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Achilleas could appreciate the food, he’d been a warrior too long to turn his nose up at things to eat, but the costumes worn by many of the servants and slaves weren’t exactly to his taste. But then, he thought with a distinct air of relief, I’m not the one who must wear…. That. He didn’t grimace at the slave as he moved past him, though it was a close thing. The music was wonderful, however, and the food smelled absolutely divine. He would eat later, hoping to get to share the meal with Theo. Achilleas’d had his share of meals eaten either alone, or in the company of fellow soldiers rather than with a beautiful woman.
Achilleas didn't really consider himself particularly witty or charming after all the time he’d spent fighting in wars to protect his homeland and its people, especially those he loved, but he knew that he was attractive, at least from the way the women he’d been within the past had behaved. He was far more serious and… Well, blunt was the only word that came to his mind, compared to his younger brother.
The faint flush that rose to her cheeks became her, though if Achilleas had had any notion as to the cause, he would likely have felt very differently about it. “Truthfully my lady, I would not have missed this for the world.” He knew of course of the negotiations between his parents and hers to have their families joined. A match between them, though he wasn’t to speak of it until the official announcement, secretly he was pleased beyond measure, at the prospect of taking her as his wife.
Like Theo, Achilleas hadn’t seen the way her mother had drawn them together before taking her leave, with the request that her daughter keep him company in her absence, coming before she was gone. He had to admire the skillful way she’d outwitted them both and a tiny part of him was glad that the enemy generals he’d faced had not been as cunning as his potential mother-in-law.
Achilleas released Theodora’s hand with a certain amount of reluctance that he was careful to conceal from everyone but himself. He may have been in love with her since they’d been children, but he didn't want to be too obvious about it. After all, until the announcement about their engagement became public knowledge, things would all too easily change. “Eighteen years has been for some.” He let out a quiet breath, thinking of the many men for whom it had been. He looked down at her, wondering how much of the truth about his journeys she really knew about. There were parts of war that he would not share with so gentle and breathtaking a woman. He was a firm believer in protecting the fairer sex, not necessarily from the truth, but certainly from the harsh realities of war.
“You can call me Achilleas.” He told her with a warm glint in his eyes, “After all, we were friends once. Or at least played together as children.” He was still holding out hope that they would be wed one day soon, so having her used to using his name rather than his rank would please him. Slave girls he'd bedded in the past had called him my lord, not something he expected from a lady of noble birth he wished to have as his wife.
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Achilleas could appreciate the food, he’d been a warrior too long to turn his nose up at things to eat, but the costumes worn by many of the servants and slaves weren’t exactly to his taste. But then, he thought with a distinct air of relief, I’m not the one who must wear…. That. He didn’t grimace at the slave as he moved past him, though it was a close thing. The music was wonderful, however, and the food smelled absolutely divine. He would eat later, hoping to get to share the meal with Theo. Achilleas’d had his share of meals eaten either alone, or in the company of fellow soldiers rather than with a beautiful woman.
Achilleas didn't really consider himself particularly witty or charming after all the time he’d spent fighting in wars to protect his homeland and its people, especially those he loved, but he knew that he was attractive, at least from the way the women he’d been within the past had behaved. He was far more serious and… Well, blunt was the only word that came to his mind, compared to his younger brother.
The faint flush that rose to her cheeks became her, though if Achilleas had had any notion as to the cause, he would likely have felt very differently about it. “Truthfully my lady, I would not have missed this for the world.” He knew of course of the negotiations between his parents and hers to have their families joined. A match between them, though he wasn’t to speak of it until the official announcement, secretly he was pleased beyond measure, at the prospect of taking her as his wife.
Like Theo, Achilleas hadn’t seen the way her mother had drawn them together before taking her leave, with the request that her daughter keep him company in her absence, coming before she was gone. He had to admire the skillful way she’d outwitted them both and a tiny part of him was glad that the enemy generals he’d faced had not been as cunning as his potential mother-in-law.
Achilleas released Theodora’s hand with a certain amount of reluctance that he was careful to conceal from everyone but himself. He may have been in love with her since they’d been children, but he didn't want to be too obvious about it. After all, until the announcement about their engagement became public knowledge, things would all too easily change. “Eighteen years has been for some.” He let out a quiet breath, thinking of the many men for whom it had been. He looked down at her, wondering how much of the truth about his journeys she really knew about. There were parts of war that he would not share with so gentle and breathtaking a woman. He was a firm believer in protecting the fairer sex, not necessarily from the truth, but certainly from the harsh realities of war.
“You can call me Achilleas.” He told her with a warm glint in his eyes, “After all, we were friends once. Or at least played together as children.” He was still holding out hope that they would be wed one day soon, so having her used to using his name rather than his rank would please him. Slave girls he'd bedded in the past had called him my lord, not something he expected from a lady of noble birth he wished to have as his wife.
Achilleas could appreciate the food, he’d been a warrior too long to turn his nose up at things to eat, but the costumes worn by many of the servants and slaves weren’t exactly to his taste. But then, he thought with a distinct air of relief, I’m not the one who must wear…. That. He didn’t grimace at the slave as he moved past him, though it was a close thing. The music was wonderful, however, and the food smelled absolutely divine. He would eat later, hoping to get to share the meal with Theo. Achilleas’d had his share of meals eaten either alone, or in the company of fellow soldiers rather than with a beautiful woman.
Achilleas didn't really consider himself particularly witty or charming after all the time he’d spent fighting in wars to protect his homeland and its people, especially those he loved, but he knew that he was attractive, at least from the way the women he’d been within the past had behaved. He was far more serious and… Well, blunt was the only word that came to his mind, compared to his younger brother.
The faint flush that rose to her cheeks became her, though if Achilleas had had any notion as to the cause, he would likely have felt very differently about it. “Truthfully my lady, I would not have missed this for the world.” He knew of course of the negotiations between his parents and hers to have their families joined. A match between them, though he wasn’t to speak of it until the official announcement, secretly he was pleased beyond measure, at the prospect of taking her as his wife.
Like Theo, Achilleas hadn’t seen the way her mother had drawn them together before taking her leave, with the request that her daughter keep him company in her absence, coming before she was gone. He had to admire the skillful way she’d outwitted them both and a tiny part of him was glad that the enemy generals he’d faced had not been as cunning as his potential mother-in-law.
Achilleas released Theodora’s hand with a certain amount of reluctance that he was careful to conceal from everyone but himself. He may have been in love with her since they’d been children, but he didn't want to be too obvious about it. After all, until the announcement about their engagement became public knowledge, things would all too easily change. “Eighteen years has been for some.” He let out a quiet breath, thinking of the many men for whom it had been. He looked down at her, wondering how much of the truth about his journeys she really knew about. There were parts of war that he would not share with so gentle and breathtaking a woman. He was a firm believer in protecting the fairer sex, not necessarily from the truth, but certainly from the harsh realities of war.
“You can call me Achilleas.” He told her with a warm glint in his eyes, “After all, we were friends once. Or at least played together as children.” He was still holding out hope that they would be wed one day soon, so having her used to using his name rather than his rank would please him. Slave girls he'd bedded in the past had called him my lord, not something he expected from a lady of noble birth he wished to have as his wife.
They'd had so many parties before, she couldn't understand why this would be the one he wouldn't miss. Then again, she hadn't been privy to the conversation he'd already had with her parents, and so all she could do was offer him a charming smile at the compliment that really meant very little to her. He seemed nervous, however... though, for some reason she seemed to have that effect on some gentlemen. While she was unfailingly lovely, she was also rather humble about it. She'd never used it before to attract gentlemen, and she did very little to call it out; it was a natural beauty that was born of contrast. Dark hair set against fair skin. The soft splay of freckles on the bridge of her nose that some would find distasteful only seemed to accentuate her high cheekbones. The way her thick dark lashes somehow made her eyes look brighter, and how her lips seemed fuller and pinker with her complexion. But she'd had Emilios. He was the only person she'd ever desired to see her beauty.
Achilleas's eyes were soft; as if staring at a memory, if that were possible and she thought him rather gentle for a soldier. Most she'd seen, including his brother, had been hardened by the war; their eyes darker and more intense. It worked on some, but not on others. Achilleas made her think that he still had hope, even after being on the front line.
When he mentioned the soldiers who would not return, however her smile faltered as it seemed rather sad to think of such a thing in their current setting. But they had fought nobly, she was sure, and were guaranteed a place in the Elysian fields. "Yes...of course...." A waiter took the perfect opportunity to offer them a glass of wine and she plucked one off the tray; wondering if she may need it. She took a sip as he asked her to call him by his given name and she gulped the wine down a bit too quickly, though gave little indication that it bothered her aside from pressing the back of her wrist against her mouth. Perhaps the slave girls had called him that, but so would society as a whole as it was his title. "Oh...I..." She gave a flustered chuckle and shook her head. She couldn't imagine being so forward with Emilios's brother... but she had no intention of correcting him.. she would never be so presumptuous. Instead, she simply changed the subject, as any good hostess would. "How long will you be staying on Serenn? Will you be returning to battle soon or to Taengea to find a wife?" At six years her senior, his parents must be pressuring him by now to start a family. And while she hadn't had to concern herself with such concerns most recently, she knew when the time came her parents would arrange something advantageous to the Leventi name and use her hand as a bargaining chip. She'd hoped it would be with Achilleas brother, and so she'd been gently steering them in the direction of the Mikaelidas's for some time as to marry into their line would be most advantageous for her as the second born.. especially to Emilios.
Perhaps that was why Achilleas was here... to serve as a mediator between the two sides. The idea gave her a bit of a thrill in her stomach. "Or is that why you've come... To discuss terms for a similar arrangement..?" Her dark eyes brightened hopefully and she leaned forward; eager for his words that they might say yes. But if that were so, then why had Emilios not come as well? Did Achilleas come to take stock of her character as his older brother? To ensure she was a worthy wife for his brother to take? She wasn't sure how amicable the two were, though Emilios never lead her to believe they were close friends. ...But if he were asking her to refer to him by his given name, then there must mean that he favored her. Suddenly the weight of everything she'd hoped for sat heavy in the air around them. She felt anxious for his reply.. for a confirmation that she could marry Emilios. Her heart hammered in her chest, though outwardly, she merely looked intensely curious; her features practiced even if it took the effort to keep her fingers from trembling. Were she to play her cards right, she could be engaged by the end of the night.
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They'd had so many parties before, she couldn't understand why this would be the one he wouldn't miss. Then again, she hadn't been privy to the conversation he'd already had with her parents, and so all she could do was offer him a charming smile at the compliment that really meant very little to her. He seemed nervous, however... though, for some reason she seemed to have that effect on some gentlemen. While she was unfailingly lovely, she was also rather humble about it. She'd never used it before to attract gentlemen, and she did very little to call it out; it was a natural beauty that was born of contrast. Dark hair set against fair skin. The soft splay of freckles on the bridge of her nose that some would find distasteful only seemed to accentuate her high cheekbones. The way her thick dark lashes somehow made her eyes look brighter, and how her lips seemed fuller and pinker with her complexion. But she'd had Emilios. He was the only person she'd ever desired to see her beauty.
Achilleas's eyes were soft; as if staring at a memory, if that were possible and she thought him rather gentle for a soldier. Most she'd seen, including his brother, had been hardened by the war; their eyes darker and more intense. It worked on some, but not on others. Achilleas made her think that he still had hope, even after being on the front line.
When he mentioned the soldiers who would not return, however her smile faltered as it seemed rather sad to think of such a thing in their current setting. But they had fought nobly, she was sure, and were guaranteed a place in the Elysian fields. "Yes...of course...." A waiter took the perfect opportunity to offer them a glass of wine and she plucked one off the tray; wondering if she may need it. She took a sip as he asked her to call him by his given name and she gulped the wine down a bit too quickly, though gave little indication that it bothered her aside from pressing the back of her wrist against her mouth. Perhaps the slave girls had called him that, but so would society as a whole as it was his title. "Oh...I..." She gave a flustered chuckle and shook her head. She couldn't imagine being so forward with Emilios's brother... but she had no intention of correcting him.. she would never be so presumptuous. Instead, she simply changed the subject, as any good hostess would. "How long will you be staying on Serenn? Will you be returning to battle soon or to Taengea to find a wife?" At six years her senior, his parents must be pressuring him by now to start a family. And while she hadn't had to concern herself with such concerns most recently, she knew when the time came her parents would arrange something advantageous to the Leventi name and use her hand as a bargaining chip. She'd hoped it would be with Achilleas brother, and so she'd been gently steering them in the direction of the Mikaelidas's for some time as to marry into their line would be most advantageous for her as the second born.. especially to Emilios.
Perhaps that was why Achilleas was here... to serve as a mediator between the two sides. The idea gave her a bit of a thrill in her stomach. "Or is that why you've come... To discuss terms for a similar arrangement..?" Her dark eyes brightened hopefully and she leaned forward; eager for his words that they might say yes. But if that were so, then why had Emilios not come as well? Did Achilleas come to take stock of her character as his older brother? To ensure she was a worthy wife for his brother to take? She wasn't sure how amicable the two were, though Emilios never lead her to believe they were close friends. ...But if he were asking her to refer to him by his given name, then there must mean that he favored her. Suddenly the weight of everything she'd hoped for sat heavy in the air around them. She felt anxious for his reply.. for a confirmation that she could marry Emilios. Her heart hammered in her chest, though outwardly, she merely looked intensely curious; her features practiced even if it took the effort to keep her fingers from trembling. Were she to play her cards right, she could be engaged by the end of the night.
They'd had so many parties before, she couldn't understand why this would be the one he wouldn't miss. Then again, she hadn't been privy to the conversation he'd already had with her parents, and so all she could do was offer him a charming smile at the compliment that really meant very little to her. He seemed nervous, however... though, for some reason she seemed to have that effect on some gentlemen. While she was unfailingly lovely, she was also rather humble about it. She'd never used it before to attract gentlemen, and she did very little to call it out; it was a natural beauty that was born of contrast. Dark hair set against fair skin. The soft splay of freckles on the bridge of her nose that some would find distasteful only seemed to accentuate her high cheekbones. The way her thick dark lashes somehow made her eyes look brighter, and how her lips seemed fuller and pinker with her complexion. But she'd had Emilios. He was the only person she'd ever desired to see her beauty.
Achilleas's eyes were soft; as if staring at a memory, if that were possible and she thought him rather gentle for a soldier. Most she'd seen, including his brother, had been hardened by the war; their eyes darker and more intense. It worked on some, but not on others. Achilleas made her think that he still had hope, even after being on the front line.
When he mentioned the soldiers who would not return, however her smile faltered as it seemed rather sad to think of such a thing in their current setting. But they had fought nobly, she was sure, and were guaranteed a place in the Elysian fields. "Yes...of course...." A waiter took the perfect opportunity to offer them a glass of wine and she plucked one off the tray; wondering if she may need it. She took a sip as he asked her to call him by his given name and she gulped the wine down a bit too quickly, though gave little indication that it bothered her aside from pressing the back of her wrist against her mouth. Perhaps the slave girls had called him that, but so would society as a whole as it was his title. "Oh...I..." She gave a flustered chuckle and shook her head. She couldn't imagine being so forward with Emilios's brother... but she had no intention of correcting him.. she would never be so presumptuous. Instead, she simply changed the subject, as any good hostess would. "How long will you be staying on Serenn? Will you be returning to battle soon or to Taengea to find a wife?" At six years her senior, his parents must be pressuring him by now to start a family. And while she hadn't had to concern herself with such concerns most recently, she knew when the time came her parents would arrange something advantageous to the Leventi name and use her hand as a bargaining chip. She'd hoped it would be with Achilleas brother, and so she'd been gently steering them in the direction of the Mikaelidas's for some time as to marry into their line would be most advantageous for her as the second born.. especially to Emilios.
Perhaps that was why Achilleas was here... to serve as a mediator between the two sides. The idea gave her a bit of a thrill in her stomach. "Or is that why you've come... To discuss terms for a similar arrangement..?" Her dark eyes brightened hopefully and she leaned forward; eager for his words that they might say yes. But if that were so, then why had Emilios not come as well? Did Achilleas come to take stock of her character as his older brother? To ensure she was a worthy wife for his brother to take? She wasn't sure how amicable the two were, though Emilios never lead her to believe they were close friends. ...But if he were asking her to refer to him by his given name, then there must mean that he favored her. Suddenly the weight of everything she'd hoped for sat heavy in the air around them. She felt anxious for his reply.. for a confirmation that she could marry Emilios. Her heart hammered in her chest, though outwardly, she merely looked intensely curious; her features practiced even if it took the effort to keep her fingers from trembling. Were she to play her cards right, she could be engaged by the end of the night.
Wine glass refilled, Stephanos had already set about making plans later in the evening with the girl carrying the wine. His whole attention was caught by her and he did not see the incoming disaster about to befall him. He had opened his mouth to say something but a clang distracted him and suddenly he was wet.
Jumping back, he looked down himself, having dropped his own wine in surprise. Two goblets rolled on the floor, meeting briefly with a soft clink before angling away from each other. From his waist down was drenched in red. He laughed but it was humorless and ended with no smile left on his mouth. Glancing up, his eyes locked on a pretty face whose expression he had seen before and the flattery of it did not touch him now the way it might have if their mutual misfortune had not occured.
She stammered out an apology but Stephanos had ceased to listen. His attention was drawn again by the wine dripping from the hem of his chiton onto his legs and feet and the floor. The pool of wine was spreading around them and suddenly servants descended all around him, wiping at his feet and legs, and cleaning the floor. Before he could actually say anything to the girl, he found himself ushered away by a servant promising to see him back to the palace.
It was easier to allow them to clean up the mess, though he did glance back over his shoulder at her. She’d looked mortified. “Who was that?” he asked the man who was quickly and expertly directing him out of the party; away from embarrassment and away from the girl.
“Princess Emilia of Athenia,” came the bland reply.
“Ah,” Stephanos turned back around, determining that he would seek her out tomorrow if she was still around.
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Wine glass refilled, Stephanos had already set about making plans later in the evening with the girl carrying the wine. His whole attention was caught by her and he did not see the incoming disaster about to befall him. He had opened his mouth to say something but a clang distracted him and suddenly he was wet.
Jumping back, he looked down himself, having dropped his own wine in surprise. Two goblets rolled on the floor, meeting briefly with a soft clink before angling away from each other. From his waist down was drenched in red. He laughed but it was humorless and ended with no smile left on his mouth. Glancing up, his eyes locked on a pretty face whose expression he had seen before and the flattery of it did not touch him now the way it might have if their mutual misfortune had not occured.
She stammered out an apology but Stephanos had ceased to listen. His attention was drawn again by the wine dripping from the hem of his chiton onto his legs and feet and the floor. The pool of wine was spreading around them and suddenly servants descended all around him, wiping at his feet and legs, and cleaning the floor. Before he could actually say anything to the girl, he found himself ushered away by a servant promising to see him back to the palace.
It was easier to allow them to clean up the mess, though he did glance back over his shoulder at her. She’d looked mortified. “Who was that?” he asked the man who was quickly and expertly directing him out of the party; away from embarrassment and away from the girl.
“Princess Emilia of Athenia,” came the bland reply.
“Ah,” Stephanos turned back around, determining that he would seek her out tomorrow if she was still around.
Wine glass refilled, Stephanos had already set about making plans later in the evening with the girl carrying the wine. His whole attention was caught by her and he did not see the incoming disaster about to befall him. He had opened his mouth to say something but a clang distracted him and suddenly he was wet.
Jumping back, he looked down himself, having dropped his own wine in surprise. Two goblets rolled on the floor, meeting briefly with a soft clink before angling away from each other. From his waist down was drenched in red. He laughed but it was humorless and ended with no smile left on his mouth. Glancing up, his eyes locked on a pretty face whose expression he had seen before and the flattery of it did not touch him now the way it might have if their mutual misfortune had not occured.
She stammered out an apology but Stephanos had ceased to listen. His attention was drawn again by the wine dripping from the hem of his chiton onto his legs and feet and the floor. The pool of wine was spreading around them and suddenly servants descended all around him, wiping at his feet and legs, and cleaning the floor. Before he could actually say anything to the girl, he found himself ushered away by a servant promising to see him back to the palace.
It was easier to allow them to clean up the mess, though he did glance back over his shoulder at her. She’d looked mortified. “Who was that?” he asked the man who was quickly and expertly directing him out of the party; away from embarrassment and away from the girl.
“Princess Emilia of Athenia,” came the bland reply.
“Ah,” Stephanos turned back around, determining that he would seek her out tomorrow if she was still around.
A man of noble birth, Achilleas had been attending banquets and parties just like this one, most of his life and, quite frankly was a little jaded by it all. Making small talk with people, many of whom he’d far rather hit with a shovel, was definitely not his favored past time. This party was different of course, since he was here to conclude the negotiations to join his family with Theo’s by taking her to wife.
Theo was right in the fact that Achilleas still had hope, for he hoped that the negotiations would come through and she would be his wife. With her, he was gentle, not waiting to frighten her, but he had sides to him that she had not seen, and hopefully would never see. Maybe he’d be like the other warriors she’d known but for the love he’d carried in his heart when he’d went to war. Achilleas hadn’t meant to upset her with his remark about the men, young boys really that he’d seen fall in battle. The dimming of her smile was like the cloud passing before the sun. Anxious to see it return, he said nothing more of death, taking a glass of wine from the servant’s tray for himself as well.
When she laughed nervously, avoiding the issue of his name, Achilleas let out a breath, but as a gentleman did not press her on the matter since it seemed to make her uncomfortable. Many people did indeed call him my lord as it was his title, but as he hoped to marry the woman he loved, and who he hoped would love him in return, or at least come to love him, Achilleas didn't expect her to call him by his rank, but by his name.
“I’ve only just arrived, are you so eager to be rid of me?” He asked teasing her rather awkwardly, but not in an unkind or cruel way. He just wasn’t used to dealing with women of noble birth, especially not when the woman in question was the one that he hoped to marry. But since he was supposed to keep that little fact under wraps for a few more days he used humor as his shield. His mother did expect him to marry and produce grand-babies for her to spoil, but he had loved Theodora for the last fifteen years and she was the only one that he could picture in the role of his wife. None of the women who'd been suggested had been acceptable to him.
Achilleas blinked when she leaned closer toward him, her dark eyes brightening, as he’d been sure that she wasn’t supposed to know of the arrangement in the works. “I have come actually to discuss the possibility of a union between your house and my own.” He took a sip of his wine, eyeing her over the rim, “Would that please you?” He did favor her, very much so, but not for his brother’s sake but for his own since he sought her hand for himself. He’d come to get acquainted with the woman that the girl he’d loved for years had become. His lip curved in another of his rare smiles, “Who ever wins your hand will be a very lucky man.” He murmured just loud enough for her to hear.
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A man of noble birth, Achilleas had been attending banquets and parties just like this one, most of his life and, quite frankly was a little jaded by it all. Making small talk with people, many of whom he’d far rather hit with a shovel, was definitely not his favored past time. This party was different of course, since he was here to conclude the negotiations to join his family with Theo’s by taking her to wife.
Theo was right in the fact that Achilleas still had hope, for he hoped that the negotiations would come through and she would be his wife. With her, he was gentle, not waiting to frighten her, but he had sides to him that she had not seen, and hopefully would never see. Maybe he’d be like the other warriors she’d known but for the love he’d carried in his heart when he’d went to war. Achilleas hadn’t meant to upset her with his remark about the men, young boys really that he’d seen fall in battle. The dimming of her smile was like the cloud passing before the sun. Anxious to see it return, he said nothing more of death, taking a glass of wine from the servant’s tray for himself as well.
When she laughed nervously, avoiding the issue of his name, Achilleas let out a breath, but as a gentleman did not press her on the matter since it seemed to make her uncomfortable. Many people did indeed call him my lord as it was his title, but as he hoped to marry the woman he loved, and who he hoped would love him in return, or at least come to love him, Achilleas didn't expect her to call him by his rank, but by his name.
“I’ve only just arrived, are you so eager to be rid of me?” He asked teasing her rather awkwardly, but not in an unkind or cruel way. He just wasn’t used to dealing with women of noble birth, especially not when the woman in question was the one that he hoped to marry. But since he was supposed to keep that little fact under wraps for a few more days he used humor as his shield. His mother did expect him to marry and produce grand-babies for her to spoil, but he had loved Theodora for the last fifteen years and she was the only one that he could picture in the role of his wife. None of the women who'd been suggested had been acceptable to him.
Achilleas blinked when she leaned closer toward him, her dark eyes brightening, as he’d been sure that she wasn’t supposed to know of the arrangement in the works. “I have come actually to discuss the possibility of a union between your house and my own.” He took a sip of his wine, eyeing her over the rim, “Would that please you?” He did favor her, very much so, but not for his brother’s sake but for his own since he sought her hand for himself. He’d come to get acquainted with the woman that the girl he’d loved for years had become. His lip curved in another of his rare smiles, “Who ever wins your hand will be a very lucky man.” He murmured just loud enough for her to hear.
A man of noble birth, Achilleas had been attending banquets and parties just like this one, most of his life and, quite frankly was a little jaded by it all. Making small talk with people, many of whom he’d far rather hit with a shovel, was definitely not his favored past time. This party was different of course, since he was here to conclude the negotiations to join his family with Theo’s by taking her to wife.
Theo was right in the fact that Achilleas still had hope, for he hoped that the negotiations would come through and she would be his wife. With her, he was gentle, not waiting to frighten her, but he had sides to him that she had not seen, and hopefully would never see. Maybe he’d be like the other warriors she’d known but for the love he’d carried in his heart when he’d went to war. Achilleas hadn’t meant to upset her with his remark about the men, young boys really that he’d seen fall in battle. The dimming of her smile was like the cloud passing before the sun. Anxious to see it return, he said nothing more of death, taking a glass of wine from the servant’s tray for himself as well.
When she laughed nervously, avoiding the issue of his name, Achilleas let out a breath, but as a gentleman did not press her on the matter since it seemed to make her uncomfortable. Many people did indeed call him my lord as it was his title, but as he hoped to marry the woman he loved, and who he hoped would love him in return, or at least come to love him, Achilleas didn't expect her to call him by his rank, but by his name.
“I’ve only just arrived, are you so eager to be rid of me?” He asked teasing her rather awkwardly, but not in an unkind or cruel way. He just wasn’t used to dealing with women of noble birth, especially not when the woman in question was the one that he hoped to marry. But since he was supposed to keep that little fact under wraps for a few more days he used humor as his shield. His mother did expect him to marry and produce grand-babies for her to spoil, but he had loved Theodora for the last fifteen years and she was the only one that he could picture in the role of his wife. None of the women who'd been suggested had been acceptable to him.
Achilleas blinked when she leaned closer toward him, her dark eyes brightening, as he’d been sure that she wasn’t supposed to know of the arrangement in the works. “I have come actually to discuss the possibility of a union between your house and my own.” He took a sip of his wine, eyeing her over the rim, “Would that please you?” He did favor her, very much so, but not for his brother’s sake but for his own since he sought her hand for himself. He’d come to get acquainted with the woman that the girl he’d loved for years had become. His lip curved in another of his rare smiles, “Who ever wins your hand will be a very lucky man.” He murmured just loud enough for her to hear.
When Theodora started to stammer out an apology, Achilleas felt a bit guilty, shifting to lay his larger calloused hand atop her slim soft one, lips beginning to part to offer an apology for his attempt at humor. Before he could, however, she started to laugh delightedly. He smiled again, squeezed her fingers gently before taking his hand away, not wishing to seem too forward since their betrothal was not yet formalized or announced. “Far too long.” He said with a grin that made him look far younger than his years, “I like your laugh.” He told her, having missed it over the years since they’d last been together. She had grown up very well indeed, a fact that Achilleas was trying his hardest not to dwell on too much. He was a man after all, and she an incredibly beautiful woman. One that he hoped very much to be married too soon. His gaze drifted over her delicate features, skimmed lower over what curves of her body he could see but only the briefest of glances before he took a quick sip from his glass of wine. She’d have had to been looking at him with her full attention to having caught the wayward glance, but it seemed that she’d been lost in some thought of her own, luckily enough for him.
When she brushed that wayward curl back from her temple, before tucking it into her elaborately braided hairdo, his own fingers itched to bury themselves in her hair for the pleasure of seeing those long silky locks tumbling freely around her slim shoulders. An image rose in his mind of doing just that, then cupping her face in his hands, leaning down to taste her lips for the first time. And then…. He was jerked back from his flight of fancy when she started to speak again about how advantageous their marriage could be to their families. He cleared his throat quietly, shifting slightly on the couch they shared, praying she wouldn’t notice the effect his little fantasy had had on him. “Yes I have actually. I think that he was pleased with the proposal that my father suggested. It should be more than beneficial to your family as well as mine.” He was delighted because he’d been concerned that she might not wish to be wed to him, but her admission that she’d spoke with her father prior to his arrival about the possibility of being married to him was extremely heartening.
When she leaned closer, he did also, mimicking her apparent desire to be closer to him A feeling he certainly reciprocated. He inhaled the scent of her, perfumed soaps and oils she used on her skin and hair. To him, it was forever linked with his memories of her now. He nodded, “Very much so. Father has wished to join our families for several years now, truthfully." When she asked when he planned to make the announcement, he chuckled. “I will not be.” He said, “Your father has requested that honor for himself.” He didn’t much care who made the announcement, just that it would be made, joining him with this radiant creature beside him.
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When Theodora started to stammer out an apology, Achilleas felt a bit guilty, shifting to lay his larger calloused hand atop her slim soft one, lips beginning to part to offer an apology for his attempt at humor. Before he could, however, she started to laugh delightedly. He smiled again, squeezed her fingers gently before taking his hand away, not wishing to seem too forward since their betrothal was not yet formalized or announced. “Far too long.” He said with a grin that made him look far younger than his years, “I like your laugh.” He told her, having missed it over the years since they’d last been together. She had grown up very well indeed, a fact that Achilleas was trying his hardest not to dwell on too much. He was a man after all, and she an incredibly beautiful woman. One that he hoped very much to be married too soon. His gaze drifted over her delicate features, skimmed lower over what curves of her body he could see but only the briefest of glances before he took a quick sip from his glass of wine. She’d have had to been looking at him with her full attention to having caught the wayward glance, but it seemed that she’d been lost in some thought of her own, luckily enough for him.
When she brushed that wayward curl back from her temple, before tucking it into her elaborately braided hairdo, his own fingers itched to bury themselves in her hair for the pleasure of seeing those long silky locks tumbling freely around her slim shoulders. An image rose in his mind of doing just that, then cupping her face in his hands, leaning down to taste her lips for the first time. And then…. He was jerked back from his flight of fancy when she started to speak again about how advantageous their marriage could be to their families. He cleared his throat quietly, shifting slightly on the couch they shared, praying she wouldn’t notice the effect his little fantasy had had on him. “Yes I have actually. I think that he was pleased with the proposal that my father suggested. It should be more than beneficial to your family as well as mine.” He was delighted because he’d been concerned that she might not wish to be wed to him, but her admission that she’d spoke with her father prior to his arrival about the possibility of being married to him was extremely heartening.
When she leaned closer, he did also, mimicking her apparent desire to be closer to him A feeling he certainly reciprocated. He inhaled the scent of her, perfumed soaps and oils she used on her skin and hair. To him, it was forever linked with his memories of her now. He nodded, “Very much so. Father has wished to join our families for several years now, truthfully." When she asked when he planned to make the announcement, he chuckled. “I will not be.” He said, “Your father has requested that honor for himself.” He didn’t much care who made the announcement, just that it would be made, joining him with this radiant creature beside him.
When Theodora started to stammer out an apology, Achilleas felt a bit guilty, shifting to lay his larger calloused hand atop her slim soft one, lips beginning to part to offer an apology for his attempt at humor. Before he could, however, she started to laugh delightedly. He smiled again, squeezed her fingers gently before taking his hand away, not wishing to seem too forward since their betrothal was not yet formalized or announced. “Far too long.” He said with a grin that made him look far younger than his years, “I like your laugh.” He told her, having missed it over the years since they’d last been together. She had grown up very well indeed, a fact that Achilleas was trying his hardest not to dwell on too much. He was a man after all, and she an incredibly beautiful woman. One that he hoped very much to be married too soon. His gaze drifted over her delicate features, skimmed lower over what curves of her body he could see but only the briefest of glances before he took a quick sip from his glass of wine. She’d have had to been looking at him with her full attention to having caught the wayward glance, but it seemed that she’d been lost in some thought of her own, luckily enough for him.
When she brushed that wayward curl back from her temple, before tucking it into her elaborately braided hairdo, his own fingers itched to bury themselves in her hair for the pleasure of seeing those long silky locks tumbling freely around her slim shoulders. An image rose in his mind of doing just that, then cupping her face in his hands, leaning down to taste her lips for the first time. And then…. He was jerked back from his flight of fancy when she started to speak again about how advantageous their marriage could be to their families. He cleared his throat quietly, shifting slightly on the couch they shared, praying she wouldn’t notice the effect his little fantasy had had on him. “Yes I have actually. I think that he was pleased with the proposal that my father suggested. It should be more than beneficial to your family as well as mine.” He was delighted because he’d been concerned that she might not wish to be wed to him, but her admission that she’d spoke with her father prior to his arrival about the possibility of being married to him was extremely heartening.
When she leaned closer, he did also, mimicking her apparent desire to be closer to him A feeling he certainly reciprocated. He inhaled the scent of her, perfumed soaps and oils she used on her skin and hair. To him, it was forever linked with his memories of her now. He nodded, “Very much so. Father has wished to join our families for several years now, truthfully." When she asked when he planned to make the announcement, he chuckled. “I will not be.” He said, “Your father has requested that honor for himself.” He didn’t much care who made the announcement, just that it would be made, joining him with this radiant creature beside him.
He was good-natured and charming and had she not already been head over heels in love with Emilios, she would have found him an intriguing prospect herself. His easy wit and how he began to relax around her; falling back into old habits after so very long made it easy to laugh with him.. to meet his gaze conspiratorially as they plotted her future in his family. His touch of her hand was a polite gesture.. that was all, wasn't it? Meant to soothe her anxiety as he showed her he meant no ill will. And she was glad for it. The last thing she wanted to do was to offend Emilios's older brother. Especially when he was here to negotiate between their families.
She smiled brightly as he mentioned that he liked her laugh. "Thank you... that's very kind.." She accepted the compliment easily. She didn't self-deprecate or try to make excuses for it as some women would in a ploy for more compliments. Part of that could have been that she wasn't flirting with Achilleas and didn't need him to validate her. Or it could have been that she didn't need someone to fawn over her and provide her with that feedback. Theo was humble in her beauty in that she didn't overly dwell on it. It was just a part of who she was.
She was glad to hear that her father was pleased. If such were the case, then the engagement would be imminent as favorable terms were met swiftly. Theo never liked the idea of being married off to the highest bidder and from the best family. It didn't sit well with her. But when she'd met Emilios...when she fell for him she'd pay any price of her own dowery for her father to choose him. And she knew he felt the same. The agreements between their families and the terms that would need to be laid out were all secondary in comparison to spending the rest of her life with him. And the sooner it came to that the better. He acknowledged that his own father was pleased and anticipated a union between the families for several years; a fact she found rather surprising. Selene was quite available and Achilleas would have made a more than suitable match for her. Perhaps with his time away in battle, it was an inopportune moment. But if Emilios had told him of his feelings for her it would make an arrangement easier. All of this was just...time consuming formalities.
The way they were leaned together was charming, in its own way. She felt as if he was giving her some small insight into the negotiations. An insight that she may not have access to if he wasn't here. Their parents could have done everything in secret without informing her of anything. At least this way she had something to look forward to. She'd not looked forward to this party earlier today, but now she couldn't imagine not being here. Of not talking to Achilleas. Emilios must be here. Possibly making final preparations with their fathers before the announcement and she wondered if this would be the night of the announcement.
She had to find out. She had to see him.
Setting the chalice down on a small table to the side, she stood. "Will you excuse me, My Lord.. I would very much like to speak to my father... " She paused, feeling rather rude for stepping away from him. She paused and took a hesitant step back to him. "It was.....lovely to see you again, Achilleas.. though I dare say we'll be seeing far more of each other now.." The corner of her lips quirked up in a smile before she hurried away from him; intent on finding her father.
Ten minutes later she was pacing outside of her fathers private quarters awaiting his approval for her entry. When the door opened, she moved to barge in but stopped short as Irakles of Mikaelidas exited. Surprised, she stepped back and bowed her head; averting her eyes from the man until he passed. She watched his back as he retreated down the hall and back to the party before she ducked into her fathers quarters and closed the door behind her; leaning back against it. "I just spoke to Achilleas of Mikaelidas.." Georgios looked up from his stacks of parchment wearily at his second born daughter and offered her a melancholy smile. "Am I to assume by the lightness of your step and the smile on your face that you approve of this?" Theo stared at him and gave an exasperated sigh. "Father... There is nothing in the world I could desire more." Georgios leaned back in his chair. "I must confess. I always thought you might end up with Achilleas. Even as a child. If this is your heart's desire, I will not stop it."
Theo tilted her head and gave him a sympathetic look. "I grew up, father.. that was a long time ago..." Georgios looked at her and nodded. "Irakles was quite generous in his negotiations...enough so that even your mother was set off guard by his generosity. As both sides are in approval, I can see no reason why we cannot announce immediately so that you may be married by the Gamelion." Theo's heart jumped into her throat and she stepped quickly around the table; throwing her arms around her father. "Thank you.. you cannot understand how much this means to me, father.."
Georgios grunted but patted her forearm affectionately. "I cannot stand to see you girls leaving the nest. But it does my heart proud to know that you will be happy when you go..."
An hour later, her father led her into the main courtyard where their guests mingled where her mother, sisters, Myrto and Irakles joined them; Achilleas close by. Emilios must be near.. if the rest of them were. She glanced around for him; desperate to see him.. to express her excitement but she couldn't find him. Georgio's cleared his throat so that the guests in attendance quieted. "I'd like to thank you for attending tonight. As is her way, Lady Evelli has outdone herself in arranging this event." The room applauded politely and Evelli bowed her head and offered pressed her hand against her chest. "...But a night like this wouldn't be complete without the most auspicious announcement of the marriage between our daughter, Lady Theodora, and Lord Achilleas of Mikaelidas."
Theo was sure she hadn't heard correctly. Surely this was a joke. She laughed gently as the room applauded again; joined by their family. Their parents smiled and accepted congratulations and She looked at Achilleas who didn't seem at all surprised. Her smile faltered and her sisters leaned in to offer congratulations. She was lost in the cacophony of it all while her head spun; trying to make sense of was happening. Over the conversations she'd had with her father and Achilleas. They'd all been speaking of Emilios.. she knew they had. ...But if that were true, where was Emilios?? She looked about for him; desperate to see his face...but he was nowhere to be found.
She could feel a swell of panic rising in her chest. What had she done?? What had she agreed to?? The excitement she felt only moments ago devolved into horror as she realized.... She was now engaged to Achilleas.
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He was good-natured and charming and had she not already been head over heels in love with Emilios, she would have found him an intriguing prospect herself. His easy wit and how he began to relax around her; falling back into old habits after so very long made it easy to laugh with him.. to meet his gaze conspiratorially as they plotted her future in his family. His touch of her hand was a polite gesture.. that was all, wasn't it? Meant to soothe her anxiety as he showed her he meant no ill will. And she was glad for it. The last thing she wanted to do was to offend Emilios's older brother. Especially when he was here to negotiate between their families.
She smiled brightly as he mentioned that he liked her laugh. "Thank you... that's very kind.." She accepted the compliment easily. She didn't self-deprecate or try to make excuses for it as some women would in a ploy for more compliments. Part of that could have been that she wasn't flirting with Achilleas and didn't need him to validate her. Or it could have been that she didn't need someone to fawn over her and provide her with that feedback. Theo was humble in her beauty in that she didn't overly dwell on it. It was just a part of who she was.
She was glad to hear that her father was pleased. If such were the case, then the engagement would be imminent as favorable terms were met swiftly. Theo never liked the idea of being married off to the highest bidder and from the best family. It didn't sit well with her. But when she'd met Emilios...when she fell for him she'd pay any price of her own dowery for her father to choose him. And she knew he felt the same. The agreements between their families and the terms that would need to be laid out were all secondary in comparison to spending the rest of her life with him. And the sooner it came to that the better. He acknowledged that his own father was pleased and anticipated a union between the families for several years; a fact she found rather surprising. Selene was quite available and Achilleas would have made a more than suitable match for her. Perhaps with his time away in battle, it was an inopportune moment. But if Emilios had told him of his feelings for her it would make an arrangement easier. All of this was just...time consuming formalities.
The way they were leaned together was charming, in its own way. She felt as if he was giving her some small insight into the negotiations. An insight that she may not have access to if he wasn't here. Their parents could have done everything in secret without informing her of anything. At least this way she had something to look forward to. She'd not looked forward to this party earlier today, but now she couldn't imagine not being here. Of not talking to Achilleas. Emilios must be here. Possibly making final preparations with their fathers before the announcement and she wondered if this would be the night of the announcement.
She had to find out. She had to see him.
Setting the chalice down on a small table to the side, she stood. "Will you excuse me, My Lord.. I would very much like to speak to my father... " She paused, feeling rather rude for stepping away from him. She paused and took a hesitant step back to him. "It was.....lovely to see you again, Achilleas.. though I dare say we'll be seeing far more of each other now.." The corner of her lips quirked up in a smile before she hurried away from him; intent on finding her father.
Ten minutes later she was pacing outside of her fathers private quarters awaiting his approval for her entry. When the door opened, she moved to barge in but stopped short as Irakles of Mikaelidas exited. Surprised, she stepped back and bowed her head; averting her eyes from the man until he passed. She watched his back as he retreated down the hall and back to the party before she ducked into her fathers quarters and closed the door behind her; leaning back against it. "I just spoke to Achilleas of Mikaelidas.." Georgios looked up from his stacks of parchment wearily at his second born daughter and offered her a melancholy smile. "Am I to assume by the lightness of your step and the smile on your face that you approve of this?" Theo stared at him and gave an exasperated sigh. "Father... There is nothing in the world I could desire more." Georgios leaned back in his chair. "I must confess. I always thought you might end up with Achilleas. Even as a child. If this is your heart's desire, I will not stop it."
Theo tilted her head and gave him a sympathetic look. "I grew up, father.. that was a long time ago..." Georgios looked at her and nodded. "Irakles was quite generous in his negotiations...enough so that even your mother was set off guard by his generosity. As both sides are in approval, I can see no reason why we cannot announce immediately so that you may be married by the Gamelion." Theo's heart jumped into her throat and she stepped quickly around the table; throwing her arms around her father. "Thank you.. you cannot understand how much this means to me, father.."
Georgios grunted but patted her forearm affectionately. "I cannot stand to see you girls leaving the nest. But it does my heart proud to know that you will be happy when you go..."
An hour later, her father led her into the main courtyard where their guests mingled where her mother, sisters, Myrto and Irakles joined them; Achilleas close by. Emilios must be near.. if the rest of them were. She glanced around for him; desperate to see him.. to express her excitement but she couldn't find him. Georgio's cleared his throat so that the guests in attendance quieted. "I'd like to thank you for attending tonight. As is her way, Lady Evelli has outdone herself in arranging this event." The room applauded politely and Evelli bowed her head and offered pressed her hand against her chest. "...But a night like this wouldn't be complete without the most auspicious announcement of the marriage between our daughter, Lady Theodora, and Lord Achilleas of Mikaelidas."
Theo was sure she hadn't heard correctly. Surely this was a joke. She laughed gently as the room applauded again; joined by their family. Their parents smiled and accepted congratulations and She looked at Achilleas who didn't seem at all surprised. Her smile faltered and her sisters leaned in to offer congratulations. She was lost in the cacophony of it all while her head spun; trying to make sense of was happening. Over the conversations she'd had with her father and Achilleas. They'd all been speaking of Emilios.. she knew they had. ...But if that were true, where was Emilios?? She looked about for him; desperate to see his face...but he was nowhere to be found.
She could feel a swell of panic rising in her chest. What had she done?? What had she agreed to?? The excitement she felt only moments ago devolved into horror as she realized.... She was now engaged to Achilleas.
He was good-natured and charming and had she not already been head over heels in love with Emilios, she would have found him an intriguing prospect herself. His easy wit and how he began to relax around her; falling back into old habits after so very long made it easy to laugh with him.. to meet his gaze conspiratorially as they plotted her future in his family. His touch of her hand was a polite gesture.. that was all, wasn't it? Meant to soothe her anxiety as he showed her he meant no ill will. And she was glad for it. The last thing she wanted to do was to offend Emilios's older brother. Especially when he was here to negotiate between their families.
She smiled brightly as he mentioned that he liked her laugh. "Thank you... that's very kind.." She accepted the compliment easily. She didn't self-deprecate or try to make excuses for it as some women would in a ploy for more compliments. Part of that could have been that she wasn't flirting with Achilleas and didn't need him to validate her. Or it could have been that she didn't need someone to fawn over her and provide her with that feedback. Theo was humble in her beauty in that she didn't overly dwell on it. It was just a part of who she was.
She was glad to hear that her father was pleased. If such were the case, then the engagement would be imminent as favorable terms were met swiftly. Theo never liked the idea of being married off to the highest bidder and from the best family. It didn't sit well with her. But when she'd met Emilios...when she fell for him she'd pay any price of her own dowery for her father to choose him. And she knew he felt the same. The agreements between their families and the terms that would need to be laid out were all secondary in comparison to spending the rest of her life with him. And the sooner it came to that the better. He acknowledged that his own father was pleased and anticipated a union between the families for several years; a fact she found rather surprising. Selene was quite available and Achilleas would have made a more than suitable match for her. Perhaps with his time away in battle, it was an inopportune moment. But if Emilios had told him of his feelings for her it would make an arrangement easier. All of this was just...time consuming formalities.
The way they were leaned together was charming, in its own way. She felt as if he was giving her some small insight into the negotiations. An insight that she may not have access to if he wasn't here. Their parents could have done everything in secret without informing her of anything. At least this way she had something to look forward to. She'd not looked forward to this party earlier today, but now she couldn't imagine not being here. Of not talking to Achilleas. Emilios must be here. Possibly making final preparations with their fathers before the announcement and she wondered if this would be the night of the announcement.
She had to find out. She had to see him.
Setting the chalice down on a small table to the side, she stood. "Will you excuse me, My Lord.. I would very much like to speak to my father... " She paused, feeling rather rude for stepping away from him. She paused and took a hesitant step back to him. "It was.....lovely to see you again, Achilleas.. though I dare say we'll be seeing far more of each other now.." The corner of her lips quirked up in a smile before she hurried away from him; intent on finding her father.
Ten minutes later she was pacing outside of her fathers private quarters awaiting his approval for her entry. When the door opened, she moved to barge in but stopped short as Irakles of Mikaelidas exited. Surprised, she stepped back and bowed her head; averting her eyes from the man until he passed. She watched his back as he retreated down the hall and back to the party before she ducked into her fathers quarters and closed the door behind her; leaning back against it. "I just spoke to Achilleas of Mikaelidas.." Georgios looked up from his stacks of parchment wearily at his second born daughter and offered her a melancholy smile. "Am I to assume by the lightness of your step and the smile on your face that you approve of this?" Theo stared at him and gave an exasperated sigh. "Father... There is nothing in the world I could desire more." Georgios leaned back in his chair. "I must confess. I always thought you might end up with Achilleas. Even as a child. If this is your heart's desire, I will not stop it."
Theo tilted her head and gave him a sympathetic look. "I grew up, father.. that was a long time ago..." Georgios looked at her and nodded. "Irakles was quite generous in his negotiations...enough so that even your mother was set off guard by his generosity. As both sides are in approval, I can see no reason why we cannot announce immediately so that you may be married by the Gamelion." Theo's heart jumped into her throat and she stepped quickly around the table; throwing her arms around her father. "Thank you.. you cannot understand how much this means to me, father.."
Georgios grunted but patted her forearm affectionately. "I cannot stand to see you girls leaving the nest. But it does my heart proud to know that you will be happy when you go..."
An hour later, her father led her into the main courtyard where their guests mingled where her mother, sisters, Myrto and Irakles joined them; Achilleas close by. Emilios must be near.. if the rest of them were. She glanced around for him; desperate to see him.. to express her excitement but she couldn't find him. Georgio's cleared his throat so that the guests in attendance quieted. "I'd like to thank you for attending tonight. As is her way, Lady Evelli has outdone herself in arranging this event." The room applauded politely and Evelli bowed her head and offered pressed her hand against her chest. "...But a night like this wouldn't be complete without the most auspicious announcement of the marriage between our daughter, Lady Theodora, and Lord Achilleas of Mikaelidas."
Theo was sure she hadn't heard correctly. Surely this was a joke. She laughed gently as the room applauded again; joined by their family. Their parents smiled and accepted congratulations and She looked at Achilleas who didn't seem at all surprised. Her smile faltered and her sisters leaned in to offer congratulations. She was lost in the cacophony of it all while her head spun; trying to make sense of was happening. Over the conversations she'd had with her father and Achilleas. They'd all been speaking of Emilios.. she knew they had. ...But if that were true, where was Emilios?? She looked about for him; desperate to see his face...but he was nowhere to be found.
She could feel a swell of panic rising in her chest. What had she done?? What had she agreed to?? The excitement she felt only moments ago devolved into horror as she realized.... She was now engaged to Achilleas.
Achilleas had bene rather hoping that Theodora would laugh again, but her brilliant smile certainly made up for it. “Kind it may be, but it is also nothing less than the truth.” He assured her, his dark blue eyes gazing into hers. Like Theodora, Achilleas knew his skill with a blade was simply a part of him, and while grateful for it because it had allow him to have survived countless battles, he didn't believe it was anything to brag about.
Achilleas rose too, intending to have offered his hand to assist her to her feet, but she was too quick getting to her feet before he could offer aid. “It was a pleasure my lady.” He said, inclining his head to her. He let out a sigh when she hurried away, his lips lifting a little before he reclaimed his seat on the couch that they’d so recently shared. “I certainly hope so.” He breathed, even though she was well out of earshot, before picking up his goblet of wine and taking a long drink. Catching the eye of one of the servants, Achilleas requested something to eat. The next hour passed relatively quickly as the young man ate his dinner, enjoying the delicious food prepared by the Leventi family’s servants.
When his father returned, Achilleas had finished with his meal, and joined his parents for a brief, quiet consultation, so he was near the front of the room when Georgio cleared his throat to get the attention of his assembled guests.
Normally he was very observant, but when the truth of the matter hit his bride to be, Achilleas was distracted by the congratulations that he was being given by his family and those nearest him. He wore an unusually wide smile for the generally grave young man. That he’d never actually said that he was the one who he’d come to arrange her marriage to, not his younger brother.
He had no idea that the pair of them had met when he’d been off fighting in the wars, or that the woman who’d just become his fiancee was in love with Emilios.
Finally he eased free from the crowds of well wishers and smiling only for Theodora approached her, his hands held out for hers. “I am a very lucky man indeed.” He said in clear delight as he took both of her hands in his, lifting them to his lips. He wanted to kiss her, but felt that this was a safe substitute.
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Achilleas had bene rather hoping that Theodora would laugh again, but her brilliant smile certainly made up for it. “Kind it may be, but it is also nothing less than the truth.” He assured her, his dark blue eyes gazing into hers. Like Theodora, Achilleas knew his skill with a blade was simply a part of him, and while grateful for it because it had allow him to have survived countless battles, he didn't believe it was anything to brag about.
Achilleas rose too, intending to have offered his hand to assist her to her feet, but she was too quick getting to her feet before he could offer aid. “It was a pleasure my lady.” He said, inclining his head to her. He let out a sigh when she hurried away, his lips lifting a little before he reclaimed his seat on the couch that they’d so recently shared. “I certainly hope so.” He breathed, even though she was well out of earshot, before picking up his goblet of wine and taking a long drink. Catching the eye of one of the servants, Achilleas requested something to eat. The next hour passed relatively quickly as the young man ate his dinner, enjoying the delicious food prepared by the Leventi family’s servants.
When his father returned, Achilleas had finished with his meal, and joined his parents for a brief, quiet consultation, so he was near the front of the room when Georgio cleared his throat to get the attention of his assembled guests.
Normally he was very observant, but when the truth of the matter hit his bride to be, Achilleas was distracted by the congratulations that he was being given by his family and those nearest him. He wore an unusually wide smile for the generally grave young man. That he’d never actually said that he was the one who he’d come to arrange her marriage to, not his younger brother.
He had no idea that the pair of them had met when he’d been off fighting in the wars, or that the woman who’d just become his fiancee was in love with Emilios.
Finally he eased free from the crowds of well wishers and smiling only for Theodora approached her, his hands held out for hers. “I am a very lucky man indeed.” He said in clear delight as he took both of her hands in his, lifting them to his lips. He wanted to kiss her, but felt that this was a safe substitute.
Achilleas had bene rather hoping that Theodora would laugh again, but her brilliant smile certainly made up for it. “Kind it may be, but it is also nothing less than the truth.” He assured her, his dark blue eyes gazing into hers. Like Theodora, Achilleas knew his skill with a blade was simply a part of him, and while grateful for it because it had allow him to have survived countless battles, he didn't believe it was anything to brag about.
Achilleas rose too, intending to have offered his hand to assist her to her feet, but she was too quick getting to her feet before he could offer aid. “It was a pleasure my lady.” He said, inclining his head to her. He let out a sigh when she hurried away, his lips lifting a little before he reclaimed his seat on the couch that they’d so recently shared. “I certainly hope so.” He breathed, even though she was well out of earshot, before picking up his goblet of wine and taking a long drink. Catching the eye of one of the servants, Achilleas requested something to eat. The next hour passed relatively quickly as the young man ate his dinner, enjoying the delicious food prepared by the Leventi family’s servants.
When his father returned, Achilleas had finished with his meal, and joined his parents for a brief, quiet consultation, so he was near the front of the room when Georgio cleared his throat to get the attention of his assembled guests.
Normally he was very observant, but when the truth of the matter hit his bride to be, Achilleas was distracted by the congratulations that he was being given by his family and those nearest him. He wore an unusually wide smile for the generally grave young man. That he’d never actually said that he was the one who he’d come to arrange her marriage to, not his younger brother.
He had no idea that the pair of them had met when he’d been off fighting in the wars, or that the woman who’d just become his fiancee was in love with Emilios.
Finally he eased free from the crowds of well wishers and smiling only for Theodora approached her, his hands held out for hers. “I am a very lucky man indeed.” He said in clear delight as he took both of her hands in his, lifting them to his lips. He wanted to kiss her, but felt that this was a safe substitute.
The family was surrounded by well-wishers. Everyone at the party wanted to offer their congratulations, advice, and hugs. It felt like the entire world was caving in around her. She knew if she didn't remove herself from the throng around her she'd likely pass out or become sick; either scenario was less than desirable. She needed to be alone. To think. There had to be a solution; a way out. It was all a misunderstanding, after all. ....But if her parents had negotiated with the Mikaelidas's for her hand and they'd agreed, her approval was really just a formality. She had no real choice in the matter.
Imma nudged her towards Achilleas and he took up her hands; drawing them to his lips as he smiled happily at her. She stared at him; her lips parted and an indecipherable look upon her face. Behind them, their fathers were in jovial and congratulatory conversations as their mothers hugged as if beginning a lifelong friendship. Her sisters stared on in wide-eyed shock and happiness; some twinges of jealousy in those closer to her age. Because Achilleas would have been an amazing match for any of them. For any single lady in the room, really. He was tall, dashing and commanded his audience, nevermind an entire regiment. Theo should have been over the moon for having been arranged to someone of such standing. Instead, she was doing everything in her power not to lose herself to the hysteria that crept up in the back of her consciousness. Because Achilleas was the last man she wanted to marry.
She offered him a strangled smiled and pulled her captured fingers from his hands before taking a reserved step back; just enough to be considered modest, had she not sat so close to him a little over an hour before. From there the guests surrounded them again; tearing the 'happy couple' apart so that they could all converse about their upcoming plans. But Theo had no answers. She offered polite replies as much as she could, but when the crowd began to move away, she made a hasty excuse to her oldest sister and turned to leave the party. She couldn't remain any longer; she had to get away and find a quiet place where she could think and gain some understanding. And she had to write Emilios before anyone else was able to tell him the news before she did.
...But for the life of her, she couldn't think of what to say.
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The family was surrounded by well-wishers. Everyone at the party wanted to offer their congratulations, advice, and hugs. It felt like the entire world was caving in around her. She knew if she didn't remove herself from the throng around her she'd likely pass out or become sick; either scenario was less than desirable. She needed to be alone. To think. There had to be a solution; a way out. It was all a misunderstanding, after all. ....But if her parents had negotiated with the Mikaelidas's for her hand and they'd agreed, her approval was really just a formality. She had no real choice in the matter.
Imma nudged her towards Achilleas and he took up her hands; drawing them to his lips as he smiled happily at her. She stared at him; her lips parted and an indecipherable look upon her face. Behind them, their fathers were in jovial and congratulatory conversations as their mothers hugged as if beginning a lifelong friendship. Her sisters stared on in wide-eyed shock and happiness; some twinges of jealousy in those closer to her age. Because Achilleas would have been an amazing match for any of them. For any single lady in the room, really. He was tall, dashing and commanded his audience, nevermind an entire regiment. Theo should have been over the moon for having been arranged to someone of such standing. Instead, she was doing everything in her power not to lose herself to the hysteria that crept up in the back of her consciousness. Because Achilleas was the last man she wanted to marry.
She offered him a strangled smiled and pulled her captured fingers from his hands before taking a reserved step back; just enough to be considered modest, had she not sat so close to him a little over an hour before. From there the guests surrounded them again; tearing the 'happy couple' apart so that they could all converse about their upcoming plans. But Theo had no answers. She offered polite replies as much as she could, but when the crowd began to move away, she made a hasty excuse to her oldest sister and turned to leave the party. She couldn't remain any longer; she had to get away and find a quiet place where she could think and gain some understanding. And she had to write Emilios before anyone else was able to tell him the news before she did.
...But for the life of her, she couldn't think of what to say.
The family was surrounded by well-wishers. Everyone at the party wanted to offer their congratulations, advice, and hugs. It felt like the entire world was caving in around her. She knew if she didn't remove herself from the throng around her she'd likely pass out or become sick; either scenario was less than desirable. She needed to be alone. To think. There had to be a solution; a way out. It was all a misunderstanding, after all. ....But if her parents had negotiated with the Mikaelidas's for her hand and they'd agreed, her approval was really just a formality. She had no real choice in the matter.
Imma nudged her towards Achilleas and he took up her hands; drawing them to his lips as he smiled happily at her. She stared at him; her lips parted and an indecipherable look upon her face. Behind them, their fathers were in jovial and congratulatory conversations as their mothers hugged as if beginning a lifelong friendship. Her sisters stared on in wide-eyed shock and happiness; some twinges of jealousy in those closer to her age. Because Achilleas would have been an amazing match for any of them. For any single lady in the room, really. He was tall, dashing and commanded his audience, nevermind an entire regiment. Theo should have been over the moon for having been arranged to someone of such standing. Instead, she was doing everything in her power not to lose herself to the hysteria that crept up in the back of her consciousness. Because Achilleas was the last man she wanted to marry.
She offered him a strangled smiled and pulled her captured fingers from his hands before taking a reserved step back; just enough to be considered modest, had she not sat so close to him a little over an hour before. From there the guests surrounded them again; tearing the 'happy couple' apart so that they could all converse about their upcoming plans. But Theo had no answers. She offered polite replies as much as she could, but when the crowd began to move away, she made a hasty excuse to her oldest sister and turned to leave the party. She couldn't remain any longer; she had to get away and find a quiet place where she could think and gain some understanding. And she had to write Emilios before anyone else was able to tell him the news before she did.
...But for the life of her, she couldn't think of what to say.
No bridegroom wishes for his betrothed to faint or worse become ill, only moments after the announcement was made, though there was the tiniest part of him that was practical enough to accept that if Theodora had fainted, it would’ve been his first chance to have had the woman he loved since childhood, in his arms.
Achilleas, under the mistaken notion that she was just as pleased with the match as he was, beamed at her with an unusually warm, happy expression on his face. After a moment though, something of her shock must’ve gotten through to him, and his brow furrowed slightly, his fingers loosening their hold allowing her to pull free so easily. Not that Achilleas was one to hurt a woman, but if he’d wanted to maintain his hold there would’ve been little she could’ve done to pull away.
But before he could follow up with her immediately, they were separated by the other guests, now turned well wishers. Achilleas tried to make his way back to Theo’s side, but without being rude there was little he could do. While he’d have had to push his way through the crowded room, Theo’s smaller build allowed her to weave her way between people, making it that much hard for him to try and follow her, despite the advantage his height gave him.
Like his betrothed, Achilleas accepted the well wishes with good grace even as he continued to try and edge his way after Theodora. Unfortunately by the time he’d managed to reach the door she’d gone through she was nowhere in sight. “Theodora?” He called, not with the full volume of which he was capable, but pitching his voice to carry in the hopes that she might hear him. She couldn’t have gone that far. He thought, looking both ways down the hall.
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No bridegroom wishes for his betrothed to faint or worse become ill, only moments after the announcement was made, though there was the tiniest part of him that was practical enough to accept that if Theodora had fainted, it would’ve been his first chance to have had the woman he loved since childhood, in his arms.
Achilleas, under the mistaken notion that she was just as pleased with the match as he was, beamed at her with an unusually warm, happy expression on his face. After a moment though, something of her shock must’ve gotten through to him, and his brow furrowed slightly, his fingers loosening their hold allowing her to pull free so easily. Not that Achilleas was one to hurt a woman, but if he’d wanted to maintain his hold there would’ve been little she could’ve done to pull away.
But before he could follow up with her immediately, they were separated by the other guests, now turned well wishers. Achilleas tried to make his way back to Theo’s side, but without being rude there was little he could do. While he’d have had to push his way through the crowded room, Theo’s smaller build allowed her to weave her way between people, making it that much hard for him to try and follow her, despite the advantage his height gave him.
Like his betrothed, Achilleas accepted the well wishes with good grace even as he continued to try and edge his way after Theodora. Unfortunately by the time he’d managed to reach the door she’d gone through she was nowhere in sight. “Theodora?” He called, not with the full volume of which he was capable, but pitching his voice to carry in the hopes that she might hear him. She couldn’t have gone that far. He thought, looking both ways down the hall.
No bridegroom wishes for his betrothed to faint or worse become ill, only moments after the announcement was made, though there was the tiniest part of him that was practical enough to accept that if Theodora had fainted, it would’ve been his first chance to have had the woman he loved since childhood, in his arms.
Achilleas, under the mistaken notion that she was just as pleased with the match as he was, beamed at her with an unusually warm, happy expression on his face. After a moment though, something of her shock must’ve gotten through to him, and his brow furrowed slightly, his fingers loosening their hold allowing her to pull free so easily. Not that Achilleas was one to hurt a woman, but if he’d wanted to maintain his hold there would’ve been little she could’ve done to pull away.
But before he could follow up with her immediately, they were separated by the other guests, now turned well wishers. Achilleas tried to make his way back to Theo’s side, but without being rude there was little he could do. While he’d have had to push his way through the crowded room, Theo’s smaller build allowed her to weave her way between people, making it that much hard for him to try and follow her, despite the advantage his height gave him.
Like his betrothed, Achilleas accepted the well wishes with good grace even as he continued to try and edge his way after Theodora. Unfortunately by the time he’d managed to reach the door she’d gone through she was nowhere in sight. “Theodora?” He called, not with the full volume of which he was capable, but pitching his voice to carry in the hopes that she might hear him. She couldn’t have gone that far. He thought, looking both ways down the hall.
The door she went through lead down a hall that was dark; unlit by the oil lamps scattered about the event held in the courtyard. But she knew the hall well; she'd grown up in it. She could close her eyes and move anywhere in this house blindly. She knew every crevice; every crack in the plaster walls and every tile of every mosaic on the floor.
She hurried towards the stairs that lead to the second story and to the women's residences; her dress flowing out behind her as she moved into the shadows. When he called out to her, she gave a soft gasp and flattened against a wall. She didn't have it in her to speak to Achilleas anymore. She had to find her center of balance; to find some sort of reason to what just happened. And she couldn't do that in front of him lest she offend him or worse, hurt his feelings. The way he stared at her when he took her hands...like every dream he'd had came true. But she couldn't understand why. She hadn't seen him in decades. She knew nothing about him, or he about her. Not like how she knew Emilios. She had every line of his body memorized just as she had the rooms in her house.
She held her breath; watching him from the shadows; unable to speak, though she should have. He didn't deserve this.. he didn't deserve her any more than she deserved him. He deserved to find someone to love as she loved Emilios. And she deserved to be with his brother. But the Gods were cruel. They played games with their subjects hearts and this time it was Theo's heart they toyed with.
She bit down on her lower lip to keep from breathing too heavily lest he heard her and waited for him to turn to leave so that she could continue on her way. But he lingered there; refraining from turning to leave as soon as she should. She stared at him; willing him to just go... to leave her be... to forget about all of this and cancel the arrangement. ...But she knew she was asking far too much of him from the anonymity of the shadows. Instead, she just bowed her head and closed her eyes.
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The door she went through lead down a hall that was dark; unlit by the oil lamps scattered about the event held in the courtyard. But she knew the hall well; she'd grown up in it. She could close her eyes and move anywhere in this house blindly. She knew every crevice; every crack in the plaster walls and every tile of every mosaic on the floor.
She hurried towards the stairs that lead to the second story and to the women's residences; her dress flowing out behind her as she moved into the shadows. When he called out to her, she gave a soft gasp and flattened against a wall. She didn't have it in her to speak to Achilleas anymore. She had to find her center of balance; to find some sort of reason to what just happened. And she couldn't do that in front of him lest she offend him or worse, hurt his feelings. The way he stared at her when he took her hands...like every dream he'd had came true. But she couldn't understand why. She hadn't seen him in decades. She knew nothing about him, or he about her. Not like how she knew Emilios. She had every line of his body memorized just as she had the rooms in her house.
She held her breath; watching him from the shadows; unable to speak, though she should have. He didn't deserve this.. he didn't deserve her any more than she deserved him. He deserved to find someone to love as she loved Emilios. And she deserved to be with his brother. But the Gods were cruel. They played games with their subjects hearts and this time it was Theo's heart they toyed with.
She bit down on her lower lip to keep from breathing too heavily lest he heard her and waited for him to turn to leave so that she could continue on her way. But he lingered there; refraining from turning to leave as soon as she should. She stared at him; willing him to just go... to leave her be... to forget about all of this and cancel the arrangement. ...But she knew she was asking far too much of him from the anonymity of the shadows. Instead, she just bowed her head and closed her eyes.
The door she went through lead down a hall that was dark; unlit by the oil lamps scattered about the event held in the courtyard. But she knew the hall well; she'd grown up in it. She could close her eyes and move anywhere in this house blindly. She knew every crevice; every crack in the plaster walls and every tile of every mosaic on the floor.
She hurried towards the stairs that lead to the second story and to the women's residences; her dress flowing out behind her as she moved into the shadows. When he called out to her, she gave a soft gasp and flattened against a wall. She didn't have it in her to speak to Achilleas anymore. She had to find her center of balance; to find some sort of reason to what just happened. And she couldn't do that in front of him lest she offend him or worse, hurt his feelings. The way he stared at her when he took her hands...like every dream he'd had came true. But she couldn't understand why. She hadn't seen him in decades. She knew nothing about him, or he about her. Not like how she knew Emilios. She had every line of his body memorized just as she had the rooms in her house.
She held her breath; watching him from the shadows; unable to speak, though she should have. He didn't deserve this.. he didn't deserve her any more than she deserved him. He deserved to find someone to love as she loved Emilios. And she deserved to be with his brother. But the Gods were cruel. They played games with their subjects hearts and this time it was Theo's heart they toyed with.
She bit down on her lower lip to keep from breathing too heavily lest he heard her and waited for him to turn to leave so that she could continue on her way. But he lingered there; refraining from turning to leave as soon as she should. She stared at him; willing him to just go... to leave her be... to forget about all of this and cancel the arrangement. ...But she knew she was asking far too much of him from the anonymity of the shadows. Instead, she just bowed her head and closed her eyes.
Luckily for Theo, Achilleas’ own voice still hung the air, masking the faint sound of her gasp from the keen ears of her unwanted new betrothed. He inhaled deeply and let it out in a quiet sigh, turning just enough so his face was now three quarters profile to where she stood hidden in the shadows. Thrusting the fingers of one hand through his hair, Achilleas stared off into the distance, a pensive expression on his face.
He’d told her a little bit about the truth of war, and the young men he’d seen die. But what he hadn’t told her anything about were all the men he personally had sent to their deaths. It weighed on him, and that was something he didn't like to show and tried to keep hidden from the world. But now he was alone, or thought that he was, so he let his weariness from war, and the pain of being responsible for men's deaths show.
If anyone’s heart was being toyed with, it would seem to be Achilleas, since had he but known, he’d most likely have stepped aside for his younger brother and the girl they both loved. But in this case, Emilios’ jealousy and the need to keep the affair a secret were what set the trio on their present course with disaster.
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Luckily for Theo, Achilleas’ own voice still hung the air, masking the faint sound of her gasp from the keen ears of her unwanted new betrothed. He inhaled deeply and let it out in a quiet sigh, turning just enough so his face was now three quarters profile to where she stood hidden in the shadows. Thrusting the fingers of one hand through his hair, Achilleas stared off into the distance, a pensive expression on his face.
He’d told her a little bit about the truth of war, and the young men he’d seen die. But what he hadn’t told her anything about were all the men he personally had sent to their deaths. It weighed on him, and that was something he didn't like to show and tried to keep hidden from the world. But now he was alone, or thought that he was, so he let his weariness from war, and the pain of being responsible for men's deaths show.
If anyone’s heart was being toyed with, it would seem to be Achilleas, since had he but known, he’d most likely have stepped aside for his younger brother and the girl they both loved. But in this case, Emilios’ jealousy and the need to keep the affair a secret were what set the trio on their present course with disaster.
Luckily for Theo, Achilleas’ own voice still hung the air, masking the faint sound of her gasp from the keen ears of her unwanted new betrothed. He inhaled deeply and let it out in a quiet sigh, turning just enough so his face was now three quarters profile to where she stood hidden in the shadows. Thrusting the fingers of one hand through his hair, Achilleas stared off into the distance, a pensive expression on his face.
He’d told her a little bit about the truth of war, and the young men he’d seen die. But what he hadn’t told her anything about were all the men he personally had sent to their deaths. It weighed on him, and that was something he didn't like to show and tried to keep hidden from the world. But now he was alone, or thought that he was, so he let his weariness from war, and the pain of being responsible for men's deaths show.
If anyone’s heart was being toyed with, it would seem to be Achilleas, since had he but known, he’d most likely have stepped aside for his younger brother and the girl they both loved. But in this case, Emilios’ jealousy and the need to keep the affair a secret were what set the trio on their present course with disaster.
