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With all the glamour of her station, the youngest princess of Tangea moved with added bounce to her step, her jeweled sandals clicking on the lacquered marble floors of the extraordinary palace the Mikaelidas called home. As she moved down the colonnade of elaborate arches resting atop ionic pillars with their decorative curls, her gorgeous face sported her usual radiant smile. Seldom unhappy, Gianna was nothing if not effervescent, having inherited her mother and father’s great love of life and their people, complete with a naturally sunny disposition that reflected the magnificence of Apollo’s chariot as it moved across the sky, blessing all beneath its auspices.
In a one-shouldered peplos of lustrous gold with complex bead-work along the plunging neckline, the princess rather enjoyed dressing the part. Ever harboring the belief that one should be nothing short of fabulous all the time, Gianna found ways to celebrate her lineage and deviate from the seemingly limited patterns of attire most prevalent for the time. Bathed in jewelry and gems, she frequently chose unusual patterns and color combinations, finding as much interest in gauging the reactions of those around her as she did from pushing such couture envelopes. In one hand she held a small bouquet of pastel pink roses, picked fresh from the splendorous gardens, and secured with a segment of white ribbon.
Looking the part of a Tangean royal, the resplendent princess worked her way through the splendor of the royal palati towards the spacious and majestic chambers of oldest brother Zacharias, the crown prince and prodigal son, who had recently returned to home and hearth.
Always one who valued privacy, given her own need for it regarding the activities of her chambers, Gia found the door slightly ajar, wrapping on it with knuckles briefly and nudging the impressive wooden door with its intricate carvings open a bit more. “Zach?” She knocked once more, pushing the door open further. “Zach? Are you here?”
Only silence greeted the beauty queen, leaving her to stand at the threshold of his personal chambers. For a handful of heartbeats, she was completely content to do so, a smile lifting the corners of her full lips as she reveled in the notion that he was home once more, occupying the room that had been vacant for so long in his absence. Like rays of the warmest sunlight pouring through snow-covered tree canopies in the dead of winter, Zach’s room was alive again, thriving, his presence here, his scent. No longer an empty shell being dusted by the house staff. Having her cherished older sibling home made her insides flush with happiness.
Eager to leave her little gift for him, Gia moved into the room, gliding across the spacious distance to his desk where stacks of parchment were spread, quill pens sitting in ink at rest and a few odds and ends including a small statuette of one of the gods, bits of leather from a gauntlet and so on.Rather lovingly, Gia cleared a space among the parchment to set her roses, lest the stems leak on the paper and ruin whatever it was he was working on. She noticed some of it appeared to be battle phalanx maneuvers. Ever the dutiful soldier. As she nudged those strategic studies aside, something else caught her eye; a handwritten letter most definitely in Zacharias’ handwriting, but did not recognize the names. It wasn’t her place to read the letter, but her curiosity got the best of her. It was clearly amorous in nature, and it made her smile that her brother should pour forth such beauty of his heart into lambent words. He was madly in love and it was evident. The more she read, the more Gia’s own heart raced, utterly moved by the happiness that Zacharias had found someone he was hopelessly addicted to. The poetry of his passion was an art form that seemed lost, valued by so few, discarded in the realm of nobility as strategic unions were little more than allegiances forged by marriage. Gianna couldn’t help but wonder who it was, the lucky recipient of her brother’s courageous and beautiful heart. It brought tears to her eyes as she read the letter she should never have been privy to. Perhaps Heron knew. He was always about. Always. Always close to Zacharias, his closest confidant, his……
To say it took nanoseconds to digest was an understatement….Slowly, Gianna’s smile began to fade, the puzzle pieces fitting together in her mind. And such mirth and elation for her brother turned several shades darker. She had long noticed Heron’s stalwart and relentless dedication to Zach. She’d often found their relationship endearingly supportive of one another, if not….closer than that she’d routinely observed. And yet….she’d disregarded any preponderances as merely fanciful exaggeration on her own part. Could it….
A small sound shattered the whirlwind of thoughts flying around behind her chocolate pools, causing her to jump, startled. Quickly she turned, her bronzed flawless complexion just a bit lighter than normal.
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With all the glamour of her station, the youngest princess of Tangea moved with added bounce to her step, her jeweled sandals clicking on the lacquered marble floors of the extraordinary palace the Mikaelidas called home. As she moved down the colonnade of elaborate arches resting atop ionic pillars with their decorative curls, her gorgeous face sported her usual radiant smile. Seldom unhappy, Gianna was nothing if not effervescent, having inherited her mother and father’s great love of life and their people, complete with a naturally sunny disposition that reflected the magnificence of Apollo’s chariot as it moved across the sky, blessing all beneath its auspices.
In a one-shouldered peplos of lustrous gold with complex bead-work along the plunging neckline, the princess rather enjoyed dressing the part. Ever harboring the belief that one should be nothing short of fabulous all the time, Gianna found ways to celebrate her lineage and deviate from the seemingly limited patterns of attire most prevalent for the time. Bathed in jewelry and gems, she frequently chose unusual patterns and color combinations, finding as much interest in gauging the reactions of those around her as she did from pushing such couture envelopes. In one hand she held a small bouquet of pastel pink roses, picked fresh from the splendorous gardens, and secured with a segment of white ribbon.
Looking the part of a Tangean royal, the resplendent princess worked her way through the splendor of the royal palati towards the spacious and majestic chambers of oldest brother Zacharias, the crown prince and prodigal son, who had recently returned to home and hearth.
Always one who valued privacy, given her own need for it regarding the activities of her chambers, Gia found the door slightly ajar, wrapping on it with knuckles briefly and nudging the impressive wooden door with its intricate carvings open a bit more. “Zach?” She knocked once more, pushing the door open further. “Zach? Are you here?”
Only silence greeted the beauty queen, leaving her to stand at the threshold of his personal chambers. For a handful of heartbeats, she was completely content to do so, a smile lifting the corners of her full lips as she reveled in the notion that he was home once more, occupying the room that had been vacant for so long in his absence. Like rays of the warmest sunlight pouring through snow-covered tree canopies in the dead of winter, Zach’s room was alive again, thriving, his presence here, his scent. No longer an empty shell being dusted by the house staff. Having her cherished older sibling home made her insides flush with happiness.
Eager to leave her little gift for him, Gia moved into the room, gliding across the spacious distance to his desk where stacks of parchment were spread, quill pens sitting in ink at rest and a few odds and ends including a small statuette of one of the gods, bits of leather from a gauntlet and so on.Rather lovingly, Gia cleared a space among the parchment to set her roses, lest the stems leak on the paper and ruin whatever it was he was working on. She noticed some of it appeared to be battle phalanx maneuvers. Ever the dutiful soldier. As she nudged those strategic studies aside, something else caught her eye; a handwritten letter most definitely in Zacharias’ handwriting, but did not recognize the names. It wasn’t her place to read the letter, but her curiosity got the best of her. It was clearly amorous in nature, and it made her smile that her brother should pour forth such beauty of his heart into lambent words. He was madly in love and it was evident. The more she read, the more Gia’s own heart raced, utterly moved by the happiness that Zacharias had found someone he was hopelessly addicted to. The poetry of his passion was an art form that seemed lost, valued by so few, discarded in the realm of nobility as strategic unions were little more than allegiances forged by marriage. Gianna couldn’t help but wonder who it was, the lucky recipient of her brother’s courageous and beautiful heart. It brought tears to her eyes as she read the letter she should never have been privy to. Perhaps Heron knew. He was always about. Always. Always close to Zacharias, his closest confidant, his……
To say it took nanoseconds to digest was an understatement….Slowly, Gianna’s smile began to fade, the puzzle pieces fitting together in her mind. And such mirth and elation for her brother turned several shades darker. She had long noticed Heron’s stalwart and relentless dedication to Zach. She’d often found their relationship endearingly supportive of one another, if not….closer than that she’d routinely observed. And yet….she’d disregarded any preponderances as merely fanciful exaggeration on her own part. Could it….
A small sound shattered the whirlwind of thoughts flying around behind her chocolate pools, causing her to jump, startled. Quickly she turned, her bronzed flawless complexion just a bit lighter than normal.
With all the glamour of her station, the youngest princess of Tangea moved with added bounce to her step, her jeweled sandals clicking on the lacquered marble floors of the extraordinary palace the Mikaelidas called home. As she moved down the colonnade of elaborate arches resting atop ionic pillars with their decorative curls, her gorgeous face sported her usual radiant smile. Seldom unhappy, Gianna was nothing if not effervescent, having inherited her mother and father’s great love of life and their people, complete with a naturally sunny disposition that reflected the magnificence of Apollo’s chariot as it moved across the sky, blessing all beneath its auspices.
In a one-shouldered peplos of lustrous gold with complex bead-work along the plunging neckline, the princess rather enjoyed dressing the part. Ever harboring the belief that one should be nothing short of fabulous all the time, Gianna found ways to celebrate her lineage and deviate from the seemingly limited patterns of attire most prevalent for the time. Bathed in jewelry and gems, she frequently chose unusual patterns and color combinations, finding as much interest in gauging the reactions of those around her as she did from pushing such couture envelopes. In one hand she held a small bouquet of pastel pink roses, picked fresh from the splendorous gardens, and secured with a segment of white ribbon.
Looking the part of a Tangean royal, the resplendent princess worked her way through the splendor of the royal palati towards the spacious and majestic chambers of oldest brother Zacharias, the crown prince and prodigal son, who had recently returned to home and hearth.
Always one who valued privacy, given her own need for it regarding the activities of her chambers, Gia found the door slightly ajar, wrapping on it with knuckles briefly and nudging the impressive wooden door with its intricate carvings open a bit more. “Zach?” She knocked once more, pushing the door open further. “Zach? Are you here?”
Only silence greeted the beauty queen, leaving her to stand at the threshold of his personal chambers. For a handful of heartbeats, she was completely content to do so, a smile lifting the corners of her full lips as she reveled in the notion that he was home once more, occupying the room that had been vacant for so long in his absence. Like rays of the warmest sunlight pouring through snow-covered tree canopies in the dead of winter, Zach’s room was alive again, thriving, his presence here, his scent. No longer an empty shell being dusted by the house staff. Having her cherished older sibling home made her insides flush with happiness.
Eager to leave her little gift for him, Gia moved into the room, gliding across the spacious distance to his desk where stacks of parchment were spread, quill pens sitting in ink at rest and a few odds and ends including a small statuette of one of the gods, bits of leather from a gauntlet and so on.Rather lovingly, Gia cleared a space among the parchment to set her roses, lest the stems leak on the paper and ruin whatever it was he was working on. She noticed some of it appeared to be battle phalanx maneuvers. Ever the dutiful soldier. As she nudged those strategic studies aside, something else caught her eye; a handwritten letter most definitely in Zacharias’ handwriting, but did not recognize the names. It wasn’t her place to read the letter, but her curiosity got the best of her. It was clearly amorous in nature, and it made her smile that her brother should pour forth such beauty of his heart into lambent words. He was madly in love and it was evident. The more she read, the more Gia’s own heart raced, utterly moved by the happiness that Zacharias had found someone he was hopelessly addicted to. The poetry of his passion was an art form that seemed lost, valued by so few, discarded in the realm of nobility as strategic unions were little more than allegiances forged by marriage. Gianna couldn’t help but wonder who it was, the lucky recipient of her brother’s courageous and beautiful heart. It brought tears to her eyes as she read the letter she should never have been privy to. Perhaps Heron knew. He was always about. Always. Always close to Zacharias, his closest confidant, his……
To say it took nanoseconds to digest was an understatement….Slowly, Gianna’s smile began to fade, the puzzle pieces fitting together in her mind. And such mirth and elation for her brother turned several shades darker. She had long noticed Heron’s stalwart and relentless dedication to Zach. She’d often found their relationship endearingly supportive of one another, if not….closer than that she’d routinely observed. And yet….she’d disregarded any preponderances as merely fanciful exaggeration on her own part. Could it….
A small sound shattered the whirlwind of thoughts flying around behind her chocolate pools, causing her to jump, startled. Quickly she turned, her bronzed flawless complexion just a bit lighter than normal.
Heron's shoes thudded against the stone as he approached Zach's rooms, his lover in step beside him. The hallway seemed deathly silent compared to their footsteps as they brushed shoulders, walking side by side. The distance between them was acceptable, however perhaps a little inappropriate for their stations. Heron was very aware of the eyes that may be lingering, however, he found himself walking ever so closer to Zacharias, a ghost of a smile stretched across his lips. There was a warm glow in his stomach, contentment settling in his bones.
He stepped ahead of Zach, Heron's dark eyes scanning the corridor before landing on the door to his rooms. He'd been to these rooms so many times in his life that he could ignore its ornate and intricate carvings in favour of noticing other things about it, such as the fact that it was wide open. His forehead creased as his eyebrows furrowed, his hand coming to rest on his sword. He gave a quick look at Zach. The two of them had mastered the art of conversing without words, it came with years of experience by each other's side. His lover hadn't mentioned visitors, nor did he seem any more knowledgeable of who may be in the rooms. A decided lack of guards would indicate that neither of Zach's parents were about, but he couldn't rule the royal family out completely. It was also possible that the servants had left it open but as Heron stepped through the doorway, he saw Princess Gianna turning away from Zach's desk, holding what looked to be a letter.
His shoulders relaxed and his expression flattened into something more neutral. He reminded himself that unexpected didn't mean unwanted, and he kept close to the wall as Zacharias entered the room. Although he tried to call it Zacharias' room in his own thoughts to prevent slip-ups, it was the room he spent most of his nights in while they were at the palace. It was perhaps a little stuffy he noticed, and glanced to the ground, noticing that the staff had definitely been in the chambers cleaning up. He was always very careful about making sure to be discrete, which meant that no clothes were left in Zach's rooms but he could never be too certain to not double-check that things were in place.
"Her royal highness Princess Gianna." He greeted her softly with a small bow, his voice carrying to the other side of the room where she stood. He was curious about the letter in her hand, assuming it to be something she wished to share with Zacharias. Something about her pale complexion and conspicuous expression warned him that it might not be that simple.
The desk behind her had been cleared to make space for the roses that lay there, and for a moment Heron's insides squeezed together. Was the letter and roses from an admirer from inside the castle? As soon as the thought had run through his head, he cast it aside. They were so fresh, and surely the youngest princess wouldn't look so culpable. She'd been delighted to announce to Zach that someone was after his hand in marriage. She wouldn't look as if they caught her in with her hand in the honeypot.
He tried not to let the suspicion leak into his face, but he couldn't help the concerned glance that he sent to his lover. It was not his place to speak, to ask, so he waited for Zach to do so for him. Surely, she'd found one of Zach's military correspondences while clearing the desk. Perhaps she'd found something in them she hadn't liked, a person she disagreed with or a choice that Zach had made. Heron knew their letters were locked away, there was nil a chance that was what was in her hand. Still, he felt his heart lurch, and a lump forming in his through at the mere chance...
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Heron's shoes thudded against the stone as he approached Zach's rooms, his lover in step beside him. The hallway seemed deathly silent compared to their footsteps as they brushed shoulders, walking side by side. The distance between them was acceptable, however perhaps a little inappropriate for their stations. Heron was very aware of the eyes that may be lingering, however, he found himself walking ever so closer to Zacharias, a ghost of a smile stretched across his lips. There was a warm glow in his stomach, contentment settling in his bones.
He stepped ahead of Zach, Heron's dark eyes scanning the corridor before landing on the door to his rooms. He'd been to these rooms so many times in his life that he could ignore its ornate and intricate carvings in favour of noticing other things about it, such as the fact that it was wide open. His forehead creased as his eyebrows furrowed, his hand coming to rest on his sword. He gave a quick look at Zach. The two of them had mastered the art of conversing without words, it came with years of experience by each other's side. His lover hadn't mentioned visitors, nor did he seem any more knowledgeable of who may be in the rooms. A decided lack of guards would indicate that neither of Zach's parents were about, but he couldn't rule the royal family out completely. It was also possible that the servants had left it open but as Heron stepped through the doorway, he saw Princess Gianna turning away from Zach's desk, holding what looked to be a letter.
His shoulders relaxed and his expression flattened into something more neutral. He reminded himself that unexpected didn't mean unwanted, and he kept close to the wall as Zacharias entered the room. Although he tried to call it Zacharias' room in his own thoughts to prevent slip-ups, it was the room he spent most of his nights in while they were at the palace. It was perhaps a little stuffy he noticed, and glanced to the ground, noticing that the staff had definitely been in the chambers cleaning up. He was always very careful about making sure to be discrete, which meant that no clothes were left in Zach's rooms but he could never be too certain to not double-check that things were in place.
"Her royal highness Princess Gianna." He greeted her softly with a small bow, his voice carrying to the other side of the room where she stood. He was curious about the letter in her hand, assuming it to be something she wished to share with Zacharias. Something about her pale complexion and conspicuous expression warned him that it might not be that simple.
The desk behind her had been cleared to make space for the roses that lay there, and for a moment Heron's insides squeezed together. Was the letter and roses from an admirer from inside the castle? As soon as the thought had run through his head, he cast it aside. They were so fresh, and surely the youngest princess wouldn't look so culpable. She'd been delighted to announce to Zach that someone was after his hand in marriage. She wouldn't look as if they caught her in with her hand in the honeypot.
He tried not to let the suspicion leak into his face, but he couldn't help the concerned glance that he sent to his lover. It was not his place to speak, to ask, so he waited for Zach to do so for him. Surely, she'd found one of Zach's military correspondences while clearing the desk. Perhaps she'd found something in them she hadn't liked, a person she disagreed with or a choice that Zach had made. Heron knew their letters were locked away, there was nil a chance that was what was in her hand. Still, he felt his heart lurch, and a lump forming in his through at the mere chance...
Heron's shoes thudded against the stone as he approached Zach's rooms, his lover in step beside him. The hallway seemed deathly silent compared to their footsteps as they brushed shoulders, walking side by side. The distance between them was acceptable, however perhaps a little inappropriate for their stations. Heron was very aware of the eyes that may be lingering, however, he found himself walking ever so closer to Zacharias, a ghost of a smile stretched across his lips. There was a warm glow in his stomach, contentment settling in his bones.
He stepped ahead of Zach, Heron's dark eyes scanning the corridor before landing on the door to his rooms. He'd been to these rooms so many times in his life that he could ignore its ornate and intricate carvings in favour of noticing other things about it, such as the fact that it was wide open. His forehead creased as his eyebrows furrowed, his hand coming to rest on his sword. He gave a quick look at Zach. The two of them had mastered the art of conversing without words, it came with years of experience by each other's side. His lover hadn't mentioned visitors, nor did he seem any more knowledgeable of who may be in the rooms. A decided lack of guards would indicate that neither of Zach's parents were about, but he couldn't rule the royal family out completely. It was also possible that the servants had left it open but as Heron stepped through the doorway, he saw Princess Gianna turning away from Zach's desk, holding what looked to be a letter.
His shoulders relaxed and his expression flattened into something more neutral. He reminded himself that unexpected didn't mean unwanted, and he kept close to the wall as Zacharias entered the room. Although he tried to call it Zacharias' room in his own thoughts to prevent slip-ups, it was the room he spent most of his nights in while they were at the palace. It was perhaps a little stuffy he noticed, and glanced to the ground, noticing that the staff had definitely been in the chambers cleaning up. He was always very careful about making sure to be discrete, which meant that no clothes were left in Zach's rooms but he could never be too certain to not double-check that things were in place.
"Her royal highness Princess Gianna." He greeted her softly with a small bow, his voice carrying to the other side of the room where she stood. He was curious about the letter in her hand, assuming it to be something she wished to share with Zacharias. Something about her pale complexion and conspicuous expression warned him that it might not be that simple.
The desk behind her had been cleared to make space for the roses that lay there, and for a moment Heron's insides squeezed together. Was the letter and roses from an admirer from inside the castle? As soon as the thought had run through his head, he cast it aside. They were so fresh, and surely the youngest princess wouldn't look so culpable. She'd been delighted to announce to Zach that someone was after his hand in marriage. She wouldn't look as if they caught her in with her hand in the honeypot.
He tried not to let the suspicion leak into his face, but he couldn't help the concerned glance that he sent to his lover. It was not his place to speak, to ask, so he waited for Zach to do so for him. Surely, she'd found one of Zach's military correspondences while clearing the desk. Perhaps she'd found something in them she hadn't liked, a person she disagreed with or a choice that Zach had made. Heron knew their letters were locked away, there was nil a chance that was what was in her hand. Still, he felt his heart lurch, and a lump forming in his through at the mere chance...
