioned for the light use he had been getting of late.
His rider could sympathise. It had been a while since he had been at home for such a length of time, and though he could hardly claim it to have been uneventful, he found himself growing restive under the oppressive rule of his father. It was not that he had ever truly escaped Irakles, no, his father was far too good at penning missives for that, but it had been less intense before he was back and living in the city again.
It would be better, he kept telling himself, after he and Theodora were wed and they could retreat to his barony where he would not be so available for his father’s every whim. At least he could pretend that for a little while.
It was the arrangements of said marriage that saw him making this trip, as he sought to reassure himself that everything was in place for the celebration which seemed almost close enough to touch, now. He had given his word to his father that it was all in hand, and did not want any surprises to the contrary.
And, if he were honest with himself, Achilleas thought his eyes had gone far too long without resting upon his beautiful bride to be. He wanted, nay needed, more of those moments like they had snatched on the temple tour, away from expecting gazes and pomp and ceremony so they might see one other truly.
With a shake of his head at his own foolishness, he let the stallion have some rein as they reached the outskirts of the city, relishing the burst of speed, the restrained power of the horse beneath him as he surged forward. He let it clear his head of the niggling worries he carried about the senate meeting tomorrow and whatever plans his father had set in motion.
He had slowed to a more considerate pace before reaching the archontiko, and though his destination was the old manor, he thought to leave his horse at the stableyard off the main house. It never hurt to cast an eye over the stock, and he had more faith in the skills of the stablehands, used to handling fine-bred animals who could be more highly strung. Met by one of the grooms, Achilleas swung off his horse’s back and tugged on his ears he handed over the reins. “ Do not overwater him” he instructed unnecessarily as the stallion was led away, and then the baron turned to face the uniformed servant who loitered, having seen him arrive and ready to show him on. “My Lord Mikaelidas, welcome. Shall I announce you?”
At this, Achilleas hesitated, for he yearned to head straight to look for Theodora, but he stifled a sigh and gave a nod. If nothing else, he had learnt that his own wants and needs should fall behind his duty, and certainly calling on his father’s old friend and the Head of the House Leventi would fall into that category.
It was clear to Achilleas that his mount knew the way to Archontiko Leventi from the way the stallion’s ears pricked forward and he snatched at the bit. In fact, the animal was a little over fresh, and was keeping the Lord Mikaelidas on his toes as he made the ride across the city, exasperated as the big dark horse shied at nothing and jogged rather than walked.
The day was new still so that the warmth was pleasant, though Achilleas noted his horse had sweated up as if the sun was at its zenith. He made a note to talk to the stable hand about cutting down his grain. Used to leading charges and covering leagues, the charger was over conditioned for the light use he had been getting of late.
His rider could sympathise. It had been a while since he had been at home for such a length of time, and though he could hardly claim it to have been uneventful, he found himself growing restive under the oppressive rule of his father. It was not that he had ever truly escaped Irakles, no, his father was far too good at penning missives for that, but it had been less intense before he was back and living in the city again.
It would be better, he kept telling himself, after he and Theodora were wed and they could retreat to his barony where he would not be so available for his father’s every whim. At least he could pretend that for a little while.
It was the arrangements of said marriage that saw him making this trip, as he sought to reassure himself that everything was in place for the celebration which seemed almost close enough to touch, now. He had given his word to his father that it was all in hand, and did not want any surprises to the contrary.
And, if he were honest with himself, Achilleas thought his eyes had gone far too long without resting upon his beautiful bride to be. He wanted, nay needed, more of those moments like they had snatched on the temple tour, away from expecting gazes and pomp and ceremony so they might see one other truly.
With a shake of his head at his own foolishness, he let the stallion have some rein as they reached the outskirts of the city, relishing the burst of speed, the restrained power of the horse beneath him as he surged forward. He let it clear his head of the niggling worries he carried about the senate meeting tomorrow and whatever plans his father had set in motion.
He had slowed to a more considerate pace before reaching the archontiko, and though his destination was the old manor, he thought to leave his horse at the stableyard off the main house. It never hurt to cast an eye over the stock, and he had more faith in the skills of the stablehands, used to handling fine-bred animals who could be more highly strung. Met by one of the grooms, Achilleas swung off his horse’s back and tugged on his ears he handed over the reins. “ Do not overwater him” he instructed unnecessarily as the stallion was led away, and then the baron turned to face the uniformed servant who loitered, having seen him arrive and ready to show him on. “My Lord Mikaelidas, welcome. Shall I announce you?”
At this, Achilleas hesitated, for he yearned to head straight to look for Theodora, but he stifled a sigh and gave a nod. If nothing else, he had learnt that his own wants and needs should fall behind his duty, and certainly calling on his father’s old friend and the Head of the House Leventi would fall into that category.
It was mid-morning when the liveried servant came to fetch Fotios from the chamber he liked to call his "quiet room". Like his office, the room was decked out in dark woods and impressive tapestries of fiery, warm colours, and the hardwood slats that decorated the floors were coated in woven rugs from the east. Cushions, pillows and half raised chairs were settled in a rudimentary circle in the room. An opium smoke vase was settled in the corner on a stand. Several bottles of wine were kept on display ready to be opened if so chosen. Little towers of books were dotted around the room and on every surface - not in organised bookcases or shelves like in his study, but in easy to reach little columns and piles.
The cases - for there were some in the room - were half height and, instead of looming over the occupiers of the room, only reached an average man's waistline. Upon them were not books but objects. Boxes and little chests, vases and glass beakers. A single, dusty volume open to a particular page by a standing display podium. There were the tusks and teeth of animals from faraway lands, jewels and gold jewellery from foreign traders. Small paintings, devices and gadgets. Inventions and ideas brought to fruition that might not yet work in the world but might someday attain a level of achievement that could change the world. One of Fotios' favourite items was a piece of parchment that laid out the structure and building framework for a set of wings... so that a human might fly. It might not yet work without sending any unfortunate volunteer plummeting to their death but it was a symbol of the forward thinking some people of the age could come up with.
Having stacked several cushions up against one of these short bookshelf cases and settling himself against them on the floor, his legs outstretched, his ankles crossed and a chalice of wine in his hand, Fotios had been enjoying a morning of peace and quiet. It never did to work oneself up into a fit of anxiety over the results of a long-planned strategy; else you risked the nervousness damaging said plot and creating a self-fulfilling prophecy. Instead, he had taken himself away from the world and hidden in his quiet room - his thinking room - in order to escape from any reminders of the plan Irakles had sought his help in instigating.
Which was why, Fotios was momentarily annoyed to be informed that the son of just said man was currently out in his courtyard, awaiting receipt of his arrival. Realising quickly, however, that the young Achilleas might be in attendance upon him for a matter entirely separate to the Senate - that of his future marriage to his niece, Fotios had let go of his irritation by the time he had gotten to his feet and reached the door of the chamber; gone almost as quickly as it had arrived.
It was understandable that the young man would want to discuss the wedding or arrive at the Leventi house in order to do so with Theodora. With all of the havoc of the recent attack on the Creed and such ventures the King Stephanos had placed them down the path of, it was a frustration to both Houses that the wedding of Achilleas and Theodora had continued to be put off. Now though, it had finally been settled upon as a fortnight from tomorrow. If the Fates allowed, the Mikaelidas and Leventi Houses would be united once more, two weeks exactly after the Senate Meet.
It was understandable that the Lord Achilleas was eager to see his beloved or do what he could to speed up the process. The two had been engaged for nearly three months now due to one issue or another delaying the confirmation of their union. A man could only take so much self-restraint...
Heading down the hallway of the Leventi manor, Fotios did nothing to check his state of casual undress; for he wore riding pants and a military cut tunic, double lapped across his chest, the second side hanging forwards from a half-fastened line of ties, and he simply had his hair pulled back with a leather tie. His feet were encased in riding boots but only because he hated to go bare foot around the house.
Stepping out into the sunshine of the day, chalice and book still in hand, Fotios headed directly towards the cousin of the King. The man wasn't exactly hard to spot, standing at an impressive height and with all the breadth and clear and obvious strength of Ares himself.
"Lord Achilleas." Fotios greeted with open friendliness. He offered a hand forward in greeting. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" He asked, not bothering to be coy and pretend a feigned pre-arrangement. Fotios kept pristine records and knew that the man had not been previously scheduled to arrive that morning. "Is everything well?" He asked, thinking perhaps that Irakles had fallen ill in some way. The man had been looking pasty with stress recently, but if he had actually fallen sick then their plans for the next day would be looking incredibly shaky and only raise his stress levels more - along with Fotios'. But then, Fotios had never been one to jump to conclusions and he waited on Achilleas' responses before being too concerned for his friend.
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It was mid-morning when the liveried servant came to fetch Fotios from the chamber he liked to call his "quiet room". Like his office, the room was decked out in dark woods and impressive tapestries of fiery, warm colours, and the hardwood slats that decorated the floors were coated in woven rugs from the east. Cushions, pillows and half raised chairs were settled in a rudimentary circle in the room. An opium smoke vase was settled in the corner on a stand. Several bottles of wine were kept on display ready to be opened if so chosen. Little towers of books were dotted around the room and on every surface - not in organised bookcases or shelves like in his study, but in easy to reach little columns and piles.
The cases - for there were some in the room - were half height and, instead of looming over the occupiers of the room, only reached an average man's waistline. Upon them were not books but objects. Boxes and little chests, vases and glass beakers. A single, dusty volume open to a particular page by a standing display podium. There were the tusks and teeth of animals from faraway lands, jewels and gold jewellery from foreign traders. Small paintings, devices and gadgets. Inventions and ideas brought to fruition that might not yet work in the world but might someday attain a level of achievement that could change the world. One of Fotios' favourite items was a piece of parchment that laid out the structure and building framework for a set of wings... so that a human might fly. It might not yet work without sending any unfortunate volunteer plummeting to their death but it was a symbol of the forward thinking some people of the age could come up with.
Having stacked several cushions up against one of these short bookshelf cases and settling himself against them on the floor, his legs outstretched, his ankles crossed and a chalice of wine in his hand, Fotios had been enjoying a morning of peace and quiet. It never did to work oneself up into a fit of anxiety over the results of a long-planned strategy; else you risked the nervousness damaging said plot and creating a self-fulfilling prophecy. Instead, he had taken himself away from the world and hidden in his quiet room - his thinking room - in order to escape from any reminders of the plan Irakles had sought his help in instigating.
Which was why, Fotios was momentarily annoyed to be informed that the son of just said man was currently out in his courtyard, awaiting receipt of his arrival. Realising quickly, however, that the young Achilleas might be in attendance upon him for a matter entirely separate to the Senate - that of his future marriage to his niece, Fotios had let go of his irritation by the time he had gotten to his feet and reached the door of the chamber; gone almost as quickly as it had arrived.
It was understandable that the young man would want to discuss the wedding or arrive at the Leventi house in order to do so with Theodora. With all of the havoc of the recent attack on the Creed and such ventures the King Stephanos had placed them down the path of, it was a frustration to both Houses that the wedding of Achilleas and Theodora had continued to be put off. Now though, it had finally been settled upon as a fortnight from tomorrow. If the Fates allowed, the Mikaelidas and Leventi Houses would be united once more, two weeks exactly after the Senate Meet.
It was understandable that the Lord Achilleas was eager to see his beloved or do what he could to speed up the process. The two had been engaged for nearly three months now due to one issue or another delaying the confirmation of their union. A man could only take so much self-restraint...
Heading down the hallway of the Leventi manor, Fotios did nothing to check his state of casual undress; for he wore riding pants and a military cut tunic, double lapped across his chest, the second side hanging forwards from a half-fastened line of ties, and he simply had his hair pulled back with a leather tie. His feet were encased in riding boots but only because he hated to go bare foot around the house.
Stepping out into the sunshine of the day, chalice and book still in hand, Fotios headed directly towards the cousin of the King. The man wasn't exactly hard to spot, standing at an impressive height and with all the breadth and clear and obvious strength of Ares himself.
"Lord Achilleas." Fotios greeted with open friendliness. He offered a hand forward in greeting. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" He asked, not bothering to be coy and pretend a feigned pre-arrangement. Fotios kept pristine records and knew that the man had not been previously scheduled to arrive that morning. "Is everything well?" He asked, thinking perhaps that Irakles had fallen ill in some way. The man had been looking pasty with stress recently, but if he had actually fallen sick then their plans for the next day would be looking incredibly shaky and only raise his stress levels more - along with Fotios'. But then, Fotios had never been one to jump to conclusions and he waited on Achilleas' responses before being too concerned for his friend.
It was mid-morning when the liveried servant came to fetch Fotios from the chamber he liked to call his "quiet room". Like his office, the room was decked out in dark woods and impressive tapestries of fiery, warm colours, and the hardwood slats that decorated the floors were coated in woven rugs from the east. Cushions, pillows and half raised chairs were settled in a rudimentary circle in the room. An opium smoke vase was settled in the corner on a stand. Several bottles of wine were kept on display ready to be opened if so chosen. Little towers of books were dotted around the room and on every surface - not in organised bookcases or shelves like in his study, but in easy to reach little columns and piles.
The cases - for there were some in the room - were half height and, instead of looming over the occupiers of the room, only reached an average man's waistline. Upon them were not books but objects. Boxes and little chests, vases and glass beakers. A single, dusty volume open to a particular page by a standing display podium. There were the tusks and teeth of animals from faraway lands, jewels and gold jewellery from foreign traders. Small paintings, devices and gadgets. Inventions and ideas brought to fruition that might not yet work in the world but might someday attain a level of achievement that could change the world. One of Fotios' favourite items was a piece of parchment that laid out the structure and building framework for a set of wings... so that a human might fly. It might not yet work without sending any unfortunate volunteer plummeting to their death but it was a symbol of the forward thinking some people of the age could come up with.
Having stacked several cushions up against one of these short bookshelf cases and settling himself against them on the floor, his legs outstretched, his ankles crossed and a chalice of wine in his hand, Fotios had been enjoying a morning of peace and quiet. It never did to work oneself up into a fit of anxiety over the results of a long-planned strategy; else you risked the nervousness damaging said plot and creating a self-fulfilling prophecy. Instead, he had taken himself away from the world and hidden in his quiet room - his thinking room - in order to escape from any reminders of the plan Irakles had sought his help in instigating.
Which was why, Fotios was momentarily annoyed to be informed that the son of just said man was currently out in his courtyard, awaiting receipt of his arrival. Realising quickly, however, that the young Achilleas might be in attendance upon him for a matter entirely separate to the Senate - that of his future marriage to his niece, Fotios had let go of his irritation by the time he had gotten to his feet and reached the door of the chamber; gone almost as quickly as it had arrived.
It was understandable that the young man would want to discuss the wedding or arrive at the Leventi house in order to do so with Theodora. With all of the havoc of the recent attack on the Creed and such ventures the King Stephanos had placed them down the path of, it was a frustration to both Houses that the wedding of Achilleas and Theodora had continued to be put off. Now though, it had finally been settled upon as a fortnight from tomorrow. If the Fates allowed, the Mikaelidas and Leventi Houses would be united once more, two weeks exactly after the Senate Meet.
It was understandable that the Lord Achilleas was eager to see his beloved or do what he could to speed up the process. The two had been engaged for nearly three months now due to one issue or another delaying the confirmation of their union. A man could only take so much self-restraint...
Heading down the hallway of the Leventi manor, Fotios did nothing to check his state of casual undress; for he wore riding pants and a military cut tunic, double lapped across his chest, the second side hanging forwards from a half-fastened line of ties, and he simply had his hair pulled back with a leather tie. His feet were encased in riding boots but only because he hated to go bare foot around the house.
Stepping out into the sunshine of the day, chalice and book still in hand, Fotios headed directly towards the cousin of the King. The man wasn't exactly hard to spot, standing at an impressive height and with all the breadth and clear and obvious strength of Ares himself.
"Lord Achilleas." Fotios greeted with open friendliness. He offered a hand forward in greeting. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" He asked, not bothering to be coy and pretend a feigned pre-arrangement. Fotios kept pristine records and knew that the man had not been previously scheduled to arrive that morning. "Is everything well?" He asked, thinking perhaps that Irakles had fallen ill in some way. The man had been looking pasty with stress recently, but if he had actually fallen sick then their plans for the next day would be looking incredibly shaky and only raise his stress levels more - along with Fotios'. But then, Fotios had never been one to jump to conclusions and he waited on Achilleas' responses before being too concerned for his friend.
It could not be denied that Achilleas had a somewhat imposing physical presence. He used it when he needed to, when his titles or name or confidence were not enough to buy the respect he demanded, but mostly he wore his strength unconsciously, as if it were a given. Which indeed it was in one who had seen years of training and conditioning in the armies of Taengea.
The hand that clasped Fotios’ was warm and calloused, the grip firm, but the eldest son of his old friend smiled with it, for the man before him had been a presence his life since he were no more that a knobbly-kneed child struggling to lift a practice sword. And soon he would be wedded into the man’s family, so it would do no harm to foster a more a cordial relationship. It might be that Georgios would be his Father-in-Law, but Achilleas was under no illusion as to whom it was more important to appease in the Leventi family. He only hoped Fotios would prove less difficult to satisfy than his own father.
At the man’s question, Achilleas was quick to reassure. “Well met, my Lord Fotios. All is well...I come to see my betrothed but it did not seem right to be out here and not call upon you.” He paused, lifted a brow in question. “ I hope I have not drawn you away from anything important though?” Achilleas glanced at the book the man held, the cup of wine and thought possibly not. Still, he had given Fotios an opening if he was otherwise engaged.
There was the sound of an outraged squeal coming from the stables behind them, and the groom who had taken the baron’s horse away emerged muttering and rubbing at his shoulder, only to flinch in surprise at finding the two lords still standing in the courtyard and scrape a bow. Achilleas laughed.
“He is irritable at not having stretched his legs properly, and too fresh.” It was not an apology at all, but likely as close a one as the groom would get for the perfect set of teeth marks that would grace his skin for the coming days. “ See what an ill-tempered beast you have sold me, Fotios?” But he was smiling, teeth bright against the tan of his skin, for he knew as well as his host that a war horse needed that fire, and he would not have it any other way. No matter how many servants the stallion munched on.
“My Father is fretting about arrangements” the younger man went on after a moment. “ I confess I find myself rather impatient also. With everything, it feels as if this wedding cannot come soon enough. We are all in need of something sweet, after the bitterness that has befallen us of late.”
The warrior lord fell silent. He spoke of course of death, and bloodshed, for even though he was well-versed in both, Achilleas was not enamoured with killing, once the heat of battle had left his veins. It was unfortunate then that he seemed to excel at it. And he had seen more of it - done more of it -than he had expected since returning home. Now he found himself quite ready for a different kind of diversion, and here to assure himself that everything was falling into place to allow for such a thing, it felt one step closer.
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It could not be denied that Achilleas had a somewhat imposing physical presence. He used it when he needed to, when his titles or name or confidence were not enough to buy the respect he demanded, but mostly he wore his strength unconsciously, as if it were a given. Which indeed it was in one who had seen years of training and conditioning in the armies of Taengea.
The hand that clasped Fotios’ was warm and calloused, the grip firm, but the eldest son of his old friend smiled with it, for the man before him had been a presence his life since he were no more that a knobbly-kneed child struggling to lift a practice sword. And soon he would be wedded into the man’s family, so it would do no harm to foster a more a cordial relationship. It might be that Georgios would be his Father-in-Law, but Achilleas was under no illusion as to whom it was more important to appease in the Leventi family. He only hoped Fotios would prove less difficult to satisfy than his own father.
At the man’s question, Achilleas was quick to reassure. “Well met, my Lord Fotios. All is well...I come to see my betrothed but it did not seem right to be out here and not call upon you.” He paused, lifted a brow in question. “ I hope I have not drawn you away from anything important though?” Achilleas glanced at the book the man held, the cup of wine and thought possibly not. Still, he had given Fotios an opening if he was otherwise engaged.
There was the sound of an outraged squeal coming from the stables behind them, and the groom who had taken the baron’s horse away emerged muttering and rubbing at his shoulder, only to flinch in surprise at finding the two lords still standing in the courtyard and scrape a bow. Achilleas laughed.
“He is irritable at not having stretched his legs properly, and too fresh.” It was not an apology at all, but likely as close a one as the groom would get for the perfect set of teeth marks that would grace his skin for the coming days. “ See what an ill-tempered beast you have sold me, Fotios?” But he was smiling, teeth bright against the tan of his skin, for he knew as well as his host that a war horse needed that fire, and he would not have it any other way. No matter how many servants the stallion munched on.
“My Father is fretting about arrangements” the younger man went on after a moment. “ I confess I find myself rather impatient also. With everything, it feels as if this wedding cannot come soon enough. We are all in need of something sweet, after the bitterness that has befallen us of late.”
The warrior lord fell silent. He spoke of course of death, and bloodshed, for even though he was well-versed in both, Achilleas was not enamoured with killing, once the heat of battle had left his veins. It was unfortunate then that he seemed to excel at it. And he had seen more of it - done more of it -than he had expected since returning home. Now he found himself quite ready for a different kind of diversion, and here to assure himself that everything was falling into place to allow for such a thing, it felt one step closer.
It could not be denied that Achilleas had a somewhat imposing physical presence. He used it when he needed to, when his titles or name or confidence were not enough to buy the respect he demanded, but mostly he wore his strength unconsciously, as if it were a given. Which indeed it was in one who had seen years of training and conditioning in the armies of Taengea.
The hand that clasped Fotios’ was warm and calloused, the grip firm, but the eldest son of his old friend smiled with it, for the man before him had been a presence his life since he were no more that a knobbly-kneed child struggling to lift a practice sword. And soon he would be wedded into the man’s family, so it would do no harm to foster a more a cordial relationship. It might be that Georgios would be his Father-in-Law, but Achilleas was under no illusion as to whom it was more important to appease in the Leventi family. He only hoped Fotios would prove less difficult to satisfy than his own father.
At the man’s question, Achilleas was quick to reassure. “Well met, my Lord Fotios. All is well...I come to see my betrothed but it did not seem right to be out here and not call upon you.” He paused, lifted a brow in question. “ I hope I have not drawn you away from anything important though?” Achilleas glanced at the book the man held, the cup of wine and thought possibly not. Still, he had given Fotios an opening if he was otherwise engaged.
There was the sound of an outraged squeal coming from the stables behind them, and the groom who had taken the baron’s horse away emerged muttering and rubbing at his shoulder, only to flinch in surprise at finding the two lords still standing in the courtyard and scrape a bow. Achilleas laughed.
“He is irritable at not having stretched his legs properly, and too fresh.” It was not an apology at all, but likely as close a one as the groom would get for the perfect set of teeth marks that would grace his skin for the coming days. “ See what an ill-tempered beast you have sold me, Fotios?” But he was smiling, teeth bright against the tan of his skin, for he knew as well as his host that a war horse needed that fire, and he would not have it any other way. No matter how many servants the stallion munched on.
“My Father is fretting about arrangements” the younger man went on after a moment. “ I confess I find myself rather impatient also. With everything, it feels as if this wedding cannot come soon enough. We are all in need of something sweet, after the bitterness that has befallen us of late.”
The warrior lord fell silent. He spoke of course of death, and bloodshed, for even though he was well-versed in both, Achilleas was not enamoured with killing, once the heat of battle had left his veins. It was unfortunate then that he seemed to excel at it. And he had seen more of it - done more of it -than he had expected since returning home. Now he found himself quite ready for a different kind of diversion, and here to assure himself that everything was falling into place to allow for such a thing, it felt one step closer.
When the young Commander told Fotios that all was well with things with his family and within the Mikaelidas manor and home, Fotios had nodded politely in a manner that clearly showed his thankfulness that all was well with his friend and his offspring. At his next words pertaining to his betrothed young woman and a wish to see her, Fotios had smiled, a light entering his eye that seemed to be a connection between men. It was natural and normal for a young man to be so determined and inclined to see the woman who would soon because him wife. Especially when Achilleas was the kind of man who had likely abstained from any physical communion with other women since the engagement had been announced. Fotios had no knowledge of this being evidently true but he suspected Achilleas to be the sort. The man had to be getting impatient, in more ways than one.
"And you're more than welcome to visit unto her whenever you wish and I thank you for the consideration of speaking with me upon your arrival." Fotios insisted, as he grasped Achilleas' hand in a shake and grip of camaraderie, before allowing it back. In answer to his concerns of disturbance, he simply raised the hand that held the items and smiled. "Do I look otherwise engaged in anything of import, my friend?" He simply asked. "And even if I was, you'd be more than welcome."
"But perhaps a letter ahead of your arrival would bless your intended still further?" He suggested with the raise of an eyebrow. "Ladies always do seem to require longer to prepare themselves for visitation than ourselves."
As if in answer to this comment, Fotios snapped his fingers at one of the servants moving around the outside of the building with a basket of horse blankets. Once had had attained her attention, he quickly instructed the young woman to go to the second manor and seek out the Lady Evelli. To inform her that the Lord Achilleas was here to see the Lady Theodora. That she would be expected as soon as she could make herself presentable.
He then turned back to the guest in question. Opening his mouth to say something, only to be interrupted by the noise of a stable hand getting too close into the personal space of an antsy war horse. Stupid man. Fotios frowned and nodded towards the stablemen’s offices so that the hand could see a physician to look at the bite - though it was likely nothing - and smiled at Achilleas the man ribbed him regarding the quality of horse he had been given, the jest in his words clear by the smile that accompanied them. Fotios responded in kind.
"The horse I sold you was in perfect temperament." He declared in mock outrage. "The creature has clearly been looked after with poor hands." He determined with the same smile back at his future nephew-in-law.
When the conversation was turned to the date of the wedding and how it kept being postponed over one drama or another tragedy, Fotios could only nodded sympathetically, waving a hand towards the gardens of the manor that they might walk and talk as they waited on a maid to inform them that Theodora was ready to be receiving guests. They started out towards the solar room and the courtyard before it that offered paved walk ways, an open pond with lilies decorating its surface and a statue of Aphrodite adorning its centre. They walked to the tune of several bubbling fountains around the pond’s edges.
"It is true the circumstances seem conspired against you in current times, Lord Achilleas." Fotios commented as they walked, his hands locked together in the small of his back one's fingers wrapped around the other's wrist, his chalice and book rested against his rear. "But, as you say, a wedding should please many in such times."
He glanced over to the younger man as they paced.
"Do you share your father's concerns regarding the Senate meet tomorrow? Or is it only your impending nuptials that rest upon your mind, Lord Achilleas?"
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When the young Commander told Fotios that all was well with things with his family and within the Mikaelidas manor and home, Fotios had nodded politely in a manner that clearly showed his thankfulness that all was well with his friend and his offspring. At his next words pertaining to his betrothed young woman and a wish to see her, Fotios had smiled, a light entering his eye that seemed to be a connection between men. It was natural and normal for a young man to be so determined and inclined to see the woman who would soon because him wife. Especially when Achilleas was the kind of man who had likely abstained from any physical communion with other women since the engagement had been announced. Fotios had no knowledge of this being evidently true but he suspected Achilleas to be the sort. The man had to be getting impatient, in more ways than one.
"And you're more than welcome to visit unto her whenever you wish and I thank you for the consideration of speaking with me upon your arrival." Fotios insisted, as he grasped Achilleas' hand in a shake and grip of camaraderie, before allowing it back. In answer to his concerns of disturbance, he simply raised the hand that held the items and smiled. "Do I look otherwise engaged in anything of import, my friend?" He simply asked. "And even if I was, you'd be more than welcome."
"But perhaps a letter ahead of your arrival would bless your intended still further?" He suggested with the raise of an eyebrow. "Ladies always do seem to require longer to prepare themselves for visitation than ourselves."
As if in answer to this comment, Fotios snapped his fingers at one of the servants moving around the outside of the building with a basket of horse blankets. Once had had attained her attention, he quickly instructed the young woman to go to the second manor and seek out the Lady Evelli. To inform her that the Lord Achilleas was here to see the Lady Theodora. That she would be expected as soon as she could make herself presentable.
He then turned back to the guest in question. Opening his mouth to say something, only to be interrupted by the noise of a stable hand getting too close into the personal space of an antsy war horse. Stupid man. Fotios frowned and nodded towards the stablemen’s offices so that the hand could see a physician to look at the bite - though it was likely nothing - and smiled at Achilleas the man ribbed him regarding the quality of horse he had been given, the jest in his words clear by the smile that accompanied them. Fotios responded in kind.
"The horse I sold you was in perfect temperament." He declared in mock outrage. "The creature has clearly been looked after with poor hands." He determined with the same smile back at his future nephew-in-law.
When the conversation was turned to the date of the wedding and how it kept being postponed over one drama or another tragedy, Fotios could only nodded sympathetically, waving a hand towards the gardens of the manor that they might walk and talk as they waited on a maid to inform them that Theodora was ready to be receiving guests. They started out towards the solar room and the courtyard before it that offered paved walk ways, an open pond with lilies decorating its surface and a statue of Aphrodite adorning its centre. They walked to the tune of several bubbling fountains around the pond’s edges.
"It is true the circumstances seem conspired against you in current times, Lord Achilleas." Fotios commented as they walked, his hands locked together in the small of his back one's fingers wrapped around the other's wrist, his chalice and book rested against his rear. "But, as you say, a wedding should please many in such times."
He glanced over to the younger man as they paced.
"Do you share your father's concerns regarding the Senate meet tomorrow? Or is it only your impending nuptials that rest upon your mind, Lord Achilleas?"
When the young Commander told Fotios that all was well with things with his family and within the Mikaelidas manor and home, Fotios had nodded politely in a manner that clearly showed his thankfulness that all was well with his friend and his offspring. At his next words pertaining to his betrothed young woman and a wish to see her, Fotios had smiled, a light entering his eye that seemed to be a connection between men. It was natural and normal for a young man to be so determined and inclined to see the woman who would soon because him wife. Especially when Achilleas was the kind of man who had likely abstained from any physical communion with other women since the engagement had been announced. Fotios had no knowledge of this being evidently true but he suspected Achilleas to be the sort. The man had to be getting impatient, in more ways than one.
"And you're more than welcome to visit unto her whenever you wish and I thank you for the consideration of speaking with me upon your arrival." Fotios insisted, as he grasped Achilleas' hand in a shake and grip of camaraderie, before allowing it back. In answer to his concerns of disturbance, he simply raised the hand that held the items and smiled. "Do I look otherwise engaged in anything of import, my friend?" He simply asked. "And even if I was, you'd be more than welcome."
"But perhaps a letter ahead of your arrival would bless your intended still further?" He suggested with the raise of an eyebrow. "Ladies always do seem to require longer to prepare themselves for visitation than ourselves."
As if in answer to this comment, Fotios snapped his fingers at one of the servants moving around the outside of the building with a basket of horse blankets. Once had had attained her attention, he quickly instructed the young woman to go to the second manor and seek out the Lady Evelli. To inform her that the Lord Achilleas was here to see the Lady Theodora. That she would be expected as soon as she could make herself presentable.
He then turned back to the guest in question. Opening his mouth to say something, only to be interrupted by the noise of a stable hand getting too close into the personal space of an antsy war horse. Stupid man. Fotios frowned and nodded towards the stablemen’s offices so that the hand could see a physician to look at the bite - though it was likely nothing - and smiled at Achilleas the man ribbed him regarding the quality of horse he had been given, the jest in his words clear by the smile that accompanied them. Fotios responded in kind.
"The horse I sold you was in perfect temperament." He declared in mock outrage. "The creature has clearly been looked after with poor hands." He determined with the same smile back at his future nephew-in-law.
When the conversation was turned to the date of the wedding and how it kept being postponed over one drama or another tragedy, Fotios could only nodded sympathetically, waving a hand towards the gardens of the manor that they might walk and talk as they waited on a maid to inform them that Theodora was ready to be receiving guests. They started out towards the solar room and the courtyard before it that offered paved walk ways, an open pond with lilies decorating its surface and a statue of Aphrodite adorning its centre. They walked to the tune of several bubbling fountains around the pond’s edges.
"It is true the circumstances seem conspired against you in current times, Lord Achilleas." Fotios commented as they walked, his hands locked together in the small of his back one's fingers wrapped around the other's wrist, his chalice and book rested against his rear. "But, as you say, a wedding should please many in such times."
He glanced over to the younger man as they paced.
"Do you share your father's concerns regarding the Senate meet tomorrow? Or is it only your impending nuptials that rest upon your mind, Lord Achilleas?"
Once assured that he was not imposing on the Lord of the House, Achilleas relaxed a little. At least, until Fotios gently suggested that Theodora might appreciate more forewarning of a visit, and the younger man looked briefly dismayed. For all his experiences in battle and politics, he found himself vastly unlearned in the ways of conducting a courtship, as it were. He had never bothered before, for there were enough who would be won by his name alone, and if not that then by the good looks that seemed a blessing of his family also.
“Of course you are right” he replied “ I should have thought of that”. But the older man was already beckoning a servant and Achilleas rubbed at the back of his neck, mildly annoyed at his oversight.It had been long since he had felt uncertain in an undertaking like this, and he found he did not like it.
He set such thoughts aside though at the appearance of the stable hand, laughing again at Fotios’ rebuttal of his complaint. “ I have heard there are tricks unworthy vendors use to make their beasts seem sweet to buyers” he replied, sideeyeing the man “Only for the true nature to be revealed once they have worn off and it is too late.Clearly you have taken advantage of my trusting nature, Lord Fotios”.
Little did he know.
He fell easily into step with the older man as they wandered amicably, finding themselves in the manicured gardens of the manor before talk turned to the wedding and the myriad delays that had seemed to befall them in its planning. Now though, there could surely be no further hindrances.They just had to get this senate meeting out of the way.
As if he had somehow read the mind of his guest, Fotios brought the subject to bear, and a subtle tension seemed to creep into the sculpted features of the man who walked beside him. Achilleas smoothed his expression almost immediately, but he was not as adept at it as his father was and it was enough of a clue for a sharp observer.
“Is my father concerned?” he asked, glancing obliquely at his elder. “ I thought him more...anticipant of tomorrow's session.” Of course, he could not imagine Fotios was not party to his father’s plottings, likely the men had conceived them together, so Achilleas wondered at the purpose of the question.
Still, he neatly sidestepped giving an answer as to his own thoughts pertaining to the meet, redirecting the conversation to something that had struck him when he had responded to his father’s summons the day before. “ Now you bring us to my Father though...I do have concerns regarding his health. He seems...diminished. Perhaps he pushes himself too hard.”
No doubt that the man beside him would have noticed the same, he was in his father’s counsel more often than Achilleas himself, it seemed. The Baron of Euttaca swept a glance over the sprawling gardens, sounding pensive when he spoke again. “ Has he spoken to you of it?”
There was a keenness in the blue eyes that rested upon Fotios then, as Achilleas watched him carefully for reaction. He did not doubt that his father would keep such information from him if he felt like it, and he would be damned if he was going to speak to the man’s mistress about it.
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Once assured that he was not imposing on the Lord of the House, Achilleas relaxed a little. At least, until Fotios gently suggested that Theodora might appreciate more forewarning of a visit, and the younger man looked briefly dismayed. For all his experiences in battle and politics, he found himself vastly unlearned in the ways of conducting a courtship, as it were. He had never bothered before, for there were enough who would be won by his name alone, and if not that then by the good looks that seemed a blessing of his family also.
“Of course you are right” he replied “ I should have thought of that”. But the older man was already beckoning a servant and Achilleas rubbed at the back of his neck, mildly annoyed at his oversight.It had been long since he had felt uncertain in an undertaking like this, and he found he did not like it.
He set such thoughts aside though at the appearance of the stable hand, laughing again at Fotios’ rebuttal of his complaint. “ I have heard there are tricks unworthy vendors use to make their beasts seem sweet to buyers” he replied, sideeyeing the man “Only for the true nature to be revealed once they have worn off and it is too late.Clearly you have taken advantage of my trusting nature, Lord Fotios”.
Little did he know.
He fell easily into step with the older man as they wandered amicably, finding themselves in the manicured gardens of the manor before talk turned to the wedding and the myriad delays that had seemed to befall them in its planning. Now though, there could surely be no further hindrances.They just had to get this senate meeting out of the way.
As if he had somehow read the mind of his guest, Fotios brought the subject to bear, and a subtle tension seemed to creep into the sculpted features of the man who walked beside him. Achilleas smoothed his expression almost immediately, but he was not as adept at it as his father was and it was enough of a clue for a sharp observer.
“Is my father concerned?” he asked, glancing obliquely at his elder. “ I thought him more...anticipant of tomorrow's session.” Of course, he could not imagine Fotios was not party to his father’s plottings, likely the men had conceived them together, so Achilleas wondered at the purpose of the question.
Still, he neatly sidestepped giving an answer as to his own thoughts pertaining to the meet, redirecting the conversation to something that had struck him when he had responded to his father’s summons the day before. “ Now you bring us to my Father though...I do have concerns regarding his health. He seems...diminished. Perhaps he pushes himself too hard.”
No doubt that the man beside him would have noticed the same, he was in his father’s counsel more often than Achilleas himself, it seemed. The Baron of Euttaca swept a glance over the sprawling gardens, sounding pensive when he spoke again. “ Has he spoken to you of it?”
There was a keenness in the blue eyes that rested upon Fotios then, as Achilleas watched him carefully for reaction. He did not doubt that his father would keep such information from him if he felt like it, and he would be damned if he was going to speak to the man’s mistress about it.
Once assured that he was not imposing on the Lord of the House, Achilleas relaxed a little. At least, until Fotios gently suggested that Theodora might appreciate more forewarning of a visit, and the younger man looked briefly dismayed. For all his experiences in battle and politics, he found himself vastly unlearned in the ways of conducting a courtship, as it were. He had never bothered before, for there were enough who would be won by his name alone, and if not that then by the good looks that seemed a blessing of his family also.
“Of course you are right” he replied “ I should have thought of that”. But the older man was already beckoning a servant and Achilleas rubbed at the back of his neck, mildly annoyed at his oversight.It had been long since he had felt uncertain in an undertaking like this, and he found he did not like it.
He set such thoughts aside though at the appearance of the stable hand, laughing again at Fotios’ rebuttal of his complaint. “ I have heard there are tricks unworthy vendors use to make their beasts seem sweet to buyers” he replied, sideeyeing the man “Only for the true nature to be revealed once they have worn off and it is too late.Clearly you have taken advantage of my trusting nature, Lord Fotios”.
Little did he know.
He fell easily into step with the older man as they wandered amicably, finding themselves in the manicured gardens of the manor before talk turned to the wedding and the myriad delays that had seemed to befall them in its planning. Now though, there could surely be no further hindrances.They just had to get this senate meeting out of the way.
As if he had somehow read the mind of his guest, Fotios brought the subject to bear, and a subtle tension seemed to creep into the sculpted features of the man who walked beside him. Achilleas smoothed his expression almost immediately, but he was not as adept at it as his father was and it was enough of a clue for a sharp observer.
“Is my father concerned?” he asked, glancing obliquely at his elder. “ I thought him more...anticipant of tomorrow's session.” Of course, he could not imagine Fotios was not party to his father’s plottings, likely the men had conceived them together, so Achilleas wondered at the purpose of the question.
Still, he neatly sidestepped giving an answer as to his own thoughts pertaining to the meet, redirecting the conversation to something that had struck him when he had responded to his father’s summons the day before. “ Now you bring us to my Father though...I do have concerns regarding his health. He seems...diminished. Perhaps he pushes himself too hard.”
No doubt that the man beside him would have noticed the same, he was in his father’s counsel more often than Achilleas himself, it seemed. The Baron of Euttaca swept a glance over the sprawling gardens, sounding pensive when he spoke again. “ Has he spoken to you of it?”
There was a keenness in the blue eyes that rested upon Fotios then, as Achilleas watched him carefully for reaction. He did not doubt that his father would keep such information from him if he felt like it, and he would be damned if he was going to speak to the man’s mistress about it.
When Achilleas appeared instantly contrite that his poor planning might inadvertently offend his bride to be, Fotios only smiled and waved a hand of nonchalance at the subject.
"You speak with a man who was been wed for over twenty years to a woman who loves her looking glass as much as she loves myself. Do not be harsh on yourself Lord Achilleas; the wisdom will come." He offered the man and shrewd and amused smile and simply shook his head at Achilleas' jest that he had taken advantage of the man with his horses.
"Perhaps the animal is just too spirited for you to handle, my Lord. Such an issue with the stallion bodes poorly for your union with Theodora. For she is more stubborn than any mare." His eyes were bright with humour and his tone teasing, but the words were true enough. Theodora was a pain in his rear end that Fotios was looking forward to getting out from under his roof; even if it was that of the second and older estate.
As the pair of them walked among the gardens, Achilleas commented on his father's feelings upon the following Senate meet, due the next day and Fotios gave a considering look of thought as the man showed himself to be born with some brains and offered little by way of true opinion on the matter. His answer was far more diplomatic than usual for a military man.
"Perhaps you are right." He offered the young Lord as he stepped across little slabs down beside the pond. "Though I fine concern and anticipation to be fine friends that are found together more than one might expect."
And with that he dropped the subject, allowing Achilleas to lead their talks as they walked together. Fotios simply drew his goblet from behind his back and took a sip from its rim as they wandered, feeling the sun on the side of his face and the breeze toying with the strands of hair that had been tied back at the nape of his neck.
When Achilleas mentioned concerned regarding his father, the Prince's, health, Fotios offered a sympathetic frown.
"Not in so many words." He answered, when Achilleas questioned if Irakles had confided in his friend. "I had noticed a little of the symptoms your describing on a personal level but have yet to be too concerned." He smiled at Achilleas and a little jest entered his tone once more. "You forget Lord Achilleas that we don't all remain young and strong as you stand now. But age is not an immediate death sentence." He shook his head with a little sadness but also amusement. "I have known your father for many years. He is a devout perfectionist and a workaholic. I have seen him waste thin during his missions and even lose hair from stress. And then, when his focus has been achieved and his mission accomplished, he returns to the princely demeanour he had before." Fotios offered a light shrug. "Sometimes the mind is more powerful and holds more ambition than the body can wholly sustain. It is of my opinion, that your father will be fine."
Holding up a finger as if to add a caveat to his point, Fotios offered a slight huff in his chest that sounded as if it were the beginning of a chuckle that never formed. "He just might need you to call the physician if at any point your concern goes too far. That man thorough refuses to admit any form of weakness." The Head of the House of Leventi and best friend to the man they were discussing shook his head as if in tired resignation of the silliness of his friend.
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When Achilleas appeared instantly contrite that his poor planning might inadvertently offend his bride to be, Fotios only smiled and waved a hand of nonchalance at the subject.
"You speak with a man who was been wed for over twenty years to a woman who loves her looking glass as much as she loves myself. Do not be harsh on yourself Lord Achilleas; the wisdom will come." He offered the man and shrewd and amused smile and simply shook his head at Achilleas' jest that he had taken advantage of the man with his horses.
"Perhaps the animal is just too spirited for you to handle, my Lord. Such an issue with the stallion bodes poorly for your union with Theodora. For she is more stubborn than any mare." His eyes were bright with humour and his tone teasing, but the words were true enough. Theodora was a pain in his rear end that Fotios was looking forward to getting out from under his roof; even if it was that of the second and older estate.
As the pair of them walked among the gardens, Achilleas commented on his father's feelings upon the following Senate meet, due the next day and Fotios gave a considering look of thought as the man showed himself to be born with some brains and offered little by way of true opinion on the matter. His answer was far more diplomatic than usual for a military man.
"Perhaps you are right." He offered the young Lord as he stepped across little slabs down beside the pond. "Though I fine concern and anticipation to be fine friends that are found together more than one might expect."
And with that he dropped the subject, allowing Achilleas to lead their talks as they walked together. Fotios simply drew his goblet from behind his back and took a sip from its rim as they wandered, feeling the sun on the side of his face and the breeze toying with the strands of hair that had been tied back at the nape of his neck.
When Achilleas mentioned concerned regarding his father, the Prince's, health, Fotios offered a sympathetic frown.
"Not in so many words." He answered, when Achilleas questioned if Irakles had confided in his friend. "I had noticed a little of the symptoms your describing on a personal level but have yet to be too concerned." He smiled at Achilleas and a little jest entered his tone once more. "You forget Lord Achilleas that we don't all remain young and strong as you stand now. But age is not an immediate death sentence." He shook his head with a little sadness but also amusement. "I have known your father for many years. He is a devout perfectionist and a workaholic. I have seen him waste thin during his missions and even lose hair from stress. And then, when his focus has been achieved and his mission accomplished, he returns to the princely demeanour he had before." Fotios offered a light shrug. "Sometimes the mind is more powerful and holds more ambition than the body can wholly sustain. It is of my opinion, that your father will be fine."
Holding up a finger as if to add a caveat to his point, Fotios offered a slight huff in his chest that sounded as if it were the beginning of a chuckle that never formed. "He just might need you to call the physician if at any point your concern goes too far. That man thorough refuses to admit any form of weakness." The Head of the House of Leventi and best friend to the man they were discussing shook his head as if in tired resignation of the silliness of his friend.
When Achilleas appeared instantly contrite that his poor planning might inadvertently offend his bride to be, Fotios only smiled and waved a hand of nonchalance at the subject.
"You speak with a man who was been wed for over twenty years to a woman who loves her looking glass as much as she loves myself. Do not be harsh on yourself Lord Achilleas; the wisdom will come." He offered the man and shrewd and amused smile and simply shook his head at Achilleas' jest that he had taken advantage of the man with his horses.
"Perhaps the animal is just too spirited for you to handle, my Lord. Such an issue with the stallion bodes poorly for your union with Theodora. For she is more stubborn than any mare." His eyes were bright with humour and his tone teasing, but the words were true enough. Theodora was a pain in his rear end that Fotios was looking forward to getting out from under his roof; even if it was that of the second and older estate.
As the pair of them walked among the gardens, Achilleas commented on his father's feelings upon the following Senate meet, due the next day and Fotios gave a considering look of thought as the man showed himself to be born with some brains and offered little by way of true opinion on the matter. His answer was far more diplomatic than usual for a military man.
"Perhaps you are right." He offered the young Lord as he stepped across little slabs down beside the pond. "Though I fine concern and anticipation to be fine friends that are found together more than one might expect."
And with that he dropped the subject, allowing Achilleas to lead their talks as they walked together. Fotios simply drew his goblet from behind his back and took a sip from its rim as they wandered, feeling the sun on the side of his face and the breeze toying with the strands of hair that had been tied back at the nape of his neck.
When Achilleas mentioned concerned regarding his father, the Prince's, health, Fotios offered a sympathetic frown.
"Not in so many words." He answered, when Achilleas questioned if Irakles had confided in his friend. "I had noticed a little of the symptoms your describing on a personal level but have yet to be too concerned." He smiled at Achilleas and a little jest entered his tone once more. "You forget Lord Achilleas that we don't all remain young and strong as you stand now. But age is not an immediate death sentence." He shook his head with a little sadness but also amusement. "I have known your father for many years. He is a devout perfectionist and a workaholic. I have seen him waste thin during his missions and even lose hair from stress. And then, when his focus has been achieved and his mission accomplished, he returns to the princely demeanour he had before." Fotios offered a light shrug. "Sometimes the mind is more powerful and holds more ambition than the body can wholly sustain. It is of my opinion, that your father will be fine."
Holding up a finger as if to add a caveat to his point, Fotios offered a slight huff in his chest that sounded as if it were the beginning of a chuckle that never formed. "He just might need you to call the physician if at any point your concern goes too far. That man thorough refuses to admit any form of weakness." The Head of the House of Leventi and best friend to the man they were discussing shook his head as if in tired resignation of the silliness of his friend.
Achilleas could only nod in wry agreement, for he was beginning to see that there was much for him to learn when it came to the intricacies of women. Or, at least women that one had any interest in bedding more than once. Marrying even. Still, he mused with a surreptitious glance at Fotios, there were enough whispers about the man next to him to make the younger think he was perhaps not the one to try and emulate in such things. He would never give voice to the thought, but there was no smoke without fire, it was said.
He laughed lightly at the man’s rejoinder, the sound dying off as he raised his eyebrows. “Because you are my father’s good friend, sir, I shall not tell my lady that you compared her to a horse”.
He was glad too that Fotios did not press him on the matter of the Senate meet. Achilleas could speculate as much as he liked with his father’s words of warning ringing in his ears, but until he was there, until whatever the man was plotting was brought to bear, he did not know what he would do. The dark blue eyes rested steadily on Fotios a moment before dropping away to navigate the path they walked, as the younger man considered the words.
Certainly, the fact that he had been so summoned and primed for this meeting suggested his father considered a lot to be riding on the outcome, so yes, he could well believe that perhaps there was concern. And he also didn’t doubt that Fotios would be as deep in whatever was being plotted as his old friend. A formidable pair they made, and Achilleas did not envy the man who made enemies of either. And the unfortunate suspicion that it was his cousin and King this time...well, the knowledge plucked at his strings like a clumsy minstrel playing a lyre,discordant and grating.
The topic of his father’s health had been another worry for the Lord Mikaelidas, and he tried to take comfort in the words of the older man. Achilleas could not prevent himself appraising the fellow when Fotios pointed out that he and his father both wore the trappings of age, and yet the younger man could not see it. He was not...strong perhaps, but the warrior would not dismiss the man. The Lord of Leventi carried himself with a confidence that almost dared you to do just that, and Achilleas knew better.
But there might be merit in the words that followed. Perhaps it was so..all the scheming and manipulating Irakles did was catching up with him. Maybe it would even be enough to see him to step back? Achilleas might have rolled his eyes at himself had he not been in company, for taking a step back from duty would only be seen as failure in his father’s eyes.
And there was a loud, unexpected bark of laughter at the suggestion that Achilleas himself should summon a physician. He could imagine the reaction that would provoke, and looked doubtfully at his host. “I would respectfully suggest that as his oldest friend, such an action might be better received were it to come from you, Lord Fotios”
He didn’t add that he would pay to be a bystander to such a happening, but still, the thought brought the curve of a smile to his lips. If he were not in the firing line, it would be a wonderous sight, he was certain. And then, the humour slipped from his face, and Achilleas said quietly. “ Because he will not admit it does not mean it is not there, though”. He wasn’t certain if it were a statement or a question and the words hung heavy there as if they too did not know which way to fall.
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Achilleas could only nod in wry agreement, for he was beginning to see that there was much for him to learn when it came to the intricacies of women. Or, at least women that one had any interest in bedding more than once. Marrying even. Still, he mused with a surreptitious glance at Fotios, there were enough whispers about the man next to him to make the younger think he was perhaps not the one to try and emulate in such things. He would never give voice to the thought, but there was no smoke without fire, it was said.
He laughed lightly at the man’s rejoinder, the sound dying off as he raised his eyebrows. “Because you are my father’s good friend, sir, I shall not tell my lady that you compared her to a horse”.
He was glad too that Fotios did not press him on the matter of the Senate meet. Achilleas could speculate as much as he liked with his father’s words of warning ringing in his ears, but until he was there, until whatever the man was plotting was brought to bear, he did not know what he would do. The dark blue eyes rested steadily on Fotios a moment before dropping away to navigate the path they walked, as the younger man considered the words.
Certainly, the fact that he had been so summoned and primed for this meeting suggested his father considered a lot to be riding on the outcome, so yes, he could well believe that perhaps there was concern. And he also didn’t doubt that Fotios would be as deep in whatever was being plotted as his old friend. A formidable pair they made, and Achilleas did not envy the man who made enemies of either. And the unfortunate suspicion that it was his cousin and King this time...well, the knowledge plucked at his strings like a clumsy minstrel playing a lyre,discordant and grating.
The topic of his father’s health had been another worry for the Lord Mikaelidas, and he tried to take comfort in the words of the older man. Achilleas could not prevent himself appraising the fellow when Fotios pointed out that he and his father both wore the trappings of age, and yet the younger man could not see it. He was not...strong perhaps, but the warrior would not dismiss the man. The Lord of Leventi carried himself with a confidence that almost dared you to do just that, and Achilleas knew better.
But there might be merit in the words that followed. Perhaps it was so..all the scheming and manipulating Irakles did was catching up with him. Maybe it would even be enough to see him to step back? Achilleas might have rolled his eyes at himself had he not been in company, for taking a step back from duty would only be seen as failure in his father’s eyes.
And there was a loud, unexpected bark of laughter at the suggestion that Achilleas himself should summon a physician. He could imagine the reaction that would provoke, and looked doubtfully at his host. “I would respectfully suggest that as his oldest friend, such an action might be better received were it to come from you, Lord Fotios”
He didn’t add that he would pay to be a bystander to such a happening, but still, the thought brought the curve of a smile to his lips. If he were not in the firing line, it would be a wonderous sight, he was certain. And then, the humour slipped from his face, and Achilleas said quietly. “ Because he will not admit it does not mean it is not there, though”. He wasn’t certain if it were a statement or a question and the words hung heavy there as if they too did not know which way to fall.
Achilleas could only nod in wry agreement, for he was beginning to see that there was much for him to learn when it came to the intricacies of women. Or, at least women that one had any interest in bedding more than once. Marrying even. Still, he mused with a surreptitious glance at Fotios, there were enough whispers about the man next to him to make the younger think he was perhaps not the one to try and emulate in such things. He would never give voice to the thought, but there was no smoke without fire, it was said.
He laughed lightly at the man’s rejoinder, the sound dying off as he raised his eyebrows. “Because you are my father’s good friend, sir, I shall not tell my lady that you compared her to a horse”.
He was glad too that Fotios did not press him on the matter of the Senate meet. Achilleas could speculate as much as he liked with his father’s words of warning ringing in his ears, but until he was there, until whatever the man was plotting was brought to bear, he did not know what he would do. The dark blue eyes rested steadily on Fotios a moment before dropping away to navigate the path they walked, as the younger man considered the words.
Certainly, the fact that he had been so summoned and primed for this meeting suggested his father considered a lot to be riding on the outcome, so yes, he could well believe that perhaps there was concern. And he also didn’t doubt that Fotios would be as deep in whatever was being plotted as his old friend. A formidable pair they made, and Achilleas did not envy the man who made enemies of either. And the unfortunate suspicion that it was his cousin and King this time...well, the knowledge plucked at his strings like a clumsy minstrel playing a lyre,discordant and grating.
The topic of his father’s health had been another worry for the Lord Mikaelidas, and he tried to take comfort in the words of the older man. Achilleas could not prevent himself appraising the fellow when Fotios pointed out that he and his father both wore the trappings of age, and yet the younger man could not see it. He was not...strong perhaps, but the warrior would not dismiss the man. The Lord of Leventi carried himself with a confidence that almost dared you to do just that, and Achilleas knew better.
But there might be merit in the words that followed. Perhaps it was so..all the scheming and manipulating Irakles did was catching up with him. Maybe it would even be enough to see him to step back? Achilleas might have rolled his eyes at himself had he not been in company, for taking a step back from duty would only be seen as failure in his father’s eyes.
And there was a loud, unexpected bark of laughter at the suggestion that Achilleas himself should summon a physician. He could imagine the reaction that would provoke, and looked doubtfully at his host. “I would respectfully suggest that as his oldest friend, such an action might be better received were it to come from you, Lord Fotios”
He didn’t add that he would pay to be a bystander to such a happening, but still, the thought brought the curve of a smile to his lips. If he were not in the firing line, it would be a wonderous sight, he was certain. And then, the humour slipped from his face, and Achilleas said quietly. “ Because he will not admit it does not mean it is not there, though”. He wasn’t certain if it were a statement or a question and the words hung heavy there as if they too did not know which way to fall.
Fotios shared in the younger man's laughter when he commented on the duty of physician-calling to fall to him as Prince Irakles' closest acquaintance. He was already shaking his head as Achilleas came to the end of his assurances that the Leventi lord would be better at handling such an eventuality. Fotios raised a finger to the man beside him, his book hanging from the grip of the same hand.
"I'll have you know, that I have remained your uncle's closest and oldest friend from avoiding situations exactly like that." He said with a chuckle. He then turned his raised digit into a sweep of nonchalance. "My inaction over Irakles' cycles of health haven't killed him yet, Lord Achilleas." The tone was good-natured, despite the subject. He released a few fingers from his book to pat at Achilleas' shoulder. The young man was a brute in size and the shoulder was several inches higher than Fotios'. "I do not believe Irakles to be the sprightly soldier he used to be but I also don't believe him to be dying. I think you worry for your father too much." He then offered him a side glance and a nod of approval. "As a son should."
As they moved around the pond and were approaching back towards the courtyard again, Fotios was offering a smile as he spotted Achilleas' horse being tended to in the sunshine and given a proper rub down and clean. There were also several servants that he spotted running around inside the second, older estate. He spotted their lithe frames flittering back and forth among one of the meeting chambers and setting floors on the sills. It would appear that the message of Achilleas' arrival had reached the appropriate sources - namely the Lady Evelli - and that the home was being prepared for his reception.
Turning towards Achilleas, his pace stilling, Fotios looked out over the sunlit fields of his lands as if in repose or perusal of thought. With his brow a little lowered against the glare of the sun, he looked to the man with an assessing and honest eye.
"I find myself looking forward to being able to call you nephew-in-law, Lord Achilleas." He said with a firm nod. "You've grown into a fine man and I'm sure you'll make Theodora a fine husband."
Transferring his book and now empty wine cup into the same hand, Fotios offered out his free one to grasp at Achilleas' forearm when given it, in a strong sign of friendship.
"Come back to me if you have any other concerns, Lord Achilleas." He told the man. "Our family is yours now, and soon to be so a few times over. You'll always be welcome." At the sharp yelp and a moment of clatter as someone clearly dropped something inside the second estate - probably in their rush to have the place spick and span for their honourable guest, Fotios nudged his head towards the building, a smile of almost equated to an eye roll. "Just perhaps give us more notice next time." He suggested in good humour.
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Fotios shared in the younger man's laughter when he commented on the duty of physician-calling to fall to him as Prince Irakles' closest acquaintance. He was already shaking his head as Achilleas came to the end of his assurances that the Leventi lord would be better at handling such an eventuality. Fotios raised a finger to the man beside him, his book hanging from the grip of the same hand.
"I'll have you know, that I have remained your uncle's closest and oldest friend from avoiding situations exactly like that." He said with a chuckle. He then turned his raised digit into a sweep of nonchalance. "My inaction over Irakles' cycles of health haven't killed him yet, Lord Achilleas." The tone was good-natured, despite the subject. He released a few fingers from his book to pat at Achilleas' shoulder. The young man was a brute in size and the shoulder was several inches higher than Fotios'. "I do not believe Irakles to be the sprightly soldier he used to be but I also don't believe him to be dying. I think you worry for your father too much." He then offered him a side glance and a nod of approval. "As a son should."
As they moved around the pond and were approaching back towards the courtyard again, Fotios was offering a smile as he spotted Achilleas' horse being tended to in the sunshine and given a proper rub down and clean. There were also several servants that he spotted running around inside the second, older estate. He spotted their lithe frames flittering back and forth among one of the meeting chambers and setting floors on the sills. It would appear that the message of Achilleas' arrival had reached the appropriate sources - namely the Lady Evelli - and that the home was being prepared for his reception.
Turning towards Achilleas, his pace stilling, Fotios looked out over the sunlit fields of his lands as if in repose or perusal of thought. With his brow a little lowered against the glare of the sun, he looked to the man with an assessing and honest eye.
"I find myself looking forward to being able to call you nephew-in-law, Lord Achilleas." He said with a firm nod. "You've grown into a fine man and I'm sure you'll make Theodora a fine husband."
Transferring his book and now empty wine cup into the same hand, Fotios offered out his free one to grasp at Achilleas' forearm when given it, in a strong sign of friendship.
"Come back to me if you have any other concerns, Lord Achilleas." He told the man. "Our family is yours now, and soon to be so a few times over. You'll always be welcome." At the sharp yelp and a moment of clatter as someone clearly dropped something inside the second estate - probably in their rush to have the place spick and span for their honourable guest, Fotios nudged his head towards the building, a smile of almost equated to an eye roll. "Just perhaps give us more notice next time." He suggested in good humour.
Fotios shared in the younger man's laughter when he commented on the duty of physician-calling to fall to him as Prince Irakles' closest acquaintance. He was already shaking his head as Achilleas came to the end of his assurances that the Leventi lord would be better at handling such an eventuality. Fotios raised a finger to the man beside him, his book hanging from the grip of the same hand.
"I'll have you know, that I have remained your uncle's closest and oldest friend from avoiding situations exactly like that." He said with a chuckle. He then turned his raised digit into a sweep of nonchalance. "My inaction over Irakles' cycles of health haven't killed him yet, Lord Achilleas." The tone was good-natured, despite the subject. He released a few fingers from his book to pat at Achilleas' shoulder. The young man was a brute in size and the shoulder was several inches higher than Fotios'. "I do not believe Irakles to be the sprightly soldier he used to be but I also don't believe him to be dying. I think you worry for your father too much." He then offered him a side glance and a nod of approval. "As a son should."
As they moved around the pond and were approaching back towards the courtyard again, Fotios was offering a smile as he spotted Achilleas' horse being tended to in the sunshine and given a proper rub down and clean. There were also several servants that he spotted running around inside the second, older estate. He spotted their lithe frames flittering back and forth among one of the meeting chambers and setting floors on the sills. It would appear that the message of Achilleas' arrival had reached the appropriate sources - namely the Lady Evelli - and that the home was being prepared for his reception.
Turning towards Achilleas, his pace stilling, Fotios looked out over the sunlit fields of his lands as if in repose or perusal of thought. With his brow a little lowered against the glare of the sun, he looked to the man with an assessing and honest eye.
"I find myself looking forward to being able to call you nephew-in-law, Lord Achilleas." He said with a firm nod. "You've grown into a fine man and I'm sure you'll make Theodora a fine husband."
Transferring his book and now empty wine cup into the same hand, Fotios offered out his free one to grasp at Achilleas' forearm when given it, in a strong sign of friendship.
"Come back to me if you have any other concerns, Lord Achilleas." He told the man. "Our family is yours now, and soon to be so a few times over. You'll always be welcome." At the sharp yelp and a moment of clatter as someone clearly dropped something inside the second estate - probably in their rush to have the place spick and span for their honourable guest, Fotios nudged his head towards the building, a smile of almost equated to an eye roll. "Just perhaps give us more notice next time." He suggested in good humour.
Perhaps Fotios was right. Perhaps he was reading too much into those little signs on discomfort he had seen his father expressing and it was nothing more than a cough brought about the shifting season. With a glance at the fingers that rested atop his shoulder, Achilleas shrugged and let the matter drop.His father would likely not thank him for raising it anyway.
“He would curse me if he knew I had spoken of it with you, I’m certain” the younger man admitted with a sideways glance at his father’s friend. “ Perhaps we did not speak of it, after all”
It was said mostly in jest, but the Lord Mikaelidas knew well enough that the man he walked with could keep secrets. No one would be taken into his father’s confidence if they could not, and once again, Achilleas considered what faced his cousin if these two schemed against him. It gave him pause for thought, and rather tarnished the good opinion that he could see would be easy enough formed if he did not remind himself of such things.
It made him him uneasy to think on it, and so he shoved it away, along with those coarse rumours that circulated about the Lord of Leventi and his wife.He wanted no obstacles to his wedding to present themselves, and so it would pay to keep the man next to him sweet, scruples be damned.
They had circled back towards the main house, and Achilleas was surprised to look over to see his irascible horse appearing quite content as he received a rub down. “Disloyal beast” he muttered good humouredly, but he could not prevent his gaze flitting beyond, to the home of his betrothed as if he hoped he might catch a glimpse of her at one of the windows. He was tired of waiting now, by the Gods.
There had been barely a snatched moment alone between he and Theodora since she had bade him farewell before he had gone off to fight, and though it had been a sweet memory to sustain him, it was not enough. He wanted more. There had been a spark then, he thought, a glimpse of the fire that he would like to kindle with his betrothed, when they ever got the chance to spend more than a minute in eachother’s company. Calling it to mind right now was not helping him, he realised, a little flustered as his host’s voice called him back to the present.
Achilleas looked to Fotios then, surprised but not displeased by the man’s gesture and declaration of faith, inspite of his earlier musings. The arm that the Lord Leventi clasped was firm, the return grip the same, and Achilleas dipped his head as he replied.
“I am glad, Lord Fotios. I intend to do my best by her, and your family.” Indeed, that was what he did in everything, and he would approach this no differently. As he broke away from the contact, the Baron smiled and nodded, only to turn sharply towards the crash that sounded from the Old Manor. He winced, and there was a slightly pained expression on his face as he looked back to Fotios. “Indeed. I will send a runner ahead next time. I was too keen perhaps to discuss something other than war and politics. And with someone more attractive than my father or brother” he said distractedly, glancing at the old manor again.Then, as if he realised how his words could be taken, he shot Fotios a look and added hastily “ I mean Theodora of course.”
Those rumours sprung to mind again, and if he could, Achilleas would have made a sacrifice to the titan Cronos to undo the last, no matter if he stirred the wrath of the Gods. But alas, he could not, and so instead he looked to his future mother-in-law to save him.
“I daresay they must be ready now”
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Perhaps Fotios was right. Perhaps he was reading too much into those little signs on discomfort he had seen his father expressing and it was nothing more than a cough brought about the shifting season. With a glance at the fingers that rested atop his shoulder, Achilleas shrugged and let the matter drop.His father would likely not thank him for raising it anyway.
“He would curse me if he knew I had spoken of it with you, I’m certain” the younger man admitted with a sideways glance at his father’s friend. “ Perhaps we did not speak of it, after all”
It was said mostly in jest, but the Lord Mikaelidas knew well enough that the man he walked with could keep secrets. No one would be taken into his father’s confidence if they could not, and once again, Achilleas considered what faced his cousin if these two schemed against him. It gave him pause for thought, and rather tarnished the good opinion that he could see would be easy enough formed if he did not remind himself of such things.
It made him him uneasy to think on it, and so he shoved it away, along with those coarse rumours that circulated about the Lord of Leventi and his wife.He wanted no obstacles to his wedding to present themselves, and so it would pay to keep the man next to him sweet, scruples be damned.
They had circled back towards the main house, and Achilleas was surprised to look over to see his irascible horse appearing quite content as he received a rub down. “Disloyal beast” he muttered good humouredly, but he could not prevent his gaze flitting beyond, to the home of his betrothed as if he hoped he might catch a glimpse of her at one of the windows. He was tired of waiting now, by the Gods.
There had been barely a snatched moment alone between he and Theodora since she had bade him farewell before he had gone off to fight, and though it had been a sweet memory to sustain him, it was not enough. He wanted more. There had been a spark then, he thought, a glimpse of the fire that he would like to kindle with his betrothed, when they ever got the chance to spend more than a minute in eachother’s company. Calling it to mind right now was not helping him, he realised, a little flustered as his host’s voice called him back to the present.
Achilleas looked to Fotios then, surprised but not displeased by the man’s gesture and declaration of faith, inspite of his earlier musings. The arm that the Lord Leventi clasped was firm, the return grip the same, and Achilleas dipped his head as he replied.
“I am glad, Lord Fotios. I intend to do my best by her, and your family.” Indeed, that was what he did in everything, and he would approach this no differently. As he broke away from the contact, the Baron smiled and nodded, only to turn sharply towards the crash that sounded from the Old Manor. He winced, and there was a slightly pained expression on his face as he looked back to Fotios. “Indeed. I will send a runner ahead next time. I was too keen perhaps to discuss something other than war and politics. And with someone more attractive than my father or brother” he said distractedly, glancing at the old manor again.Then, as if he realised how his words could be taken, he shot Fotios a look and added hastily “ I mean Theodora of course.”
Those rumours sprung to mind again, and if he could, Achilleas would have made a sacrifice to the titan Cronos to undo the last, no matter if he stirred the wrath of the Gods. But alas, he could not, and so instead he looked to his future mother-in-law to save him.
“I daresay they must be ready now”
Perhaps Fotios was right. Perhaps he was reading too much into those little signs on discomfort he had seen his father expressing and it was nothing more than a cough brought about the shifting season. With a glance at the fingers that rested atop his shoulder, Achilleas shrugged and let the matter drop.His father would likely not thank him for raising it anyway.
“He would curse me if he knew I had spoken of it with you, I’m certain” the younger man admitted with a sideways glance at his father’s friend. “ Perhaps we did not speak of it, after all”
It was said mostly in jest, but the Lord Mikaelidas knew well enough that the man he walked with could keep secrets. No one would be taken into his father’s confidence if they could not, and once again, Achilleas considered what faced his cousin if these two schemed against him. It gave him pause for thought, and rather tarnished the good opinion that he could see would be easy enough formed if he did not remind himself of such things.
It made him him uneasy to think on it, and so he shoved it away, along with those coarse rumours that circulated about the Lord of Leventi and his wife.He wanted no obstacles to his wedding to present themselves, and so it would pay to keep the man next to him sweet, scruples be damned.
They had circled back towards the main house, and Achilleas was surprised to look over to see his irascible horse appearing quite content as he received a rub down. “Disloyal beast” he muttered good humouredly, but he could not prevent his gaze flitting beyond, to the home of his betrothed as if he hoped he might catch a glimpse of her at one of the windows. He was tired of waiting now, by the Gods.
There had been barely a snatched moment alone between he and Theodora since she had bade him farewell before he had gone off to fight, and though it had been a sweet memory to sustain him, it was not enough. He wanted more. There had been a spark then, he thought, a glimpse of the fire that he would like to kindle with his betrothed, when they ever got the chance to spend more than a minute in eachother’s company. Calling it to mind right now was not helping him, he realised, a little flustered as his host’s voice called him back to the present.
Achilleas looked to Fotios then, surprised but not displeased by the man’s gesture and declaration of faith, inspite of his earlier musings. The arm that the Lord Leventi clasped was firm, the return grip the same, and Achilleas dipped his head as he replied.
“I am glad, Lord Fotios. I intend to do my best by her, and your family.” Indeed, that was what he did in everything, and he would approach this no differently. As he broke away from the contact, the Baron smiled and nodded, only to turn sharply towards the crash that sounded from the Old Manor. He winced, and there was a slightly pained expression on his face as he looked back to Fotios. “Indeed. I will send a runner ahead next time. I was too keen perhaps to discuss something other than war and politics. And with someone more attractive than my father or brother” he said distractedly, glancing at the old manor again.Then, as if he realised how his words could be taken, he shot Fotios a look and added hastily “ I mean Theodora of course.”
Those rumours sprung to mind again, and if he could, Achilleas would have made a sacrifice to the titan Cronos to undo the last, no matter if he stirred the wrath of the Gods. But alas, he could not, and so instead he looked to his future mother-in-law to save him.
“I daresay they must be ready now”
As the two of them had finished their meander around the little garden, the Lord Achilleas had commented - very rightly - that Irakles would likely be none-too-pleased with their topic of conversation as it pertained to his father's health. The prince was a stubborn and prideful man who liked to maintain the image that he was a solid as stone and as reliable as the changing of seasons. To show any kind of break in the pattern of his health or sustainability would have gone against such a public persona.
So, when Achilleas mentioned the suggestion of keeping their conversation secret, Fotios had simply offered him a blank look, a quick comment - "Spoken of what?" - and then a soft smile of friendship, which was the closest the man ever came to making a promise. As far as he was concerned, he saw no reason to have Irakles ever know or supposed that his son was fearing for his health. Irakles wasn't an idiot and was aware of what stress did to him in periods where he worked too hard. And his health would likely improve in a few weeks after the Senate meet tomorrow and any fall out from it... Provided it came to the right result, of course.
When they had reached the courtyard and Achilleas commented on the fickle nature of the horse he had ridden there on, Fotios could only off a huff of a laugh, drawn through his nose, before they were each distracted by that noise from the house and Achilleas agreed that it would be best in future to send a runner ahead of time. But the reasons behind his eagerness was logical and spoke of a kind disposition.
"I think we all do nowadays, what with matters being what they are." He simply offered in a manner that was both agreeing and noncommittal.
To the comment on beauty and looks, Fotios actually cracked a smile that showed teeth.
"You wound me, Lord Achilleas." He said, in all jest, before offering the man a slap on the shoulder with the flat of his hand. He pointed with the other towards the older estate. "Go speak with your beauty if you now wish." He told the male, before nodding and making to turn away. "I have business to attend to within the manor. By all means stop by on your leave-taking if you wish but, otherwise, I suspect I shall see you on at the meet tomorrow."
And with a final smile and nod, Fotios left Achilleas to approach the manor that his brother Georgios and his family had been using long term since the events at the circus and headed back inside the main manor and to his wine and his books...
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As the two of them had finished their meander around the little garden, the Lord Achilleas had commented - very rightly - that Irakles would likely be none-too-pleased with their topic of conversation as it pertained to his father's health. The prince was a stubborn and prideful man who liked to maintain the image that he was a solid as stone and as reliable as the changing of seasons. To show any kind of break in the pattern of his health or sustainability would have gone against such a public persona.
So, when Achilleas mentioned the suggestion of keeping their conversation secret, Fotios had simply offered him a blank look, a quick comment - "Spoken of what?" - and then a soft smile of friendship, which was the closest the man ever came to making a promise. As far as he was concerned, he saw no reason to have Irakles ever know or supposed that his son was fearing for his health. Irakles wasn't an idiot and was aware of what stress did to him in periods where he worked too hard. And his health would likely improve in a few weeks after the Senate meet tomorrow and any fall out from it... Provided it came to the right result, of course.
When they had reached the courtyard and Achilleas commented on the fickle nature of the horse he had ridden there on, Fotios could only off a huff of a laugh, drawn through his nose, before they were each distracted by that noise from the house and Achilleas agreed that it would be best in future to send a runner ahead of time. But the reasons behind his eagerness was logical and spoke of a kind disposition.
"I think we all do nowadays, what with matters being what they are." He simply offered in a manner that was both agreeing and noncommittal.
To the comment on beauty and looks, Fotios actually cracked a smile that showed teeth.
"You wound me, Lord Achilleas." He said, in all jest, before offering the man a slap on the shoulder with the flat of his hand. He pointed with the other towards the older estate. "Go speak with your beauty if you now wish." He told the male, before nodding and making to turn away. "I have business to attend to within the manor. By all means stop by on your leave-taking if you wish but, otherwise, I suspect I shall see you on at the meet tomorrow."
And with a final smile and nod, Fotios left Achilleas to approach the manor that his brother Georgios and his family had been using long term since the events at the circus and headed back inside the main manor and to his wine and his books...
As the two of them had finished their meander around the little garden, the Lord Achilleas had commented - very rightly - that Irakles would likely be none-too-pleased with their topic of conversation as it pertained to his father's health. The prince was a stubborn and prideful man who liked to maintain the image that he was a solid as stone and as reliable as the changing of seasons. To show any kind of break in the pattern of his health or sustainability would have gone against such a public persona.
So, when Achilleas mentioned the suggestion of keeping their conversation secret, Fotios had simply offered him a blank look, a quick comment - "Spoken of what?" - and then a soft smile of friendship, which was the closest the man ever came to making a promise. As far as he was concerned, he saw no reason to have Irakles ever know or supposed that his son was fearing for his health. Irakles wasn't an idiot and was aware of what stress did to him in periods where he worked too hard. And his health would likely improve in a few weeks after the Senate meet tomorrow and any fall out from it... Provided it came to the right result, of course.
When they had reached the courtyard and Achilleas commented on the fickle nature of the horse he had ridden there on, Fotios could only off a huff of a laugh, drawn through his nose, before they were each distracted by that noise from the house and Achilleas agreed that it would be best in future to send a runner ahead of time. But the reasons behind his eagerness was logical and spoke of a kind disposition.
"I think we all do nowadays, what with matters being what they are." He simply offered in a manner that was both agreeing and noncommittal.
To the comment on beauty and looks, Fotios actually cracked a smile that showed teeth.
"You wound me, Lord Achilleas." He said, in all jest, before offering the man a slap on the shoulder with the flat of his hand. He pointed with the other towards the older estate. "Go speak with your beauty if you now wish." He told the male, before nodding and making to turn away. "I have business to attend to within the manor. By all means stop by on your leave-taking if you wish but, otherwise, I suspect I shall see you on at the meet tomorrow."
And with a final smile and nod, Fotios left Achilleas to approach the manor that his brother Georgios and his family had been using long term since the events at the circus and headed back inside the main manor and to his wine and his books...
Achilleas took his leave of Fotios, one hand coming up to smooth the dark hair atop his head as he approached to door of the old manor. He hoped his diversion with the Lord Leventi had been sufficient enough that his presence would not throw the house into dissaray, and sure enough, as he drew near to the doors, they swung open without him needing to knock, a servant giving a quick bow before beckoning the baron inside.
“This way, my Lord Mikaelidas”
Achilleas followed, his hand clasping his opposite wrist behind his back as he walked, straight backed and with a confidence honed over his years in the military. Not knowing who he was to be received by, that instinctive formality kicked in. At over six feet and with a body that was sculpted and shaped by years of training, he had an intimidating physical presence. It was one of the things he had grown accustomed to using to his advantage where it was required, but now it was more to reassure himself, for this was an arena he was...less comfortable in, though he would never let it be known.
And so he gifted the servant only the barest of nods before Achilleas swept past the man into the chamber beyond, where he was pleased- if not a little surprised- to find only his betrothed waiting for him.
“Theodora” Her name was delivered on a smile, and the Lord Mikaelidas crossed the room, taking her hand in his and pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek before he stepped back and took her in, falling into the same martial stance as before even as his eyes took a rather liberal journey over his fiancee’s form. He was a man after all, and one who had been deprived of a bride these past weeks.
There was a little curiosity as the man looked around them, wondering where everyone had scurried off too, wondering at his luck at finally being able to snatch a moment alone with this woman that he was soon to be wed to. Those had been few and far between over the past weeks, and with one thing after another delaying the upcoming nuptials, Achilleas was done with all of the waiting. Still, he was a little formal as he went on, mindful that they were within her family home.
“I apologise for not sending word ahead of my visit” he said seriously. “That was ill done of me. I hope I have not put you out”
Achilleas pressed his lips together briefly as he heard himself. Put her out?.It felt almost like they had become strangers when there were such long periods between seeing one another. He pushed on regardless.
“ I would have come sooner, but as you can imagine, there has been much needing my attention.” Indeed with his father ensconsed at the palati, and his brother almost conspicuous in his absence, Achilleas had been mostly solitary as he tried to juggle the duties that had fallen to him on top of those he usually bore. About to go on, he was interrupted by a girl offering watered wine, and he accepted it gratefully, taking a sip before he resumed his words.
“I saw your sister yesterday. She looked well, though I confess, my fear grows daily that she will birth that babe before we get a chance to be wed.” He said it lightly, mostly in jest, though there could be no denying Olympia had looked fit for bursting. “Have you seen her of late?”
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Achilleas took his leave of Fotios, one hand coming up to smooth the dark hair atop his head as he approached to door of the old manor. He hoped his diversion with the Lord Leventi had been sufficient enough that his presence would not throw the house into dissaray, and sure enough, as he drew near to the doors, they swung open without him needing to knock, a servant giving a quick bow before beckoning the baron inside.
“This way, my Lord Mikaelidas”
Achilleas followed, his hand clasping his opposite wrist behind his back as he walked, straight backed and with a confidence honed over his years in the military. Not knowing who he was to be received by, that instinctive formality kicked in. At over six feet and with a body that was sculpted and shaped by years of training, he had an intimidating physical presence. It was one of the things he had grown accustomed to using to his advantage where it was required, but now it was more to reassure himself, for this was an arena he was...less comfortable in, though he would never let it be known.
And so he gifted the servant only the barest of nods before Achilleas swept past the man into the chamber beyond, where he was pleased- if not a little surprised- to find only his betrothed waiting for him.
“Theodora” Her name was delivered on a smile, and the Lord Mikaelidas crossed the room, taking her hand in his and pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek before he stepped back and took her in, falling into the same martial stance as before even as his eyes took a rather liberal journey over his fiancee’s form. He was a man after all, and one who had been deprived of a bride these past weeks.
There was a little curiosity as the man looked around them, wondering where everyone had scurried off too, wondering at his luck at finally being able to snatch a moment alone with this woman that he was soon to be wed to. Those had been few and far between over the past weeks, and with one thing after another delaying the upcoming nuptials, Achilleas was done with all of the waiting. Still, he was a little formal as he went on, mindful that they were within her family home.
“I apologise for not sending word ahead of my visit” he said seriously. “That was ill done of me. I hope I have not put you out”
Achilleas pressed his lips together briefly as he heard himself. Put her out?.It felt almost like they had become strangers when there were such long periods between seeing one another. He pushed on regardless.
“ I would have come sooner, but as you can imagine, there has been much needing my attention.” Indeed with his father ensconsed at the palati, and his brother almost conspicuous in his absence, Achilleas had been mostly solitary as he tried to juggle the duties that had fallen to him on top of those he usually bore. About to go on, he was interrupted by a girl offering watered wine, and he accepted it gratefully, taking a sip before he resumed his words.
“I saw your sister yesterday. She looked well, though I confess, my fear grows daily that she will birth that babe before we get a chance to be wed.” He said it lightly, mostly in jest, though there could be no denying Olympia had looked fit for bursting. “Have you seen her of late?”
Achilleas took his leave of Fotios, one hand coming up to smooth the dark hair atop his head as he approached to door of the old manor. He hoped his diversion with the Lord Leventi had been sufficient enough that his presence would not throw the house into dissaray, and sure enough, as he drew near to the doors, they swung open without him needing to knock, a servant giving a quick bow before beckoning the baron inside.
“This way, my Lord Mikaelidas”
Achilleas followed, his hand clasping his opposite wrist behind his back as he walked, straight backed and with a confidence honed over his years in the military. Not knowing who he was to be received by, that instinctive formality kicked in. At over six feet and with a body that was sculpted and shaped by years of training, he had an intimidating physical presence. It was one of the things he had grown accustomed to using to his advantage where it was required, but now it was more to reassure himself, for this was an arena he was...less comfortable in, though he would never let it be known.
And so he gifted the servant only the barest of nods before Achilleas swept past the man into the chamber beyond, where he was pleased- if not a little surprised- to find only his betrothed waiting for him.
“Theodora” Her name was delivered on a smile, and the Lord Mikaelidas crossed the room, taking her hand in his and pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek before he stepped back and took her in, falling into the same martial stance as before even as his eyes took a rather liberal journey over his fiancee’s form. He was a man after all, and one who had been deprived of a bride these past weeks.
There was a little curiosity as the man looked around them, wondering where everyone had scurried off too, wondering at his luck at finally being able to snatch a moment alone with this woman that he was soon to be wed to. Those had been few and far between over the past weeks, and with one thing after another delaying the upcoming nuptials, Achilleas was done with all of the waiting. Still, he was a little formal as he went on, mindful that they were within her family home.
“I apologise for not sending word ahead of my visit” he said seriously. “That was ill done of me. I hope I have not put you out”
Achilleas pressed his lips together briefly as he heard himself. Put her out?.It felt almost like they had become strangers when there were such long periods between seeing one another. He pushed on regardless.
“ I would have come sooner, but as you can imagine, there has been much needing my attention.” Indeed with his father ensconsed at the palati, and his brother almost conspicuous in his absence, Achilleas had been mostly solitary as he tried to juggle the duties that had fallen to him on top of those he usually bore. About to go on, he was interrupted by a girl offering watered wine, and he accepted it gratefully, taking a sip before he resumed his words.
“I saw your sister yesterday. She looked well, though I confess, my fear grows daily that she will birth that babe before we get a chance to be wed.” He said it lightly, mostly in jest, though there could be no denying Olympia had looked fit for bursting. “Have you seen her of late?”
Achilleas presence being announced wasn't something that had passed the young woman ― and though she would have preferred being more prepared, she couldn't allow herself holding it against the young man either. It was a purely selfish thought, if anything. One born out of self-doubt and timidity.
The moment he entered the room, the young woman found herself rising to her feet, her back straightening ― albeit a little stiffly ― as she turned to face him. A small smile splayed across her lips: One that should perhaps have been filled with more joy than it was with sheepishness.
It couldn't be helped, or so she told herself. Convinced herself.
"Ah." She pressed, "Achilleas." She could feel her body growing tenser as he drew across the room, though the moment she felt his hand on hers, she could feel the muscles in her body start to relax. A quick squeeze to his hand was offered in return and her brown eyes followed his movement as he stepped away.
The previous smile she'd worn turned somewhat amused at his apology. "There's really no need to apologize." She began, but quickly continued, "I'm just glad to see you in one piece." It wasn't a lie: She would never wish any harm to be done to him. Even Theodora could never wish for something as cruel ― even if the situation she found herself might not have been favorable.
Which, she realized, thinking that was perhaps just as cruel: He was a good match.
Folding her hands in front of her, Theodora's fingers intertwined as she rolled her shoulders back. She briefly wondered if it was in its place to ask further, or perhaps it was more considerate of her to not ask at all. Still, the brunette smiled, a little thankful as the distraction of wine was offered.
And then even more grateful when the topic of conversation quickly changed to something else. Something far easier to talk about.
Sadness colored Theodora's smile as she shook her head, "I'm afraid not." She wished there was more time. More time for her to see her sister ― and congratulate her on the babe that was soon due. "Though, I'm hoping I'll get a chance to before the child is born." She supposed the same could be said about their wedding: But she wasn't entirely sure how she felt about that yet. "Though, I fear we may not have much say in the matter in terms of when we're wed." She offered with a chuckle.
She wondered then, if perhaps it had been rude of her not to offer him somewhere to sit: While she didn't at all mind ― from a purely female perspective ― him standing there, looking refined and composed, it struck her as somewhat... odd. "Would you like to sit down?" She quickly asked, immediately turning her head to look about the room: They were alone, sure, but that didn't necessarily mean they would continue being so. Did she even want to be completely alone?
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Achilleas presence being announced wasn't something that had passed the young woman ― and though she would have preferred being more prepared, she couldn't allow herself holding it against the young man either. It was a purely selfish thought, if anything. One born out of self-doubt and timidity.
The moment he entered the room, the young woman found herself rising to her feet, her back straightening ― albeit a little stiffly ― as she turned to face him. A small smile splayed across her lips: One that should perhaps have been filled with more joy than it was with sheepishness.
It couldn't be helped, or so she told herself. Convinced herself.
"Ah." She pressed, "Achilleas." She could feel her body growing tenser as he drew across the room, though the moment she felt his hand on hers, she could feel the muscles in her body start to relax. A quick squeeze to his hand was offered in return and her brown eyes followed his movement as he stepped away.
The previous smile she'd worn turned somewhat amused at his apology. "There's really no need to apologize." She began, but quickly continued, "I'm just glad to see you in one piece." It wasn't a lie: She would never wish any harm to be done to him. Even Theodora could never wish for something as cruel ― even if the situation she found herself might not have been favorable.
Which, she realized, thinking that was perhaps just as cruel: He was a good match.
Folding her hands in front of her, Theodora's fingers intertwined as she rolled her shoulders back. She briefly wondered if it was in its place to ask further, or perhaps it was more considerate of her to not ask at all. Still, the brunette smiled, a little thankful as the distraction of wine was offered.
And then even more grateful when the topic of conversation quickly changed to something else. Something far easier to talk about.
Sadness colored Theodora's smile as she shook her head, "I'm afraid not." She wished there was more time. More time for her to see her sister ― and congratulate her on the babe that was soon due. "Though, I'm hoping I'll get a chance to before the child is born." She supposed the same could be said about their wedding: But she wasn't entirely sure how she felt about that yet. "Though, I fear we may not have much say in the matter in terms of when we're wed." She offered with a chuckle.
She wondered then, if perhaps it had been rude of her not to offer him somewhere to sit: While she didn't at all mind ― from a purely female perspective ― him standing there, looking refined and composed, it struck her as somewhat... odd. "Would you like to sit down?" She quickly asked, immediately turning her head to look about the room: They were alone, sure, but that didn't necessarily mean they would continue being so. Did she even want to be completely alone?
Achilleas presence being announced wasn't something that had passed the young woman ― and though she would have preferred being more prepared, she couldn't allow herself holding it against the young man either. It was a purely selfish thought, if anything. One born out of self-doubt and timidity.
The moment he entered the room, the young woman found herself rising to her feet, her back straightening ― albeit a little stiffly ― as she turned to face him. A small smile splayed across her lips: One that should perhaps have been filled with more joy than it was with sheepishness.
It couldn't be helped, or so she told herself. Convinced herself.
"Ah." She pressed, "Achilleas." She could feel her body growing tenser as he drew across the room, though the moment she felt his hand on hers, she could feel the muscles in her body start to relax. A quick squeeze to his hand was offered in return and her brown eyes followed his movement as he stepped away.
The previous smile she'd worn turned somewhat amused at his apology. "There's really no need to apologize." She began, but quickly continued, "I'm just glad to see you in one piece." It wasn't a lie: She would never wish any harm to be done to him. Even Theodora could never wish for something as cruel ― even if the situation she found herself might not have been favorable.
Which, she realized, thinking that was perhaps just as cruel: He was a good match.
Folding her hands in front of her, Theodora's fingers intertwined as she rolled her shoulders back. She briefly wondered if it was in its place to ask further, or perhaps it was more considerate of her to not ask at all. Still, the brunette smiled, a little thankful as the distraction of wine was offered.
And then even more grateful when the topic of conversation quickly changed to something else. Something far easier to talk about.
Sadness colored Theodora's smile as she shook her head, "I'm afraid not." She wished there was more time. More time for her to see her sister ― and congratulate her on the babe that was soon due. "Though, I'm hoping I'll get a chance to before the child is born." She supposed the same could be said about their wedding: But she wasn't entirely sure how she felt about that yet. "Though, I fear we may not have much say in the matter in terms of when we're wed." She offered with a chuckle.
She wondered then, if perhaps it had been rude of her not to offer him somewhere to sit: While she didn't at all mind ― from a purely female perspective ― him standing there, looking refined and composed, it struck her as somewhat... odd. "Would you like to sit down?" She quickly asked, immediately turning her head to look about the room: They were alone, sure, but that didn't necessarily mean they would continue being so. Did she even want to be completely alone?
He could not tell if it were nerves or propriety, but the greeting he received from his betrothed could not exactly be termed joyful. Achilleas’ tried to get a read on her expression as he pulled back, for her smile seemed...tense, perhaps. But then, he too felt a little at sea, the weeks since the engagement announcement having been tumultuous to say the least. It was bound to cast its shadows upon what should have been an exciting time. Almost reluctant to let go of her hand after a moment’s pause Achilleas let it slip from his own.
Nodding as she brushed aside his apology, he could take comfort at least in her expression of concern for his well being, though he wished there had been no need for her worry. He had not expected to pick up his weapons on this return to his home, where there was supposed to be peace. “ It is good that the task was done” he said, a serious expression upon his face."Our people should be able to feel safe as they go about their city.”
Achilleas looked at Theodora then, wondering if she realised that there would be many more occasions where she would have to bid him farewell, send him off and wait and worry after his safe return. Such was the life of the wives of soldiers. If she had not considered such a thing, it would be a rude awakening indeed when he was next dispatched to lead his men into war.
He decided it was a subject too heavy to douse this meeting with, and besides, his betrothed had led them neatly on to one of his reasons for making the trip out to archontiko Leventi. “ It is not long now” he said, of the rapidly approaching wedding. “My Father asked after the arrangements - I assured him all was in hand, but then" he raised one dark brow and smiled a little “ it occured to me that I do not actually know much about it. I am hoping you can assure me I did not lie to the man” He was smiling still, but Achilleas knew there would be hell to pay if for whatever reason, things were not in place. And then, as if worried he might have alarmed Theodora, he added “ We will place the blame squarely with my brother if it is so, he is supposed to stand as my best man.”
The offer of a seat was was met with a little huff of laughter, the man too realising that they were still standing on ceremony, and he accepted, choosing to lower himself onto a seat where she might choose to sit beside him if she wished. He glanced at her “ Will you not sit with me?” Achilleas had relaxed now, glad to be in her company again and not at dissatisfied that they were alone for now. They would be married in a matter of days, no one would look unkindly on them for wanting to be close to one another. He wanted a new memory to replace that kiss she had given him before he went off to fight the Creed. It had sustained him long enough, he thought.
When she sat, he reached out with one hand, let the back of his fingers trail idly down the skin of her arm, and the gaze that rested on her was warm, eager almost. “ I find myself impatient for the day to come, if I am honest”
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He could not tell if it were nerves or propriety, but the greeting he received from his betrothed could not exactly be termed joyful. Achilleas’ tried to get a read on her expression as he pulled back, for her smile seemed...tense, perhaps. But then, he too felt a little at sea, the weeks since the engagement announcement having been tumultuous to say the least. It was bound to cast its shadows upon what should have been an exciting time. Almost reluctant to let go of her hand after a moment’s pause Achilleas let it slip from his own.
Nodding as she brushed aside his apology, he could take comfort at least in her expression of concern for his well being, though he wished there had been no need for her worry. He had not expected to pick up his weapons on this return to his home, where there was supposed to be peace. “ It is good that the task was done” he said, a serious expression upon his face."Our people should be able to feel safe as they go about their city.”
Achilleas looked at Theodora then, wondering if she realised that there would be many more occasions where she would have to bid him farewell, send him off and wait and worry after his safe return. Such was the life of the wives of soldiers. If she had not considered such a thing, it would be a rude awakening indeed when he was next dispatched to lead his men into war.
He decided it was a subject too heavy to douse this meeting with, and besides, his betrothed had led them neatly on to one of his reasons for making the trip out to archontiko Leventi. “ It is not long now” he said, of the rapidly approaching wedding. “My Father asked after the arrangements - I assured him all was in hand, but then" he raised one dark brow and smiled a little “ it occured to me that I do not actually know much about it. I am hoping you can assure me I did not lie to the man” He was smiling still, but Achilleas knew there would be hell to pay if for whatever reason, things were not in place. And then, as if worried he might have alarmed Theodora, he added “ We will place the blame squarely with my brother if it is so, he is supposed to stand as my best man.”
The offer of a seat was was met with a little huff of laughter, the man too realising that they were still standing on ceremony, and he accepted, choosing to lower himself onto a seat where she might choose to sit beside him if she wished. He glanced at her “ Will you not sit with me?” Achilleas had relaxed now, glad to be in her company again and not at dissatisfied that they were alone for now. They would be married in a matter of days, no one would look unkindly on them for wanting to be close to one another. He wanted a new memory to replace that kiss she had given him before he went off to fight the Creed. It had sustained him long enough, he thought.
When she sat, he reached out with one hand, let the back of his fingers trail idly down the skin of her arm, and the gaze that rested on her was warm, eager almost. “ I find myself impatient for the day to come, if I am honest”
He could not tell if it were nerves or propriety, but the greeting he received from his betrothed could not exactly be termed joyful. Achilleas’ tried to get a read on her expression as he pulled back, for her smile seemed...tense, perhaps. But then, he too felt a little at sea, the weeks since the engagement announcement having been tumultuous to say the least. It was bound to cast its shadows upon what should have been an exciting time. Almost reluctant to let go of her hand after a moment’s pause Achilleas let it slip from his own.
Nodding as she brushed aside his apology, he could take comfort at least in her expression of concern for his well being, though he wished there had been no need for her worry. He had not expected to pick up his weapons on this return to his home, where there was supposed to be peace. “ It is good that the task was done” he said, a serious expression upon his face."Our people should be able to feel safe as they go about their city.”
Achilleas looked at Theodora then, wondering if she realised that there would be many more occasions where she would have to bid him farewell, send him off and wait and worry after his safe return. Such was the life of the wives of soldiers. If she had not considered such a thing, it would be a rude awakening indeed when he was next dispatched to lead his men into war.
He decided it was a subject too heavy to douse this meeting with, and besides, his betrothed had led them neatly on to one of his reasons for making the trip out to archontiko Leventi. “ It is not long now” he said, of the rapidly approaching wedding. “My Father asked after the arrangements - I assured him all was in hand, but then" he raised one dark brow and smiled a little “ it occured to me that I do not actually know much about it. I am hoping you can assure me I did not lie to the man” He was smiling still, but Achilleas knew there would be hell to pay if for whatever reason, things were not in place. And then, as if worried he might have alarmed Theodora, he added “ We will place the blame squarely with my brother if it is so, he is supposed to stand as my best man.”
The offer of a seat was was met with a little huff of laughter, the man too realising that they were still standing on ceremony, and he accepted, choosing to lower himself onto a seat where she might choose to sit beside him if she wished. He glanced at her “ Will you not sit with me?” Achilleas had relaxed now, glad to be in her company again and not at dissatisfied that they were alone for now. They would be married in a matter of days, no one would look unkindly on them for wanting to be close to one another. He wanted a new memory to replace that kiss she had given him before he went off to fight the Creed. It had sustained him long enough, he thought.
When she sat, he reached out with one hand, let the back of his fingers trail idly down the skin of her arm, and the gaze that rested on her was warm, eager almost. “ I find myself impatient for the day to come, if I am honest”
At the very least, if nothing else, that was something the two could agree on: The people ― any people ― deserved to feel safe within their own walls, be them city walls or otherwise. However, that didn't mean that Theodora believed it had to come at the cost of another person's health or well-being. "You're right." She said with an easy smile. He was an honorable man ― a true and good leader.
A sigh fell from the brunette's lips then and she shook her head faintly, "I suppose it's rather foolish to hope it would continue that way ― without the worries that follow." She tilted her head in his direction, one corner of her lip tugging upward into something of a resigned smile: No, she knew it would never be so.
All the wishful hoping in the world could not change such a fate: He was a fighter ― a warrior ― and she didn't see that changing.
A chuckle fell from Theodora's lips before she could even stop it. Of course he didn't know much about it. How could he? His mind ― and presence ― had been occupied with much more important matters. "Don't worry." She assured him. "My uncle would never allow anything less." She arched an amused eyebrow in Achilleas' direction, though, any trace of amusement quickly fell upon the mention of Emilios. Theodora could feel a small lump start to form in her stomach, slowly working its way up. "Now," she began, forcing a neutral expression to settle upon her features. "That would hardly be fair on your brother." But then, there were plenty of things in life that weren't fair. "I'm sure there's someone else we'd rather see take the ire." Again, the amusement returned. "Perhaps a common enemy of sorts?" It was all in jest, of course. She would never truly consider allowing the blame to fall upon anyone who was not worthy of it.
As Achilleas moved, Theodora allowed herself a moment to follow his movements with her eyes: There was no denying that Achilleas was not just handsome in his own right, but that his body was also honed from years of training. He moved with a kind of grace only fighters had ― it was a true sight to behold. With a nod, Theodora allowed her reluctance to slip away and easily sank down on the seat next to her betrothed. She relaxed her shoulders and folded her hands neatly in her lap.
Offering the man her full attention, the young woman turned to properly face him. She did not pull away from his touch, but rather, allowed herself to enjoy it for what it was: The attention of an incredibly handsome man. A man that would soon not be her betrothed, but her husband. There was no shame in enjoying the way he looked at her, or finding herself... Curious. Even so, Theodora couldn't quite rid herself of the sudden shyness ― or the faint crimson ― that colored her features. Lowering her head enough for some of her hair to shield the growing warmth that spread across her cheeks, Theodora ― despite herself ― did not look away.
This time, it would not be something done out of petty anger. It wouldn't be something she'd do to hurt someone else. Rather, she wanted this to be because she wanted it.
Or at the very least, she was willing to try.
With newfound determination, Theodora lifted her hand to place it against Achilleas' cheek. Allowing the softness of her fingertips to glide over the scruff on his cheeks, Theodora leaned forward.
Only to jump in her seat as a door behind Achilleas slammed shut. The sound of giggling could be heart alongside the pat-pat-pat of footsteps running away. "Imma." Theodora whispered under her breath, slightly annoyed, though she could only make a guess. Her eyes moved from Achilleas to the now closed door behind him, though her hand remained against the man's cheek.
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At the very least, if nothing else, that was something the two could agree on: The people ― any people ― deserved to feel safe within their own walls, be them city walls or otherwise. However, that didn't mean that Theodora believed it had to come at the cost of another person's health or well-being. "You're right." She said with an easy smile. He was an honorable man ― a true and good leader.
A sigh fell from the brunette's lips then and she shook her head faintly, "I suppose it's rather foolish to hope it would continue that way ― without the worries that follow." She tilted her head in his direction, one corner of her lip tugging upward into something of a resigned smile: No, she knew it would never be so.
All the wishful hoping in the world could not change such a fate: He was a fighter ― a warrior ― and she didn't see that changing.
A chuckle fell from Theodora's lips before she could even stop it. Of course he didn't know much about it. How could he? His mind ― and presence ― had been occupied with much more important matters. "Don't worry." She assured him. "My uncle would never allow anything less." She arched an amused eyebrow in Achilleas' direction, though, any trace of amusement quickly fell upon the mention of Emilios. Theodora could feel a small lump start to form in her stomach, slowly working its way up. "Now," she began, forcing a neutral expression to settle upon her features. "That would hardly be fair on your brother." But then, there were plenty of things in life that weren't fair. "I'm sure there's someone else we'd rather see take the ire." Again, the amusement returned. "Perhaps a common enemy of sorts?" It was all in jest, of course. She would never truly consider allowing the blame to fall upon anyone who was not worthy of it.
As Achilleas moved, Theodora allowed herself a moment to follow his movements with her eyes: There was no denying that Achilleas was not just handsome in his own right, but that his body was also honed from years of training. He moved with a kind of grace only fighters had ― it was a true sight to behold. With a nod, Theodora allowed her reluctance to slip away and easily sank down on the seat next to her betrothed. She relaxed her shoulders and folded her hands neatly in her lap.
Offering the man her full attention, the young woman turned to properly face him. She did not pull away from his touch, but rather, allowed herself to enjoy it for what it was: The attention of an incredibly handsome man. A man that would soon not be her betrothed, but her husband. There was no shame in enjoying the way he looked at her, or finding herself... Curious. Even so, Theodora couldn't quite rid herself of the sudden shyness ― or the faint crimson ― that colored her features. Lowering her head enough for some of her hair to shield the growing warmth that spread across her cheeks, Theodora ― despite herself ― did not look away.
This time, it would not be something done out of petty anger. It wouldn't be something she'd do to hurt someone else. Rather, she wanted this to be because she wanted it.
Or at the very least, she was willing to try.
With newfound determination, Theodora lifted her hand to place it against Achilleas' cheek. Allowing the softness of her fingertips to glide over the scruff on his cheeks, Theodora leaned forward.
Only to jump in her seat as a door behind Achilleas slammed shut. The sound of giggling could be heart alongside the pat-pat-pat of footsteps running away. "Imma." Theodora whispered under her breath, slightly annoyed, though she could only make a guess. Her eyes moved from Achilleas to the now closed door behind him, though her hand remained against the man's cheek.
At the very least, if nothing else, that was something the two could agree on: The people ― any people ― deserved to feel safe within their own walls, be them city walls or otherwise. However, that didn't mean that Theodora believed it had to come at the cost of another person's health or well-being. "You're right." She said with an easy smile. He was an honorable man ― a true and good leader.
A sigh fell from the brunette's lips then and she shook her head faintly, "I suppose it's rather foolish to hope it would continue that way ― without the worries that follow." She tilted her head in his direction, one corner of her lip tugging upward into something of a resigned smile: No, she knew it would never be so.
All the wishful hoping in the world could not change such a fate: He was a fighter ― a warrior ― and she didn't see that changing.
A chuckle fell from Theodora's lips before she could even stop it. Of course he didn't know much about it. How could he? His mind ― and presence ― had been occupied with much more important matters. "Don't worry." She assured him. "My uncle would never allow anything less." She arched an amused eyebrow in Achilleas' direction, though, any trace of amusement quickly fell upon the mention of Emilios. Theodora could feel a small lump start to form in her stomach, slowly working its way up. "Now," she began, forcing a neutral expression to settle upon her features. "That would hardly be fair on your brother." But then, there were plenty of things in life that weren't fair. "I'm sure there's someone else we'd rather see take the ire." Again, the amusement returned. "Perhaps a common enemy of sorts?" It was all in jest, of course. She would never truly consider allowing the blame to fall upon anyone who was not worthy of it.
As Achilleas moved, Theodora allowed herself a moment to follow his movements with her eyes: There was no denying that Achilleas was not just handsome in his own right, but that his body was also honed from years of training. He moved with a kind of grace only fighters had ― it was a true sight to behold. With a nod, Theodora allowed her reluctance to slip away and easily sank down on the seat next to her betrothed. She relaxed her shoulders and folded her hands neatly in her lap.
Offering the man her full attention, the young woman turned to properly face him. She did not pull away from his touch, but rather, allowed herself to enjoy it for what it was: The attention of an incredibly handsome man. A man that would soon not be her betrothed, but her husband. There was no shame in enjoying the way he looked at her, or finding herself... Curious. Even so, Theodora couldn't quite rid herself of the sudden shyness ― or the faint crimson ― that colored her features. Lowering her head enough for some of her hair to shield the growing warmth that spread across her cheeks, Theodora ― despite herself ― did not look away.
This time, it would not be something done out of petty anger. It wouldn't be something she'd do to hurt someone else. Rather, she wanted this to be because she wanted it.
Or at the very least, she was willing to try.
With newfound determination, Theodora lifted her hand to place it against Achilleas' cheek. Allowing the softness of her fingertips to glide over the scruff on his cheeks, Theodora leaned forward.
Only to jump in her seat as a door behind Achilleas slammed shut. The sound of giggling could be heart alongside the pat-pat-pat of footsteps running away. "Imma." Theodora whispered under her breath, slightly annoyed, though she could only make a guess. Her eyes moved from Achilleas to the now closed door behind him, though her hand remained against the man's cheek.
He would have liked to reassure Theodora that it was not foolish: that the dust would settle and the bloodstains would fade away and be forgotten. But Achilleas was not given to lying if he could help it, and he had a bad feeling about tomorrow’s senate meet. There had been no mistaking his father’s meaning, whatever was to be tabled was clearly significant, and he had wanted to prime Achilleas to vote the right way. Whatever that was was.
He had not slept well, unable to silence his mind of the nagging unease that had settled there after he had met with the man, and now he was hard pressed not to sigh. Instead, he gave a bland sort of smile, non committal
The wedding then, became almost light relief, and Achilleas let go of his worries on that front too when he heard Theodora’s confidence that everything was falling into place as it should. His smile reached his eyes at her evident amusement, slipping only slightly as she seemed to take it seriously that he would let his brother take the fall for any mishap.
“Ahhh, but you see, Emilios is hearty and knows enough of our father’s ranting to let it wash straight over him” he advised in mock seriousness. “ No other would be able to bear it”
But it was all good humour anyway, and he let it drop as he sat, hopeful that she would accept his invitation. Achilleas found he did not tire of the sight of her, each moment in her presence a chance to notice something new: the way her neck arched, or the constellation of freckles that scattered across her skin as if kisses left by the sun.
He did not apologise when he was caught staring either, canting his head to the side and lips curving into a smile at the faint flush that she wore so prettily for him. He was a lucky man. Or would be, when the damned wedding happened at last.
“It is well that I have not seen you” he murmured, gaze catching and holding hers “I find you altogether too distracting, Theodora.” And the hand she placed upon his cheek was all the invitation he needed, already dipping his head towards hers only to rear back in surprise at the sudden bang from behind him. Instinctively, Achilleas had turned, his hand gone to the sword at his hip, but he soon realised his mistake, breathing out in a whoosh. He looked back to his betrothed as she spoke,a brief flash of exasperation crossing his features.
“Gone now?” he said, a wry smile in place as he threaded his fingers with Theodora’s and lifted her hand back to his face after it had fallen away in his sudden turn. “ We should seize the moment then, before she comes back.”
And, because he was nothing if not a man who held to his word, Achilleas did just that, leaning in to steal the kiss that he was certain she had been about to give. Tentatively at first, as if he did not want to scare her off, he grew a little bolder, slanting his mouth across hers, breath warm and tasting of wine.
He should have cared more that they might be interrupted, or that he presumed too much, but as his free hand left hers to settle against her waist, he found he did not care at all.
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He would have liked to reassure Theodora that it was not foolish: that the dust would settle and the bloodstains would fade away and be forgotten. But Achilleas was not given to lying if he could help it, and he had a bad feeling about tomorrow’s senate meet. There had been no mistaking his father’s meaning, whatever was to be tabled was clearly significant, and he had wanted to prime Achilleas to vote the right way. Whatever that was was.
He had not slept well, unable to silence his mind of the nagging unease that had settled there after he had met with the man, and now he was hard pressed not to sigh. Instead, he gave a bland sort of smile, non committal
The wedding then, became almost light relief, and Achilleas let go of his worries on that front too when he heard Theodora’s confidence that everything was falling into place as it should. His smile reached his eyes at her evident amusement, slipping only slightly as she seemed to take it seriously that he would let his brother take the fall for any mishap.
“Ahhh, but you see, Emilios is hearty and knows enough of our father’s ranting to let it wash straight over him” he advised in mock seriousness. “ No other would be able to bear it”
But it was all good humour anyway, and he let it drop as he sat, hopeful that she would accept his invitation. Achilleas found he did not tire of the sight of her, each moment in her presence a chance to notice something new: the way her neck arched, or the constellation of freckles that scattered across her skin as if kisses left by the sun.
He did not apologise when he was caught staring either, canting his head to the side and lips curving into a smile at the faint flush that she wore so prettily for him. He was a lucky man. Or would be, when the damned wedding happened at last.
“It is well that I have not seen you” he murmured, gaze catching and holding hers “I find you altogether too distracting, Theodora.” And the hand she placed upon his cheek was all the invitation he needed, already dipping his head towards hers only to rear back in surprise at the sudden bang from behind him. Instinctively, Achilleas had turned, his hand gone to the sword at his hip, but he soon realised his mistake, breathing out in a whoosh. He looked back to his betrothed as she spoke,a brief flash of exasperation crossing his features.
“Gone now?” he said, a wry smile in place as he threaded his fingers with Theodora’s and lifted her hand back to his face after it had fallen away in his sudden turn. “ We should seize the moment then, before she comes back.”
And, because he was nothing if not a man who held to his word, Achilleas did just that, leaning in to steal the kiss that he was certain she had been about to give. Tentatively at first, as if he did not want to scare her off, he grew a little bolder, slanting his mouth across hers, breath warm and tasting of wine.
He should have cared more that they might be interrupted, or that he presumed too much, but as his free hand left hers to settle against her waist, he found he did not care at all.
He would have liked to reassure Theodora that it was not foolish: that the dust would settle and the bloodstains would fade away and be forgotten. But Achilleas was not given to lying if he could help it, and he had a bad feeling about tomorrow’s senate meet. There had been no mistaking his father’s meaning, whatever was to be tabled was clearly significant, and he had wanted to prime Achilleas to vote the right way. Whatever that was was.
He had not slept well, unable to silence his mind of the nagging unease that had settled there after he had met with the man, and now he was hard pressed not to sigh. Instead, he gave a bland sort of smile, non committal
The wedding then, became almost light relief, and Achilleas let go of his worries on that front too when he heard Theodora’s confidence that everything was falling into place as it should. His smile reached his eyes at her evident amusement, slipping only slightly as she seemed to take it seriously that he would let his brother take the fall for any mishap.
“Ahhh, but you see, Emilios is hearty and knows enough of our father’s ranting to let it wash straight over him” he advised in mock seriousness. “ No other would be able to bear it”
But it was all good humour anyway, and he let it drop as he sat, hopeful that she would accept his invitation. Achilleas found he did not tire of the sight of her, each moment in her presence a chance to notice something new: the way her neck arched, or the constellation of freckles that scattered across her skin as if kisses left by the sun.
He did not apologise when he was caught staring either, canting his head to the side and lips curving into a smile at the faint flush that she wore so prettily for him. He was a lucky man. Or would be, when the damned wedding happened at last.
“It is well that I have not seen you” he murmured, gaze catching and holding hers “I find you altogether too distracting, Theodora.” And the hand she placed upon his cheek was all the invitation he needed, already dipping his head towards hers only to rear back in surprise at the sudden bang from behind him. Instinctively, Achilleas had turned, his hand gone to the sword at his hip, but he soon realised his mistake, breathing out in a whoosh. He looked back to his betrothed as she spoke,a brief flash of exasperation crossing his features.
“Gone now?” he said, a wry smile in place as he threaded his fingers with Theodora’s and lifted her hand back to his face after it had fallen away in his sudden turn. “ We should seize the moment then, before she comes back.”
And, because he was nothing if not a man who held to his word, Achilleas did just that, leaning in to steal the kiss that he was certain she had been about to give. Tentatively at first, as if he did not want to scare her off, he grew a little bolder, slanting his mouth across hers, breath warm and tasting of wine.
He should have cared more that they might be interrupted, or that he presumed too much, but as his free hand left hers to settle against her waist, he found he did not care at all.
