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Smoke. She could smell it, taste it in her mouth. She was deafened by the screams of the horde, drowning out the panic that was racing through her mind. As countless bodies pushed past her to escape the chaos, she could see nothing but her sister, her queen. The knife held to her throat, slashing across and--
Nana woke up in a panic. Not able to contain the tears that so quickly brimmed and fell from her eyes, the blonde shot up in her spot, looking around frantically for her dear sweet Pia, but finding herself in the security of her bedchamber. As the Leventi tried to slow her breathing and quiet the frantic beating in her chest, she found that her pillows and sheets were on the floor nearby, obviously flung from the bed in her frenzy. As she surveyed her large bedchamber, she saw that the warm rays of sunlight had not yet trickled in to illuminate her bedroom walls, and Nana knew she was not going to get back to sleep. She let out a shaky breath before quickly removing herself from the bed, finding that nowadays it served as a promise of tormented sleep, rather than the familiar refuge of dream that she was loath to leave when the morning came. The nightmares didn't visit every night, yes, but when they did, she would find herself afraid to return to the land of slumber for days to come.
Well. Seeing as it was not yet morning, she would have to find some way to occupy her time.
Nana walked over to her vanity to find that she looked a complete mess: her hair looked like a birds' nest, her eyes puffy and red from crying, the tear-streaks on her cheeks telling everything. The young woman would never allow anyone to see her this way, let alone her handmaids. So, Nana took a seat in front of her vanity and reached for a comb, picking apart the tangles with hands that were still unsteady. It took her quite a while to get through her mane of hair, but she found it a good distraction. Looking straight back at herself in the reflection of the looking-glass, she didn't have to think about the events of that day. She could muse on her own beauty, instead.
Time seemed at a standstill as Nana fixed her appearance, wiping away her tears and denying their existence with creams and oils, slaving over a simple braid that seemed to be ever so difficult, to the point that Nana accepted its unexceptional appearance after taking it apart and starting over three times. Nana knew not why she busied herself with such a task before the dawn had even announced her arrival, but she felt that she would rather do it herself today. In fact, she was rather averse to any sort of company right now.
Which is perhaps why, after draping and securing a dark blue chiton to her body (and not bothering with any adornment besides her usual bracelet and locket-necklace), she wandered out of her room, out of the manor, to the stables, where her mare, Chrysea, could always be found.
She wondered where she would go as she slipped a halter over Chrysea's head fastened a saddle to her back. After accomplishing the feat of hoisting herself up onto the saddle (without any help), Nana took a firm grasp of her horse's reins and set out. Of course, she wouldn't leave the manor long enough to worry her parents, but Nana needed some fresh air, away from the recently suffocating presence that was her family.
As Chrysea sped from a walk to a gallop, Nana rode with no clear destination in mind, only wanting to find a bit of space to clear her head. Retreating further into the flowering fields of the Leventi estate, Nana sighed at the refreshment of cool morning air brushing against her cheeks as she sped by. Minutes flew faster than Chrysea's feet, and quickly enough, the lush fields of green gave way to the sandy beach of the isle of Serenn, Eos peeking over the edge of the horizon to greet Nana with the glimmering of her golden rays against the vast expanse of the ocean.
Nana brought Chrysea back to a walk as they reached the shoreline, and let out a sigh of contentment as she looked out over the water. As much as she loved her golden rings and bracelets, Nana would never be able to replicate the radiance of the sunrise over the ocean with her ornamentation, something she hadn't seemed to realize until recently. As she pulled her horse's reins to a stop, Nana wondered to herself why she'd only seen this sight a handful of times, and then she remembered how much she loved the comfort of her pillow and covers. Perhaps, she mused, she would take the time to watch the sunrise more often, no matter how unrealistic it was that she would actually go through with it.
Nana waxed philosophical for what seemed a great expanse of time, yet the sun still hadn't reached the sky when she heard the sound of someone approaching, growing louder and louder with each footstep. As she turned her gaze from the horizon to look and see just who was joining her on the beach, she found her mood almost instantaneously soured, as she found herself in the presence of her beloved king and brother-in-law, Stephanos.
Nana tried and failed to suppress her disappointment with his arrival, her mouth drawing into a thin line that looked more a grimace than a smile. Letting out a sigh through her nose, Nana remained right where she was, only bowing her head slightly upon his drawing near. "Your majesty. What a surprise to find you here, so early in the morning. I'd have thought you to still be in bed at such a time." Whose bed she couldn't say, but from what she knew, there was a high likelihood that it wasn't Olympia's.
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Smoke. She could smell it, taste it in her mouth. She was deafened by the screams of the horde, drowning out the panic that was racing through her mind. As countless bodies pushed past her to escape the chaos, she could see nothing but her sister, her queen. The knife held to her throat, slashing across and--
Nana woke up in a panic. Not able to contain the tears that so quickly brimmed and fell from her eyes, the blonde shot up in her spot, looking around frantically for her dear sweet Pia, but finding herself in the security of her bedchamber. As the Leventi tried to slow her breathing and quiet the frantic beating in her chest, she found that her pillows and sheets were on the floor nearby, obviously flung from the bed in her frenzy. As she surveyed her large bedchamber, she saw that the warm rays of sunlight had not yet trickled in to illuminate her bedroom walls, and Nana knew she was not going to get back to sleep. She let out a shaky breath before quickly removing herself from the bed, finding that nowadays it served as a promise of tormented sleep, rather than the familiar refuge of dream that she was loath to leave when the morning came. The nightmares didn't visit every night, yes, but when they did, she would find herself afraid to return to the land of slumber for days to come.
Well. Seeing as it was not yet morning, she would have to find some way to occupy her time.
Nana walked over to her vanity to find that she looked a complete mess: her hair looked like a birds' nest, her eyes puffy and red from crying, the tear-streaks on her cheeks telling everything. The young woman would never allow anyone to see her this way, let alone her handmaids. So, Nana took a seat in front of her vanity and reached for a comb, picking apart the tangles with hands that were still unsteady. It took her quite a while to get through her mane of hair, but she found it a good distraction. Looking straight back at herself in the reflection of the looking-glass, she didn't have to think about the events of that day. She could muse on her own beauty, instead.
Time seemed at a standstill as Nana fixed her appearance, wiping away her tears and denying their existence with creams and oils, slaving over a simple braid that seemed to be ever so difficult, to the point that Nana accepted its unexceptional appearance after taking it apart and starting over three times. Nana knew not why she busied herself with such a task before the dawn had even announced her arrival, but she felt that she would rather do it herself today. In fact, she was rather averse to any sort of company right now.
Which is perhaps why, after draping and securing a dark blue chiton to her body (and not bothering with any adornment besides her usual bracelet and locket-necklace), she wandered out of her room, out of the manor, to the stables, where her mare, Chrysea, could always be found.
She wondered where she would go as she slipped a halter over Chrysea's head fastened a saddle to her back. After accomplishing the feat of hoisting herself up onto the saddle (without any help), Nana took a firm grasp of her horse's reins and set out. Of course, she wouldn't leave the manor long enough to worry her parents, but Nana needed some fresh air, away from the recently suffocating presence that was her family.
As Chrysea sped from a walk to a gallop, Nana rode with no clear destination in mind, only wanting to find a bit of space to clear her head. Retreating further into the flowering fields of the Leventi estate, Nana sighed at the refreshment of cool morning air brushing against her cheeks as she sped by. Minutes flew faster than Chrysea's feet, and quickly enough, the lush fields of green gave way to the sandy beach of the isle of Serenn, Eos peeking over the edge of the horizon to greet Nana with the glimmering of her golden rays against the vast expanse of the ocean.
Nana brought Chrysea back to a walk as they reached the shoreline, and let out a sigh of contentment as she looked out over the water. As much as she loved her golden rings and bracelets, Nana would never be able to replicate the radiance of the sunrise over the ocean with her ornamentation, something she hadn't seemed to realize until recently. As she pulled her horse's reins to a stop, Nana wondered to herself why she'd only seen this sight a handful of times, and then she remembered how much she loved the comfort of her pillow and covers. Perhaps, she mused, she would take the time to watch the sunrise more often, no matter how unrealistic it was that she would actually go through with it.
Nana waxed philosophical for what seemed a great expanse of time, yet the sun still hadn't reached the sky when she heard the sound of someone approaching, growing louder and louder with each footstep. As she turned her gaze from the horizon to look and see just who was joining her on the beach, she found her mood almost instantaneously soured, as she found herself in the presence of her beloved king and brother-in-law, Stephanos.
Nana tried and failed to suppress her disappointment with his arrival, her mouth drawing into a thin line that looked more a grimace than a smile. Letting out a sigh through her nose, Nana remained right where she was, only bowing her head slightly upon his drawing near. "Your majesty. What a surprise to find you here, so early in the morning. I'd have thought you to still be in bed at such a time." Whose bed she couldn't say, but from what she knew, there was a high likelihood that it wasn't Olympia's.
Smoke. She could smell it, taste it in her mouth. She was deafened by the screams of the horde, drowning out the panic that was racing through her mind. As countless bodies pushed past her to escape the chaos, she could see nothing but her sister, her queen. The knife held to her throat, slashing across and--
Nana woke up in a panic. Not able to contain the tears that so quickly brimmed and fell from her eyes, the blonde shot up in her spot, looking around frantically for her dear sweet Pia, but finding herself in the security of her bedchamber. As the Leventi tried to slow her breathing and quiet the frantic beating in her chest, she found that her pillows and sheets were on the floor nearby, obviously flung from the bed in her frenzy. As she surveyed her large bedchamber, she saw that the warm rays of sunlight had not yet trickled in to illuminate her bedroom walls, and Nana knew she was not going to get back to sleep. She let out a shaky breath before quickly removing herself from the bed, finding that nowadays it served as a promise of tormented sleep, rather than the familiar refuge of dream that she was loath to leave when the morning came. The nightmares didn't visit every night, yes, but when they did, she would find herself afraid to return to the land of slumber for days to come.
Well. Seeing as it was not yet morning, she would have to find some way to occupy her time.
Nana walked over to her vanity to find that she looked a complete mess: her hair looked like a birds' nest, her eyes puffy and red from crying, the tear-streaks on her cheeks telling everything. The young woman would never allow anyone to see her this way, let alone her handmaids. So, Nana took a seat in front of her vanity and reached for a comb, picking apart the tangles with hands that were still unsteady. It took her quite a while to get through her mane of hair, but she found it a good distraction. Looking straight back at herself in the reflection of the looking-glass, she didn't have to think about the events of that day. She could muse on her own beauty, instead.
Time seemed at a standstill as Nana fixed her appearance, wiping away her tears and denying their existence with creams and oils, slaving over a simple braid that seemed to be ever so difficult, to the point that Nana accepted its unexceptional appearance after taking it apart and starting over three times. Nana knew not why she busied herself with such a task before the dawn had even announced her arrival, but she felt that she would rather do it herself today. In fact, she was rather averse to any sort of company right now.
Which is perhaps why, after draping and securing a dark blue chiton to her body (and not bothering with any adornment besides her usual bracelet and locket-necklace), she wandered out of her room, out of the manor, to the stables, where her mare, Chrysea, could always be found.
She wondered where she would go as she slipped a halter over Chrysea's head fastened a saddle to her back. After accomplishing the feat of hoisting herself up onto the saddle (without any help), Nana took a firm grasp of her horse's reins and set out. Of course, she wouldn't leave the manor long enough to worry her parents, but Nana needed some fresh air, away from the recently suffocating presence that was her family.
As Chrysea sped from a walk to a gallop, Nana rode with no clear destination in mind, only wanting to find a bit of space to clear her head. Retreating further into the flowering fields of the Leventi estate, Nana sighed at the refreshment of cool morning air brushing against her cheeks as she sped by. Minutes flew faster than Chrysea's feet, and quickly enough, the lush fields of green gave way to the sandy beach of the isle of Serenn, Eos peeking over the edge of the horizon to greet Nana with the glimmering of her golden rays against the vast expanse of the ocean.
Nana brought Chrysea back to a walk as they reached the shoreline, and let out a sigh of contentment as she looked out over the water. As much as she loved her golden rings and bracelets, Nana would never be able to replicate the radiance of the sunrise over the ocean with her ornamentation, something she hadn't seemed to realize until recently. As she pulled her horse's reins to a stop, Nana wondered to herself why she'd only seen this sight a handful of times, and then she remembered how much she loved the comfort of her pillow and covers. Perhaps, she mused, she would take the time to watch the sunrise more often, no matter how unrealistic it was that she would actually go through with it.
Nana waxed philosophical for what seemed a great expanse of time, yet the sun still hadn't reached the sky when she heard the sound of someone approaching, growing louder and louder with each footstep. As she turned her gaze from the horizon to look and see just who was joining her on the beach, she found her mood almost instantaneously soured, as she found herself in the presence of her beloved king and brother-in-law, Stephanos.
Nana tried and failed to suppress her disappointment with his arrival, her mouth drawing into a thin line that looked more a grimace than a smile. Letting out a sigh through her nose, Nana remained right where she was, only bowing her head slightly upon his drawing near. "Your majesty. What a surprise to find you here, so early in the morning. I'd have thought you to still be in bed at such a time." Whose bed she couldn't say, but from what she knew, there was a high likelihood that it wasn't Olympia's.
His defeat of the Creed was supposed to erase all of the horrors of the last few months. It proved that not only could he protect Vasiliadon, but that, as a king, what he promised, he delivered. It was revenge against those who had murdered his father and brother. It was vengeance for those who’d threatened not only his life, but the lives of his mother, his sisters, his cousins, his unborn child. This was showing those snakes at court that he was not the irresponsible prince he had been, but rather, that he was looking into the future at the king he now had to become.
This was supposed to have been his phoenix moment. Rising from the ashes of his reputation that Irakles had been so cleverly destroying.
He’d naively underestimated his uncle’s efforts and reach. Upon getting back to the palati, he’d found that not only had Irakles not been cowed by the least because of the defeat of the Creed, he’d moved into the palati. All at the request of the dowager queen. This had been done behind his back, too. Even before they’d prepped for battle. His mother had taken the coward’s way toward getting what she wanted.
Their fight had been explosive, extensive, and Stephanos had all but banished her from his presence. He refused to speak to her and would leave the room the second she entered it. The whole palati was abuzz with the tension and he was not about to let up. The second his mother pulled another move like this, he was sending her away, no matter how painful that might be. He could not let her keep accidentally stabbing him in the back.
The easy sleep he should have been having was not to be found. He was back to drinking in order to get to sleep and waking up far too early and in a touchy mood. Irakles was constantly around, constantly in his space. Smiling and simpering, throwing barbed compliments and thinly veiled threats, all behind that vaneer of his smug grin. And Elise? Oh she ate it up. Fawning and pawing at him like he was some sort of savior sent by the gods to guide her idiot son.
He couldn’t stand to be in the palati a second longer. Rising a little before dawn, he went down to the stables and picked out one of his horses at random. In the weak light, he wasn’t even sure which brute this was. Until he was up on the beast’s back and at a smooth canter, he didn’t realize that he’d actually taken Pia’s horse. It didn’t matter. She wasn’t riding anymore and was hopefully asleep. He’d slept in his own bed last night, rather than hers so that he wouldn’t interrupt her sleep with his constant restlessness.
The ride through the city was uneventful. He didn’t glance over his shoulder once as he rode through the quiet streets. Despite his conversation with that Creed Leader, he did not believe a word of it. There could not feasibly be that many Creed still left in Taengea. A few, perhaps. Not enough to do the sort of damage they’d done at the circus. And he did not think they were still in the city at the moment, or at least not active in their goal.
His gaze was on the thin white line of the horizon, across the expanse of blue ocean. The sky above him comprised of ombre shades of azure, violet, and gray, tinged with a light blue near the edges of the water. Once the horse’s hooves left the stones of the city roads, and became dull thuds in the grasses that bordered the beach, Stephanos slid off its back and began to walk with long, purposeful strides.
He shed his sandals at the edge of the pristine white beach and walked barefoot toward the surf. The water moved rhythmically up and down the coast. He breathed in the scent of salt and water and sky. Here, it was easier to let go and just be. Something he could not do at home. There was no one watching his every move here. No one telling him that everything he did was wrong. His father and brother’s murderer wasn’t here, leering in his face.
Placing his hands behind his back, he started walking, meandering down to the wet sand and letting the water surge around his ankles when it washed up onto the shoreline. His world was at peace for the moment. After a few minutes, the muscles in his shoulders relaxed and he looked out at the horizon where the white line had turned a brilliant gold as the sun glittered into existence. When he finally turned his attention back, he saw Nana walking into view. His opinion of her was not as low as her opinion of him and he was not in the least opposed to meeting her.
Not turning back, he kept walking toward her until she was within speaking distance. She didn’t look as bright and vibrant as she usually did, and he was unsurprised at her lackluster greeting. With his hands still behind his back, he nodded to her in return and grinned. “I might say the same for you,” he said. “I’ve heard it said in court that you aren’t to be found awake before noon.” He’d heard a great many other things about her, some less favorable than just her sleeping habits but he didn’t speak those rumors aloud. Not to her face, anyway.
“And what would bring you out, alone, at such an hour?” He couldn’t imagine that Nana Leventi, of all people, had problems.
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His defeat of the Creed was supposed to erase all of the horrors of the last few months. It proved that not only could he protect Vasiliadon, but that, as a king, what he promised, he delivered. It was revenge against those who had murdered his father and brother. It was vengeance for those who’d threatened not only his life, but the lives of his mother, his sisters, his cousins, his unborn child. This was showing those snakes at court that he was not the irresponsible prince he had been, but rather, that he was looking into the future at the king he now had to become.
This was supposed to have been his phoenix moment. Rising from the ashes of his reputation that Irakles had been so cleverly destroying.
He’d naively underestimated his uncle’s efforts and reach. Upon getting back to the palati, he’d found that not only had Irakles not been cowed by the least because of the defeat of the Creed, he’d moved into the palati. All at the request of the dowager queen. This had been done behind his back, too. Even before they’d prepped for battle. His mother had taken the coward’s way toward getting what she wanted.
Their fight had been explosive, extensive, and Stephanos had all but banished her from his presence. He refused to speak to her and would leave the room the second she entered it. The whole palati was abuzz with the tension and he was not about to let up. The second his mother pulled another move like this, he was sending her away, no matter how painful that might be. He could not let her keep accidentally stabbing him in the back.
The easy sleep he should have been having was not to be found. He was back to drinking in order to get to sleep and waking up far too early and in a touchy mood. Irakles was constantly around, constantly in his space. Smiling and simpering, throwing barbed compliments and thinly veiled threats, all behind that vaneer of his smug grin. And Elise? Oh she ate it up. Fawning and pawing at him like he was some sort of savior sent by the gods to guide her idiot son.
He couldn’t stand to be in the palati a second longer. Rising a little before dawn, he went down to the stables and picked out one of his horses at random. In the weak light, he wasn’t even sure which brute this was. Until he was up on the beast’s back and at a smooth canter, he didn’t realize that he’d actually taken Pia’s horse. It didn’t matter. She wasn’t riding anymore and was hopefully asleep. He’d slept in his own bed last night, rather than hers so that he wouldn’t interrupt her sleep with his constant restlessness.
The ride through the city was uneventful. He didn’t glance over his shoulder once as he rode through the quiet streets. Despite his conversation with that Creed Leader, he did not believe a word of it. There could not feasibly be that many Creed still left in Taengea. A few, perhaps. Not enough to do the sort of damage they’d done at the circus. And he did not think they were still in the city at the moment, or at least not active in their goal.
His gaze was on the thin white line of the horizon, across the expanse of blue ocean. The sky above him comprised of ombre shades of azure, violet, and gray, tinged with a light blue near the edges of the water. Once the horse’s hooves left the stones of the city roads, and became dull thuds in the grasses that bordered the beach, Stephanos slid off its back and began to walk with long, purposeful strides.
He shed his sandals at the edge of the pristine white beach and walked barefoot toward the surf. The water moved rhythmically up and down the coast. He breathed in the scent of salt and water and sky. Here, it was easier to let go and just be. Something he could not do at home. There was no one watching his every move here. No one telling him that everything he did was wrong. His father and brother’s murderer wasn’t here, leering in his face.
Placing his hands behind his back, he started walking, meandering down to the wet sand and letting the water surge around his ankles when it washed up onto the shoreline. His world was at peace for the moment. After a few minutes, the muscles in his shoulders relaxed and he looked out at the horizon where the white line had turned a brilliant gold as the sun glittered into existence. When he finally turned his attention back, he saw Nana walking into view. His opinion of her was not as low as her opinion of him and he was not in the least opposed to meeting her.
Not turning back, he kept walking toward her until she was within speaking distance. She didn’t look as bright and vibrant as she usually did, and he was unsurprised at her lackluster greeting. With his hands still behind his back, he nodded to her in return and grinned. “I might say the same for you,” he said. “I’ve heard it said in court that you aren’t to be found awake before noon.” He’d heard a great many other things about her, some less favorable than just her sleeping habits but he didn’t speak those rumors aloud. Not to her face, anyway.
“And what would bring you out, alone, at such an hour?” He couldn’t imagine that Nana Leventi, of all people, had problems.
His defeat of the Creed was supposed to erase all of the horrors of the last few months. It proved that not only could he protect Vasiliadon, but that, as a king, what he promised, he delivered. It was revenge against those who had murdered his father and brother. It was vengeance for those who’d threatened not only his life, but the lives of his mother, his sisters, his cousins, his unborn child. This was showing those snakes at court that he was not the irresponsible prince he had been, but rather, that he was looking into the future at the king he now had to become.
This was supposed to have been his phoenix moment. Rising from the ashes of his reputation that Irakles had been so cleverly destroying.
He’d naively underestimated his uncle’s efforts and reach. Upon getting back to the palati, he’d found that not only had Irakles not been cowed by the least because of the defeat of the Creed, he’d moved into the palati. All at the request of the dowager queen. This had been done behind his back, too. Even before they’d prepped for battle. His mother had taken the coward’s way toward getting what she wanted.
Their fight had been explosive, extensive, and Stephanos had all but banished her from his presence. He refused to speak to her and would leave the room the second she entered it. The whole palati was abuzz with the tension and he was not about to let up. The second his mother pulled another move like this, he was sending her away, no matter how painful that might be. He could not let her keep accidentally stabbing him in the back.
The easy sleep he should have been having was not to be found. He was back to drinking in order to get to sleep and waking up far too early and in a touchy mood. Irakles was constantly around, constantly in his space. Smiling and simpering, throwing barbed compliments and thinly veiled threats, all behind that vaneer of his smug grin. And Elise? Oh she ate it up. Fawning and pawing at him like he was some sort of savior sent by the gods to guide her idiot son.
He couldn’t stand to be in the palati a second longer. Rising a little before dawn, he went down to the stables and picked out one of his horses at random. In the weak light, he wasn’t even sure which brute this was. Until he was up on the beast’s back and at a smooth canter, he didn’t realize that he’d actually taken Pia’s horse. It didn’t matter. She wasn’t riding anymore and was hopefully asleep. He’d slept in his own bed last night, rather than hers so that he wouldn’t interrupt her sleep with his constant restlessness.
The ride through the city was uneventful. He didn’t glance over his shoulder once as he rode through the quiet streets. Despite his conversation with that Creed Leader, he did not believe a word of it. There could not feasibly be that many Creed still left in Taengea. A few, perhaps. Not enough to do the sort of damage they’d done at the circus. And he did not think they were still in the city at the moment, or at least not active in their goal.
His gaze was on the thin white line of the horizon, across the expanse of blue ocean. The sky above him comprised of ombre shades of azure, violet, and gray, tinged with a light blue near the edges of the water. Once the horse’s hooves left the stones of the city roads, and became dull thuds in the grasses that bordered the beach, Stephanos slid off its back and began to walk with long, purposeful strides.
He shed his sandals at the edge of the pristine white beach and walked barefoot toward the surf. The water moved rhythmically up and down the coast. He breathed in the scent of salt and water and sky. Here, it was easier to let go and just be. Something he could not do at home. There was no one watching his every move here. No one telling him that everything he did was wrong. His father and brother’s murderer wasn’t here, leering in his face.
Placing his hands behind his back, he started walking, meandering down to the wet sand and letting the water surge around his ankles when it washed up onto the shoreline. His world was at peace for the moment. After a few minutes, the muscles in his shoulders relaxed and he looked out at the horizon where the white line had turned a brilliant gold as the sun glittered into existence. When he finally turned his attention back, he saw Nana walking into view. His opinion of her was not as low as her opinion of him and he was not in the least opposed to meeting her.
Not turning back, he kept walking toward her until she was within speaking distance. She didn’t look as bright and vibrant as she usually did, and he was unsurprised at her lackluster greeting. With his hands still behind his back, he nodded to her in return and grinned. “I might say the same for you,” he said. “I’ve heard it said in court that you aren’t to be found awake before noon.” He’d heard a great many other things about her, some less favorable than just her sleeping habits but he didn’t speak those rumors aloud. Not to her face, anyway.
“And what would bring you out, alone, at such an hour?” He couldn’t imagine that Nana Leventi, of all people, had problems.
From where Nana sat on Chrysea's back, she felt a surge of power. Yes, Stephanos was her king, but she held very little respect for him outside of that office. Nana couldn't complain about her status, being a lady of a royal household, but the fact that she still had to kiss the ring of the Mikaelidas family left a sour taste in her mouth. Truly, Nana had nothing against Stephanos' family, except for the fact that they held the throne that Nana so strongly believed should have been in the hands of the Leventi family. Who wouldn't want to be a princess? In Nana's mind, she was one anyway, so, of course it irritated her to have to bow and grovel before a man she wasn't even related to, considering Nana had never been keen on obeying the rules that her parents or her Uncle Fotios had put into place.
As she looked down at Stephanos, Nana couldn't help but stop herself from thinking how easy it would be to just run him over. Of course, she would never do it, Nana was no murderer. But sometimes, it seemed that Stephanos was just asking for death, either by her hand, or by his own reckless plans. Nana decided that she would not dismount from Chrysea, though she was sure her hind-end would hate her for it later, for the sole reason that she enjoyed having the physical high ground in this particular situation, which suited her. Nana wasn't known for being open-minded, in fact she was quite the opposite. Her pettiness preceded her quite often, from her unwillingness to let go of grudges to the extreme importance she placed on her appearance, to now, where she would go to any length to try and put Stephanos in his place.
"I've heard it said in court that you aren't to be found awake before noon."
Was he really trying to get her goat this early in the morning? Nana's half-grimace morphed into a calculated smirk as the young lady raised her eyebrows at him, trying to feign amusement. "There's nothing wrong with a lady getting her beauty sleep, now is there? Any proper lady would agree. It seems that your sources don't see the importance of taking care of oneself." She let out a short, quiet huff, trying to formulate just what punches she could throw in Stephanos's direction over the span of their conversation. Of course, being a Leventi, Nana was raised to be all about respect, but she wouldn't let this opportunity to use her words go to waste.
Nana had no intention to answer Stephanos's question with any semblance of truth, as she knew that if she explained why she was away from the manor so early in the morning, it would fly over his head, or he would take it as an opportunity to irritate her further, or he would get her in trouble, which she would never have. So, instead, she responded offhandedly, "Oh, well, I was just hoping to see the sun rise over the water. It's been so long since I've done so that I figured it would be a nice change." Her response was so quaint that Nana almost wanted to choke on her own tongue. Would that be dull enough to discourage any line of questioning? Nana felt strongly that it would.
"Might I ask what you're doing here, by yourself, so early in the morning, your highness?" She could only hope that his response would be just as dull as her fabricated answer, so she could give him a just-as-half-hearted response and that they could end the formalities of polite conversation sooner rather than later. In easily-seen truth, she did not care at all to listen to what her brother-in-law had to say, as she regarded him as nothing more than an unfaithful wretch, undeserving of her dear sweet Pia's hand in marriage. Though, that would be putting it lightly. Stephanos's infidelity to his own wife, her sister, indicated not only that he had no respect for her, but by extension that he had no respect for the Leventi family, a house of power and prestige, renowned throughout Greece for their beautiful women and seemingly endless wealth. By definition, this meant that he had no respect for Nana, which only added to the massive amount of disdain she grew to hold for the royal upon learning of his affairs. It was a wonder that she could be in his presence without combusting into flame, let alone that she could feign respect. In her own opinion, Nana was quite the actress.
"I am glad to see that you are indeed alive and well. I assumed so when there was no news of the alternative, and of course, Pia told me as such, but it is still...such a relief to see that you fare well after the battle. I could not bear the thought of our dear Sweet Pea losing such a loving and faithful husband, what with the great deal of love and trust she holds in her heart for you, and being so heavily pregnant with your heir." Nana would enjoy to see how Stephanos would respond to that. It was almost like playing a game of cat and mouse, though, of course, Nana was much too civilized to kill a mouse. She just wanted to see Stephanos writhe in trying to come up with a decent response to her musings. If he acted as if everything were normal, it would only confirm how horrible he was, worsening Nana's opinion of him adding more fuel to the fire of her loathing, and if he became angry, well...Wouldn't that just confirm what Nana already knew to be true? In her lifetime, Nana had never seen Uncle Fotios be wrong about anything. It was as if he was everywhere at once, there was no other way that he could know so much. Though this idea was casually set into her mind as a small child to scare her into behaving, Nana was still convinced as a young woman that her uncle must have had eyes hidden in the back of his head.
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From where Nana sat on Chrysea's back, she felt a surge of power. Yes, Stephanos was her king, but she held very little respect for him outside of that office. Nana couldn't complain about her status, being a lady of a royal household, but the fact that she still had to kiss the ring of the Mikaelidas family left a sour taste in her mouth. Truly, Nana had nothing against Stephanos' family, except for the fact that they held the throne that Nana so strongly believed should have been in the hands of the Leventi family. Who wouldn't want to be a princess? In Nana's mind, she was one anyway, so, of course it irritated her to have to bow and grovel before a man she wasn't even related to, considering Nana had never been keen on obeying the rules that her parents or her Uncle Fotios had put into place.
As she looked down at Stephanos, Nana couldn't help but stop herself from thinking how easy it would be to just run him over. Of course, she would never do it, Nana was no murderer. But sometimes, it seemed that Stephanos was just asking for death, either by her hand, or by his own reckless plans. Nana decided that she would not dismount from Chrysea, though she was sure her hind-end would hate her for it later, for the sole reason that she enjoyed having the physical high ground in this particular situation, which suited her. Nana wasn't known for being open-minded, in fact she was quite the opposite. Her pettiness preceded her quite often, from her unwillingness to let go of grudges to the extreme importance she placed on her appearance, to now, where she would go to any length to try and put Stephanos in his place.
"I've heard it said in court that you aren't to be found awake before noon."
Was he really trying to get her goat this early in the morning? Nana's half-grimace morphed into a calculated smirk as the young lady raised her eyebrows at him, trying to feign amusement. "There's nothing wrong with a lady getting her beauty sleep, now is there? Any proper lady would agree. It seems that your sources don't see the importance of taking care of oneself." She let out a short, quiet huff, trying to formulate just what punches she could throw in Stephanos's direction over the span of their conversation. Of course, being a Leventi, Nana was raised to be all about respect, but she wouldn't let this opportunity to use her words go to waste.
Nana had no intention to answer Stephanos's question with any semblance of truth, as she knew that if she explained why she was away from the manor so early in the morning, it would fly over his head, or he would take it as an opportunity to irritate her further, or he would get her in trouble, which she would never have. So, instead, she responded offhandedly, "Oh, well, I was just hoping to see the sun rise over the water. It's been so long since I've done so that I figured it would be a nice change." Her response was so quaint that Nana almost wanted to choke on her own tongue. Would that be dull enough to discourage any line of questioning? Nana felt strongly that it would.
"Might I ask what you're doing here, by yourself, so early in the morning, your highness?" She could only hope that his response would be just as dull as her fabricated answer, so she could give him a just-as-half-hearted response and that they could end the formalities of polite conversation sooner rather than later. In easily-seen truth, she did not care at all to listen to what her brother-in-law had to say, as she regarded him as nothing more than an unfaithful wretch, undeserving of her dear sweet Pia's hand in marriage. Though, that would be putting it lightly. Stephanos's infidelity to his own wife, her sister, indicated not only that he had no respect for her, but by extension that he had no respect for the Leventi family, a house of power and prestige, renowned throughout Greece for their beautiful women and seemingly endless wealth. By definition, this meant that he had no respect for Nana, which only added to the massive amount of disdain she grew to hold for the royal upon learning of his affairs. It was a wonder that she could be in his presence without combusting into flame, let alone that she could feign respect. In her own opinion, Nana was quite the actress.
"I am glad to see that you are indeed alive and well. I assumed so when there was no news of the alternative, and of course, Pia told me as such, but it is still...such a relief to see that you fare well after the battle. I could not bear the thought of our dear Sweet Pea losing such a loving and faithful husband, what with the great deal of love and trust she holds in her heart for you, and being so heavily pregnant with your heir." Nana would enjoy to see how Stephanos would respond to that. It was almost like playing a game of cat and mouse, though, of course, Nana was much too civilized to kill a mouse. She just wanted to see Stephanos writhe in trying to come up with a decent response to her musings. If he acted as if everything were normal, it would only confirm how horrible he was, worsening Nana's opinion of him adding more fuel to the fire of her loathing, and if he became angry, well...Wouldn't that just confirm what Nana already knew to be true? In her lifetime, Nana had never seen Uncle Fotios be wrong about anything. It was as if he was everywhere at once, there was no other way that he could know so much. Though this idea was casually set into her mind as a small child to scare her into behaving, Nana was still convinced as a young woman that her uncle must have had eyes hidden in the back of his head.
From where Nana sat on Chrysea's back, she felt a surge of power. Yes, Stephanos was her king, but she held very little respect for him outside of that office. Nana couldn't complain about her status, being a lady of a royal household, but the fact that she still had to kiss the ring of the Mikaelidas family left a sour taste in her mouth. Truly, Nana had nothing against Stephanos' family, except for the fact that they held the throne that Nana so strongly believed should have been in the hands of the Leventi family. Who wouldn't want to be a princess? In Nana's mind, she was one anyway, so, of course it irritated her to have to bow and grovel before a man she wasn't even related to, considering Nana had never been keen on obeying the rules that her parents or her Uncle Fotios had put into place.
As she looked down at Stephanos, Nana couldn't help but stop herself from thinking how easy it would be to just run him over. Of course, she would never do it, Nana was no murderer. But sometimes, it seemed that Stephanos was just asking for death, either by her hand, or by his own reckless plans. Nana decided that she would not dismount from Chrysea, though she was sure her hind-end would hate her for it later, for the sole reason that she enjoyed having the physical high ground in this particular situation, which suited her. Nana wasn't known for being open-minded, in fact she was quite the opposite. Her pettiness preceded her quite often, from her unwillingness to let go of grudges to the extreme importance she placed on her appearance, to now, where she would go to any length to try and put Stephanos in his place.
"I've heard it said in court that you aren't to be found awake before noon."
Was he really trying to get her goat this early in the morning? Nana's half-grimace morphed into a calculated smirk as the young lady raised her eyebrows at him, trying to feign amusement. "There's nothing wrong with a lady getting her beauty sleep, now is there? Any proper lady would agree. It seems that your sources don't see the importance of taking care of oneself." She let out a short, quiet huff, trying to formulate just what punches she could throw in Stephanos's direction over the span of their conversation. Of course, being a Leventi, Nana was raised to be all about respect, but she wouldn't let this opportunity to use her words go to waste.
Nana had no intention to answer Stephanos's question with any semblance of truth, as she knew that if she explained why she was away from the manor so early in the morning, it would fly over his head, or he would take it as an opportunity to irritate her further, or he would get her in trouble, which she would never have. So, instead, she responded offhandedly, "Oh, well, I was just hoping to see the sun rise over the water. It's been so long since I've done so that I figured it would be a nice change." Her response was so quaint that Nana almost wanted to choke on her own tongue. Would that be dull enough to discourage any line of questioning? Nana felt strongly that it would.
"Might I ask what you're doing here, by yourself, so early in the morning, your highness?" She could only hope that his response would be just as dull as her fabricated answer, so she could give him a just-as-half-hearted response and that they could end the formalities of polite conversation sooner rather than later. In easily-seen truth, she did not care at all to listen to what her brother-in-law had to say, as she regarded him as nothing more than an unfaithful wretch, undeserving of her dear sweet Pia's hand in marriage. Though, that would be putting it lightly. Stephanos's infidelity to his own wife, her sister, indicated not only that he had no respect for her, but by extension that he had no respect for the Leventi family, a house of power and prestige, renowned throughout Greece for their beautiful women and seemingly endless wealth. By definition, this meant that he had no respect for Nana, which only added to the massive amount of disdain she grew to hold for the royal upon learning of his affairs. It was a wonder that she could be in his presence without combusting into flame, let alone that she could feign respect. In her own opinion, Nana was quite the actress.
"I am glad to see that you are indeed alive and well. I assumed so when there was no news of the alternative, and of course, Pia told me as such, but it is still...such a relief to see that you fare well after the battle. I could not bear the thought of our dear Sweet Pea losing such a loving and faithful husband, what with the great deal of love and trust she holds in her heart for you, and being so heavily pregnant with your heir." Nana would enjoy to see how Stephanos would respond to that. It was almost like playing a game of cat and mouse, though, of course, Nana was much too civilized to kill a mouse. She just wanted to see Stephanos writhe in trying to come up with a decent response to her musings. If he acted as if everything were normal, it would only confirm how horrible he was, worsening Nana's opinion of him adding more fuel to the fire of her loathing, and if he became angry, well...Wouldn't that just confirm what Nana already knew to be true? In her lifetime, Nana had never seen Uncle Fotios be wrong about anything. It was as if he was everywhere at once, there was no other way that he could know so much. Though this idea was casually set into her mind as a small child to scare her into behaving, Nana was still convinced as a young woman that her uncle must have had eyes hidden in the back of his head.
It was just as well for Nana that Stephanos was unaware of quite how vehement her hatred of him was. Some of her dislike was based on merit - his cheating on her sister, for example...but then, had she really been so naive as to have assumed that he would change his ways overnight? Rumors swirled about Nana that there wasn’t much in her head or thoughts that didn’t revolve around herself and no one else. This was obviously true. Even this early she looked lovely. Clearly she took time even now to preen at her appearance when she was unlikely to meet anyone particularly important.
But then, she was now conversing with the king - so perhaps there was something in her vanity.
He didn’t like the tone of her voice or the smirk she flashed him. When she defended her habit of late sleeping, he merely smiled in return and waited for her to draw breath. His hands were fixed behind his back and he gave her an amiable shrug. “My sources are definitely ladies of proper birth and rank...perhaps they’re jealous though of your ability to sleep in. What they might see as laziness, what...maybe most people would see as lazy, is just the simple fact that you have nowhere really to go and nothing to do. I suppose you could call that freedom?”
He started to walk a little and glanced up at her. “Walk with me.” It was a short, careless order for her to get her boney ass off her literal high horse and to come down to earth, where she belonged. If Nana disobeyed a direct order...well...then that was another matter entirely. But as he walked, fully expecting her to obey her king and brother, he kept up his stream of conversation.
“You’re absolutely right, Lady Nana. Women do need beauty sleep. Who cares if you need more than other women do? At least what sleep you are getting is working. You look lovely this morning.” The acidic bite in the meaning of his words was softened a bit by the warm smile he wore to go along with it. The court smile, as he thought of it. It was an easy way to stab someone in the face while they could do nothing but stand there and take it. As she was doing to him.
Did she think he’d just walked into the palati? He’d been born to this. She’d need to do better to keep up with these little viper games they were playing.
She smoothly went on to explain to him that she’d wanted to see the sunrise. It was such a boring reason but he didn’t know her enough to doubt what she was telling him. More to the point - he didn’t care. Just as she’d come here to get away and clear her mind, he’d done the same. He was not especially pleased at having to verbally spar with her this early in the morning. This little venture was to get away from court. Not to be stuck deep in it with Nana Leventi, of all people.
When she asked what he was doing here, he gave her a look, assessing if she actually wanted to know or not. She didn’t seem to be being sarcastic and so he gave another half shrug. “It’s a bit tedious living in the same palati as Prince Irakles,” he said frankly. “Since he’s trying to kill me and your sister.” That was such an outrageous thing to say that he wasn’t entirely sure if Nana would believe that or not. What he didn’t do was take it back. If these were just rumors, or something small, he might have tried to save face for his family. Irakles was, after all, his uncle, and it wasn’t done to show dis-unity within families. But he did not care a single iota about the prince’s reputation. Irakles was doing enough to damage his.
Once Nana moved on to telling him that she was thankful he was alive, he was about to say something in response but her tone took on such a dripping, dramatic effect when she was effusing about how wonderful a husband he was that he fully stopped to stare her straight in the face. He worked his jaw a bit, wondering how far he dared to shove her own words down her throat.
“How nice it is that you care so much for your sister and concern yourself so deeply in her affairs,” he said easily. “If only you attended to your own quite as carefully as you do others, perhaps you wouldn’t have so many women at court quite so worried about your habits.”
He walked on not caring if she followed him or not.
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It was just as well for Nana that Stephanos was unaware of quite how vehement her hatred of him was. Some of her dislike was based on merit - his cheating on her sister, for example...but then, had she really been so naive as to have assumed that he would change his ways overnight? Rumors swirled about Nana that there wasn’t much in her head or thoughts that didn’t revolve around herself and no one else. This was obviously true. Even this early she looked lovely. Clearly she took time even now to preen at her appearance when she was unlikely to meet anyone particularly important.
But then, she was now conversing with the king - so perhaps there was something in her vanity.
He didn’t like the tone of her voice or the smirk she flashed him. When she defended her habit of late sleeping, he merely smiled in return and waited for her to draw breath. His hands were fixed behind his back and he gave her an amiable shrug. “My sources are definitely ladies of proper birth and rank...perhaps they’re jealous though of your ability to sleep in. What they might see as laziness, what...maybe most people would see as lazy, is just the simple fact that you have nowhere really to go and nothing to do. I suppose you could call that freedom?”
He started to walk a little and glanced up at her. “Walk with me.” It was a short, careless order for her to get her boney ass off her literal high horse and to come down to earth, where she belonged. If Nana disobeyed a direct order...well...then that was another matter entirely. But as he walked, fully expecting her to obey her king and brother, he kept up his stream of conversation.
“You’re absolutely right, Lady Nana. Women do need beauty sleep. Who cares if you need more than other women do? At least what sleep you are getting is working. You look lovely this morning.” The acidic bite in the meaning of his words was softened a bit by the warm smile he wore to go along with it. The court smile, as he thought of it. It was an easy way to stab someone in the face while they could do nothing but stand there and take it. As she was doing to him.
Did she think he’d just walked into the palati? He’d been born to this. She’d need to do better to keep up with these little viper games they were playing.
She smoothly went on to explain to him that she’d wanted to see the sunrise. It was such a boring reason but he didn’t know her enough to doubt what she was telling him. More to the point - he didn’t care. Just as she’d come here to get away and clear her mind, he’d done the same. He was not especially pleased at having to verbally spar with her this early in the morning. This little venture was to get away from court. Not to be stuck deep in it with Nana Leventi, of all people.
When she asked what he was doing here, he gave her a look, assessing if she actually wanted to know or not. She didn’t seem to be being sarcastic and so he gave another half shrug. “It’s a bit tedious living in the same palati as Prince Irakles,” he said frankly. “Since he’s trying to kill me and your sister.” That was such an outrageous thing to say that he wasn’t entirely sure if Nana would believe that or not. What he didn’t do was take it back. If these were just rumors, or something small, he might have tried to save face for his family. Irakles was, after all, his uncle, and it wasn’t done to show dis-unity within families. But he did not care a single iota about the prince’s reputation. Irakles was doing enough to damage his.
Once Nana moved on to telling him that she was thankful he was alive, he was about to say something in response but her tone took on such a dripping, dramatic effect when she was effusing about how wonderful a husband he was that he fully stopped to stare her straight in the face. He worked his jaw a bit, wondering how far he dared to shove her own words down her throat.
“How nice it is that you care so much for your sister and concern yourself so deeply in her affairs,” he said easily. “If only you attended to your own quite as carefully as you do others, perhaps you wouldn’t have so many women at court quite so worried about your habits.”
He walked on not caring if she followed him or not.
It was just as well for Nana that Stephanos was unaware of quite how vehement her hatred of him was. Some of her dislike was based on merit - his cheating on her sister, for example...but then, had she really been so naive as to have assumed that he would change his ways overnight? Rumors swirled about Nana that there wasn’t much in her head or thoughts that didn’t revolve around herself and no one else. This was obviously true. Even this early she looked lovely. Clearly she took time even now to preen at her appearance when she was unlikely to meet anyone particularly important.
But then, she was now conversing with the king - so perhaps there was something in her vanity.
He didn’t like the tone of her voice or the smirk she flashed him. When she defended her habit of late sleeping, he merely smiled in return and waited for her to draw breath. His hands were fixed behind his back and he gave her an amiable shrug. “My sources are definitely ladies of proper birth and rank...perhaps they’re jealous though of your ability to sleep in. What they might see as laziness, what...maybe most people would see as lazy, is just the simple fact that you have nowhere really to go and nothing to do. I suppose you could call that freedom?”
He started to walk a little and glanced up at her. “Walk with me.” It was a short, careless order for her to get her boney ass off her literal high horse and to come down to earth, where she belonged. If Nana disobeyed a direct order...well...then that was another matter entirely. But as he walked, fully expecting her to obey her king and brother, he kept up his stream of conversation.
“You’re absolutely right, Lady Nana. Women do need beauty sleep. Who cares if you need more than other women do? At least what sleep you are getting is working. You look lovely this morning.” The acidic bite in the meaning of his words was softened a bit by the warm smile he wore to go along with it. The court smile, as he thought of it. It was an easy way to stab someone in the face while they could do nothing but stand there and take it. As she was doing to him.
Did she think he’d just walked into the palati? He’d been born to this. She’d need to do better to keep up with these little viper games they were playing.
She smoothly went on to explain to him that she’d wanted to see the sunrise. It was such a boring reason but he didn’t know her enough to doubt what she was telling him. More to the point - he didn’t care. Just as she’d come here to get away and clear her mind, he’d done the same. He was not especially pleased at having to verbally spar with her this early in the morning. This little venture was to get away from court. Not to be stuck deep in it with Nana Leventi, of all people.
When she asked what he was doing here, he gave her a look, assessing if she actually wanted to know or not. She didn’t seem to be being sarcastic and so he gave another half shrug. “It’s a bit tedious living in the same palati as Prince Irakles,” he said frankly. “Since he’s trying to kill me and your sister.” That was such an outrageous thing to say that he wasn’t entirely sure if Nana would believe that or not. What he didn’t do was take it back. If these were just rumors, or something small, he might have tried to save face for his family. Irakles was, after all, his uncle, and it wasn’t done to show dis-unity within families. But he did not care a single iota about the prince’s reputation. Irakles was doing enough to damage his.
Once Nana moved on to telling him that she was thankful he was alive, he was about to say something in response but her tone took on such a dripping, dramatic effect when she was effusing about how wonderful a husband he was that he fully stopped to stare her straight in the face. He worked his jaw a bit, wondering how far he dared to shove her own words down her throat.
“How nice it is that you care so much for your sister and concern yourself so deeply in her affairs,” he said easily. “If only you attended to your own quite as carefully as you do others, perhaps you wouldn’t have so many women at court quite so worried about your habits.”
He walked on not caring if she followed him or not.
Nana felt her facade of diplomacy starting to crack as her brother-in-law started to attack her with a barrage of insults. Of course, she could and would rise to the challenge. Mother didn't raise a loser, after all. "Mm, yes. It would seem that they are jealous, as you have said. Jealousy clouds the mind, you know. And causes wrinkles, what with all the grimacing. That's why I am so happy to be happy for others. But, of course, I could not blame them. I am so blessed to be born into such a wonderfully prosperous and loving family, as it seems to be such a rare commodity in this day and age."
As he came into her proximity, she realized that she didn't have much choice in the matter. It seemed that poor Stephanos could not cope with a beautiful woman looking down at him, so she, being a lady, would have to ease him of his insecurities. She let out a quiet sigh, before reaching her arms down to hold onto his shoulders. After he put his hands around her waist, she slid off of her horse onto the ground, her nose wrinkling as her sandals sunk down into wet sand upon impact. She could only hope that they wouldn't get ruined by water damage, considering she hadn't planned to leave the back of her horse.
After she gathered her bearings, Nana moved to Stephanos's side, well within her liberties as his sister-in-law to take his arm as they walked. Right off the bat, another insult. "You are too kind, your majesty. In all honesty, I thought myself to look quite a mess," a lie, "but of course, I didn't want to trouble my servants with so much fuss so early in the morning." It became more apparent to Nana that she would have to grovel a bit for the king. "So, I think I must agree with you. The more I sleep, the better I look, and, of course, I am no stranger to slumber. Perhaps this is why I so often have to drive away suitors with a ten-foot pole. One must have standards, after all."
Nana's ears perked up, and she physically turned her head to stare at her brother-in-law when he started to speak of his uncle, and his supposed plans of regicide. Though Nana did not know Irakles personally, she had no doubt in her mind that he wished the best for his nephew, after all, why wouldn't he? Blood is thicker than water. As far as Nana was concerned, Stephanos was probably just trying to find something to fight with him over. "He is your uncle, is he not? Surely he wouldn't dream of killing you. You are his nephew, and his king." Though Nana had little love in her heart for Stephanos, she somehow managed to know her place, so why wouldn't Prince Irakles? "He would be a fool to try anything." Perhaps Nana's words would knock some sense into the king's head. She wouldn't push any further, though.
She found herself somewhere between amused and frightened when his gaze turned onto her, stifled for a moment as how to proceed in this 'conversation,' if it could even be called such. And, when words did come out of his mouth, they seemed to be complimentary...at least, that is, until he finished his thought. She couldn't help the scarlet hue that started to burn her cheeks as she stared straight at him, furrowing her brow and biting her lip to hold her tongue and keep herself from speaking out of tongue. Usually, she would never practice such restraint, but Stephanos was higher up the pecking order, to her displeasure. Still, she would not take his words lying down. After letting out a huff, she snipped back, "Yes. I do care about her, as is my duty to her as her sister. To be candid, I place a great deal of importance in the wellbeing of my family members, especially Pia, as she is not only my sister, but my queen. I don't see how anyone who sees that could fault me for doing as such. But, of course, there are those who are out only for themselves, who care not for how their actions may affect those around them, those who love them." Nana may have considered herself the paramount of beauty, but she was not so self-seeking or heartless that she was incapable of caring for those close to her. She refused to feel any shame in that.
"But, of course, what would I know? I know all too well that the women at court have all sorts of things to say about how I live my life, and certainly that they insist I have nothing but air in my head." She shifted her gaze back in front of her, and removed herself from his arm, now using both hands to hold up her skirt, which up until this point had been dragging along the wet sand of the beach. How Nana hated the feeling of the wet fabric against her ankles. She would have to change as soon as she arrived home.
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Nana felt her facade of diplomacy starting to crack as her brother-in-law started to attack her with a barrage of insults. Of course, she could and would rise to the challenge. Mother didn't raise a loser, after all. "Mm, yes. It would seem that they are jealous, as you have said. Jealousy clouds the mind, you know. And causes wrinkles, what with all the grimacing. That's why I am so happy to be happy for others. But, of course, I could not blame them. I am so blessed to be born into such a wonderfully prosperous and loving family, as it seems to be such a rare commodity in this day and age."
As he came into her proximity, she realized that she didn't have much choice in the matter. It seemed that poor Stephanos could not cope with a beautiful woman looking down at him, so she, being a lady, would have to ease him of his insecurities. She let out a quiet sigh, before reaching her arms down to hold onto his shoulders. After he put his hands around her waist, she slid off of her horse onto the ground, her nose wrinkling as her sandals sunk down into wet sand upon impact. She could only hope that they wouldn't get ruined by water damage, considering she hadn't planned to leave the back of her horse.
After she gathered her bearings, Nana moved to Stephanos's side, well within her liberties as his sister-in-law to take his arm as they walked. Right off the bat, another insult. "You are too kind, your majesty. In all honesty, I thought myself to look quite a mess," a lie, "but of course, I didn't want to trouble my servants with so much fuss so early in the morning." It became more apparent to Nana that she would have to grovel a bit for the king. "So, I think I must agree with you. The more I sleep, the better I look, and, of course, I am no stranger to slumber. Perhaps this is why I so often have to drive away suitors with a ten-foot pole. One must have standards, after all."
Nana's ears perked up, and she physically turned her head to stare at her brother-in-law when he started to speak of his uncle, and his supposed plans of regicide. Though Nana did not know Irakles personally, she had no doubt in her mind that he wished the best for his nephew, after all, why wouldn't he? Blood is thicker than water. As far as Nana was concerned, Stephanos was probably just trying to find something to fight with him over. "He is your uncle, is he not? Surely he wouldn't dream of killing you. You are his nephew, and his king." Though Nana had little love in her heart for Stephanos, she somehow managed to know her place, so why wouldn't Prince Irakles? "He would be a fool to try anything." Perhaps Nana's words would knock some sense into the king's head. She wouldn't push any further, though.
She found herself somewhere between amused and frightened when his gaze turned onto her, stifled for a moment as how to proceed in this 'conversation,' if it could even be called such. And, when words did come out of his mouth, they seemed to be complimentary...at least, that is, until he finished his thought. She couldn't help the scarlet hue that started to burn her cheeks as she stared straight at him, furrowing her brow and biting her lip to hold her tongue and keep herself from speaking out of tongue. Usually, she would never practice such restraint, but Stephanos was higher up the pecking order, to her displeasure. Still, she would not take his words lying down. After letting out a huff, she snipped back, "Yes. I do care about her, as is my duty to her as her sister. To be candid, I place a great deal of importance in the wellbeing of my family members, especially Pia, as she is not only my sister, but my queen. I don't see how anyone who sees that could fault me for doing as such. But, of course, there are those who are out only for themselves, who care not for how their actions may affect those around them, those who love them." Nana may have considered herself the paramount of beauty, but she was not so self-seeking or heartless that she was incapable of caring for those close to her. She refused to feel any shame in that.
"But, of course, what would I know? I know all too well that the women at court have all sorts of things to say about how I live my life, and certainly that they insist I have nothing but air in my head." She shifted her gaze back in front of her, and removed herself from his arm, now using both hands to hold up her skirt, which up until this point had been dragging along the wet sand of the beach. How Nana hated the feeling of the wet fabric against her ankles. She would have to change as soon as she arrived home.
Nana felt her facade of diplomacy starting to crack as her brother-in-law started to attack her with a barrage of insults. Of course, she could and would rise to the challenge. Mother didn't raise a loser, after all. "Mm, yes. It would seem that they are jealous, as you have said. Jealousy clouds the mind, you know. And causes wrinkles, what with all the grimacing. That's why I am so happy to be happy for others. But, of course, I could not blame them. I am so blessed to be born into such a wonderfully prosperous and loving family, as it seems to be such a rare commodity in this day and age."
As he came into her proximity, she realized that she didn't have much choice in the matter. It seemed that poor Stephanos could not cope with a beautiful woman looking down at him, so she, being a lady, would have to ease him of his insecurities. She let out a quiet sigh, before reaching her arms down to hold onto his shoulders. After he put his hands around her waist, she slid off of her horse onto the ground, her nose wrinkling as her sandals sunk down into wet sand upon impact. She could only hope that they wouldn't get ruined by water damage, considering she hadn't planned to leave the back of her horse.
After she gathered her bearings, Nana moved to Stephanos's side, well within her liberties as his sister-in-law to take his arm as they walked. Right off the bat, another insult. "You are too kind, your majesty. In all honesty, I thought myself to look quite a mess," a lie, "but of course, I didn't want to trouble my servants with so much fuss so early in the morning." It became more apparent to Nana that she would have to grovel a bit for the king. "So, I think I must agree with you. The more I sleep, the better I look, and, of course, I am no stranger to slumber. Perhaps this is why I so often have to drive away suitors with a ten-foot pole. One must have standards, after all."
Nana's ears perked up, and she physically turned her head to stare at her brother-in-law when he started to speak of his uncle, and his supposed plans of regicide. Though Nana did not know Irakles personally, she had no doubt in her mind that he wished the best for his nephew, after all, why wouldn't he? Blood is thicker than water. As far as Nana was concerned, Stephanos was probably just trying to find something to fight with him over. "He is your uncle, is he not? Surely he wouldn't dream of killing you. You are his nephew, and his king." Though Nana had little love in her heart for Stephanos, she somehow managed to know her place, so why wouldn't Prince Irakles? "He would be a fool to try anything." Perhaps Nana's words would knock some sense into the king's head. She wouldn't push any further, though.
She found herself somewhere between amused and frightened when his gaze turned onto her, stifled for a moment as how to proceed in this 'conversation,' if it could even be called such. And, when words did come out of his mouth, they seemed to be complimentary...at least, that is, until he finished his thought. She couldn't help the scarlet hue that started to burn her cheeks as she stared straight at him, furrowing her brow and biting her lip to hold her tongue and keep herself from speaking out of tongue. Usually, she would never practice such restraint, but Stephanos was higher up the pecking order, to her displeasure. Still, she would not take his words lying down. After letting out a huff, she snipped back, "Yes. I do care about her, as is my duty to her as her sister. To be candid, I place a great deal of importance in the wellbeing of my family members, especially Pia, as she is not only my sister, but my queen. I don't see how anyone who sees that could fault me for doing as such. But, of course, there are those who are out only for themselves, who care not for how their actions may affect those around them, those who love them." Nana may have considered herself the paramount of beauty, but she was not so self-seeking or heartless that she was incapable of caring for those close to her. She refused to feel any shame in that.
"But, of course, what would I know? I know all too well that the women at court have all sorts of things to say about how I live my life, and certainly that they insist I have nothing but air in my head." She shifted her gaze back in front of her, and removed herself from his arm, now using both hands to hold up her skirt, which up until this point had been dragging along the wet sand of the beach. How Nana hated the feeling of the wet fabric against her ankles. She would have to change as soon as she arrived home.
He walked along with her trailing along with him. She’d attached herself to his arm as though they were as chummy as could be, strolling along the beach at sunset, and just generally having a wonderful time. This was the first time he’d ever touched her and to say that it was in no way special was a bit of an understatement. All those suitors she was apparently having to drive away were going to be severely disappointed. Nana Leventi was no more a goddess than any of her sisters and, to Stephanos, he found every other Leventi woman preferable to this one.
It wasn’t her face or body that was off putting so much as the steady stream of nothing in particular that flowed from her mouth. All her older sisters were just as beautiful, if not more so, and all of them had more sense than she did. He felt as though he was walking with a teenager, rather than a young woman who ought to have a little more conversation and a few less barbed remarks for a man she did not even speak to on a regular basis.
They walked along, side by side, their footsteps leaving clear imprints in the pristine white sand behind them. Their path was through the surf at times and as water surged up around their ankles, it began washing away where they’d walked too, so that by the time they were in the middle of the beach, all their physical meanderings were gone and there was nothing left to show they’d ever been there.
The golden skyline was fast losing the grey of early morning and gaining a warm, golden orange hue. A bank of clouds caught the sunlight. It turned their outline into marigold yellows with hints of white. The sea splashed, with the lapping, lulling sound of the water pouring in and rushing out.
He was paying attention to the water, rather than Nana’s face as she assured him that Irakles certainly couldn’t do something like that. It was easier this way not to speak about it again. Firstly, she was flat wrong and had no idea what she was talking about. Secondly, he just couldn’t bear to look at her and see someone who believed Irakles to be innocent of those heinous crimes. It physically hurt a bit.
Thanks be to the gods that Nana moved swiftly on in the conversation, assuring him that, yes, of course she cared for Pia. Beyond anyone. And that this was a good enough reason to insinuate to her husband, of all people, that he cared less for his wife than he should. He was on the point of stopping and putting her in her place, yet again, but opted not to.
It would just fly in one ear and out the other, but he could not resist commenting on her last observation. “Oh, no, my lady, you misunderstand. They don’t think you have air in your head. They say there’s nothing.” She let go of him and walked a bit ahead. Stephanos grinned and fixed his hands behind his back. “But you and I both know that’s not true. You clearly have very deep, very intimate cares weighing on you concerning your sister.”
He watched Nana fidget with her dress but he’d stopped walking by that point. Instead, he stood there and waited for her to look back at him. “You needn’t concern yourself in Pia’s welfare to the point of making yourself anxious. Trust your sister’s judgement, if you love her so much. She is devoted to me, and I to her. There’s nothing in the world that would induce me to give her anything less than my whole heart.”
One day, Nana would learn that there was quite a world of difference between sleeping with someone for sex, and loving someone. The two did not necessarily go hand in hand. It had taken Stephanos a little while to realize it, but he did love his wife. More than he loved anyone else in the entire world. Thus, he’d sought to undo several recent mistakes he’d made. Telling Pia to send back her new lady and waiting, for example, had done wonders and he had yet to take a new mistress. For the present, Pia was it.
“I am turning back now, Lady Nana. It’s been...an interesting walk.” As much as he’d have liked to outright insult his wife’s sister, he decided he better not.
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He walked along with her trailing along with him. She’d attached herself to his arm as though they were as chummy as could be, strolling along the beach at sunset, and just generally having a wonderful time. This was the first time he’d ever touched her and to say that it was in no way special was a bit of an understatement. All those suitors she was apparently having to drive away were going to be severely disappointed. Nana Leventi was no more a goddess than any of her sisters and, to Stephanos, he found every other Leventi woman preferable to this one.
It wasn’t her face or body that was off putting so much as the steady stream of nothing in particular that flowed from her mouth. All her older sisters were just as beautiful, if not more so, and all of them had more sense than she did. He felt as though he was walking with a teenager, rather than a young woman who ought to have a little more conversation and a few less barbed remarks for a man she did not even speak to on a regular basis.
They walked along, side by side, their footsteps leaving clear imprints in the pristine white sand behind them. Their path was through the surf at times and as water surged up around their ankles, it began washing away where they’d walked too, so that by the time they were in the middle of the beach, all their physical meanderings were gone and there was nothing left to show they’d ever been there.
The golden skyline was fast losing the grey of early morning and gaining a warm, golden orange hue. A bank of clouds caught the sunlight. It turned their outline into marigold yellows with hints of white. The sea splashed, with the lapping, lulling sound of the water pouring in and rushing out.
He was paying attention to the water, rather than Nana’s face as she assured him that Irakles certainly couldn’t do something like that. It was easier this way not to speak about it again. Firstly, she was flat wrong and had no idea what she was talking about. Secondly, he just couldn’t bear to look at her and see someone who believed Irakles to be innocent of those heinous crimes. It physically hurt a bit.
Thanks be to the gods that Nana moved swiftly on in the conversation, assuring him that, yes, of course she cared for Pia. Beyond anyone. And that this was a good enough reason to insinuate to her husband, of all people, that he cared less for his wife than he should. He was on the point of stopping and putting her in her place, yet again, but opted not to.
It would just fly in one ear and out the other, but he could not resist commenting on her last observation. “Oh, no, my lady, you misunderstand. They don’t think you have air in your head. They say there’s nothing.” She let go of him and walked a bit ahead. Stephanos grinned and fixed his hands behind his back. “But you and I both know that’s not true. You clearly have very deep, very intimate cares weighing on you concerning your sister.”
He watched Nana fidget with her dress but he’d stopped walking by that point. Instead, he stood there and waited for her to look back at him. “You needn’t concern yourself in Pia’s welfare to the point of making yourself anxious. Trust your sister’s judgement, if you love her so much. She is devoted to me, and I to her. There’s nothing in the world that would induce me to give her anything less than my whole heart.”
One day, Nana would learn that there was quite a world of difference between sleeping with someone for sex, and loving someone. The two did not necessarily go hand in hand. It had taken Stephanos a little while to realize it, but he did love his wife. More than he loved anyone else in the entire world. Thus, he’d sought to undo several recent mistakes he’d made. Telling Pia to send back her new lady and waiting, for example, had done wonders and he had yet to take a new mistress. For the present, Pia was it.
“I am turning back now, Lady Nana. It’s been...an interesting walk.” As much as he’d have liked to outright insult his wife’s sister, he decided he better not.
He walked along with her trailing along with him. She’d attached herself to his arm as though they were as chummy as could be, strolling along the beach at sunset, and just generally having a wonderful time. This was the first time he’d ever touched her and to say that it was in no way special was a bit of an understatement. All those suitors she was apparently having to drive away were going to be severely disappointed. Nana Leventi was no more a goddess than any of her sisters and, to Stephanos, he found every other Leventi woman preferable to this one.
It wasn’t her face or body that was off putting so much as the steady stream of nothing in particular that flowed from her mouth. All her older sisters were just as beautiful, if not more so, and all of them had more sense than she did. He felt as though he was walking with a teenager, rather than a young woman who ought to have a little more conversation and a few less barbed remarks for a man she did not even speak to on a regular basis.
They walked along, side by side, their footsteps leaving clear imprints in the pristine white sand behind them. Their path was through the surf at times and as water surged up around their ankles, it began washing away where they’d walked too, so that by the time they were in the middle of the beach, all their physical meanderings were gone and there was nothing left to show they’d ever been there.
The golden skyline was fast losing the grey of early morning and gaining a warm, golden orange hue. A bank of clouds caught the sunlight. It turned their outline into marigold yellows with hints of white. The sea splashed, with the lapping, lulling sound of the water pouring in and rushing out.
He was paying attention to the water, rather than Nana’s face as she assured him that Irakles certainly couldn’t do something like that. It was easier this way not to speak about it again. Firstly, she was flat wrong and had no idea what she was talking about. Secondly, he just couldn’t bear to look at her and see someone who believed Irakles to be innocent of those heinous crimes. It physically hurt a bit.
Thanks be to the gods that Nana moved swiftly on in the conversation, assuring him that, yes, of course she cared for Pia. Beyond anyone. And that this was a good enough reason to insinuate to her husband, of all people, that he cared less for his wife than he should. He was on the point of stopping and putting her in her place, yet again, but opted not to.
It would just fly in one ear and out the other, but he could not resist commenting on her last observation. “Oh, no, my lady, you misunderstand. They don’t think you have air in your head. They say there’s nothing.” She let go of him and walked a bit ahead. Stephanos grinned and fixed his hands behind his back. “But you and I both know that’s not true. You clearly have very deep, very intimate cares weighing on you concerning your sister.”
He watched Nana fidget with her dress but he’d stopped walking by that point. Instead, he stood there and waited for her to look back at him. “You needn’t concern yourself in Pia’s welfare to the point of making yourself anxious. Trust your sister’s judgement, if you love her so much. She is devoted to me, and I to her. There’s nothing in the world that would induce me to give her anything less than my whole heart.”
One day, Nana would learn that there was quite a world of difference between sleeping with someone for sex, and loving someone. The two did not necessarily go hand in hand. It had taken Stephanos a little while to realize it, but he did love his wife. More than he loved anyone else in the entire world. Thus, he’d sought to undo several recent mistakes he’d made. Telling Pia to send back her new lady and waiting, for example, had done wonders and he had yet to take a new mistress. For the present, Pia was it.
“I am turning back now, Lady Nana. It’s been...an interesting walk.” As much as he’d have liked to outright insult his wife’s sister, he decided he better not.
It wasn't until her brother-in-law spoke of his devotion to her sister that Nana stopped, and turned to face him. For what seemed like such a long time, she had held her tongue, but at that moment, Stephanos opened the floodgates for Nana to say everything she had been dying to. There would be no mercy for Stephanos. "How...How dare you." She could put up with him calling her an idiot, or lazy, but she would not tolerate his lies. Nana would do right by her sister, as Pia had done for her so many times in the past. As she collected all of her rage to attack her king, Nana could feel her heard pounding in her ears, and looked down to see her hands trembling. She was afraid. Afraid to call out her king. But, she'd already shown him impertinence, so there was no turning back now. Nana would give the Mikaelidas exactly what he deserved.
"It is amazing to me how you can lie so easily. You say you love my sister with your whole heart, yet you...you toss her aside as soon as you lose interest. She is pregnant with your child, Stephanos!" It was at this point that the reassurance that she had the moral high-ground took over, and bolstered Nana's confidence in standing up to her ruler. She slowly started to walk back to him, to make him face the truth. "Do you have any idea of the shame you have brought upon my sister? Upon the Leventi family? Everyone knows what you do behind closed doors. Everyone. So don't take me for a fool. I may not be as intelligent as my sisters, but I know right from wrong." As she approached the Mikaelidas, Nana thrusted a pointed finger into his chest, glaring up at him. "You have done wrong by Olympia. Do not try to tell me that I am out of line for wanting to protect her."
Nana could feel her lip quivering as she struggled to hold back tears she was too busy to notice brimming in her eyes. Nana was completely distraught for her sister upon her uncle making public knowledge of her husband's infidelity. Though she had little opinion of him before that point, as she had never seen him as a marriage prospect for herself, any trust that Nana had put in Stephanos as Olympia's husband was destroyed with that revelation. Nobody deserved to be treated in such a way, least of all being Pia. Pia was perhaps the softest and kindest of the five: always a shoulder to cry on, always the trusted confidante. How could Stephanos betray a woman who devoted herself to him fully? Nana could never understand.
She let her tears fall as she pulled away from her brother-in-law, and moved to walk past him, back to Chrysea, back to her home. "You have betrayed the one woman in this world who will love you unconditionally. It may not have sunk in yet, but it will, eventually, and you will regret it for the rest of your life. Firstly, because you will ultimately have to answer to Hera for your transgressions, but more importantly, because you have broken my sister's heart. I hope you can live with yourself, your majesty."
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It wasn't until her brother-in-law spoke of his devotion to her sister that Nana stopped, and turned to face him. For what seemed like such a long time, she had held her tongue, but at that moment, Stephanos opened the floodgates for Nana to say everything she had been dying to. There would be no mercy for Stephanos. "How...How dare you." She could put up with him calling her an idiot, or lazy, but she would not tolerate his lies. Nana would do right by her sister, as Pia had done for her so many times in the past. As she collected all of her rage to attack her king, Nana could feel her heard pounding in her ears, and looked down to see her hands trembling. She was afraid. Afraid to call out her king. But, she'd already shown him impertinence, so there was no turning back now. Nana would give the Mikaelidas exactly what he deserved.
"It is amazing to me how you can lie so easily. You say you love my sister with your whole heart, yet you...you toss her aside as soon as you lose interest. She is pregnant with your child, Stephanos!" It was at this point that the reassurance that she had the moral high-ground took over, and bolstered Nana's confidence in standing up to her ruler. She slowly started to walk back to him, to make him face the truth. "Do you have any idea of the shame you have brought upon my sister? Upon the Leventi family? Everyone knows what you do behind closed doors. Everyone. So don't take me for a fool. I may not be as intelligent as my sisters, but I know right from wrong." As she approached the Mikaelidas, Nana thrusted a pointed finger into his chest, glaring up at him. "You have done wrong by Olympia. Do not try to tell me that I am out of line for wanting to protect her."
Nana could feel her lip quivering as she struggled to hold back tears she was too busy to notice brimming in her eyes. Nana was completely distraught for her sister upon her uncle making public knowledge of her husband's infidelity. Though she had little opinion of him before that point, as she had never seen him as a marriage prospect for herself, any trust that Nana had put in Stephanos as Olympia's husband was destroyed with that revelation. Nobody deserved to be treated in such a way, least of all being Pia. Pia was perhaps the softest and kindest of the five: always a shoulder to cry on, always the trusted confidante. How could Stephanos betray a woman who devoted herself to him fully? Nana could never understand.
She let her tears fall as she pulled away from her brother-in-law, and moved to walk past him, back to Chrysea, back to her home. "You have betrayed the one woman in this world who will love you unconditionally. It may not have sunk in yet, but it will, eventually, and you will regret it for the rest of your life. Firstly, because you will ultimately have to answer to Hera for your transgressions, but more importantly, because you have broken my sister's heart. I hope you can live with yourself, your majesty."
It wasn't until her brother-in-law spoke of his devotion to her sister that Nana stopped, and turned to face him. For what seemed like such a long time, she had held her tongue, but at that moment, Stephanos opened the floodgates for Nana to say everything she had been dying to. There would be no mercy for Stephanos. "How...How dare you." She could put up with him calling her an idiot, or lazy, but she would not tolerate his lies. Nana would do right by her sister, as Pia had done for her so many times in the past. As she collected all of her rage to attack her king, Nana could feel her heard pounding in her ears, and looked down to see her hands trembling. She was afraid. Afraid to call out her king. But, she'd already shown him impertinence, so there was no turning back now. Nana would give the Mikaelidas exactly what he deserved.
"It is amazing to me how you can lie so easily. You say you love my sister with your whole heart, yet you...you toss her aside as soon as you lose interest. She is pregnant with your child, Stephanos!" It was at this point that the reassurance that she had the moral high-ground took over, and bolstered Nana's confidence in standing up to her ruler. She slowly started to walk back to him, to make him face the truth. "Do you have any idea of the shame you have brought upon my sister? Upon the Leventi family? Everyone knows what you do behind closed doors. Everyone. So don't take me for a fool. I may not be as intelligent as my sisters, but I know right from wrong." As she approached the Mikaelidas, Nana thrusted a pointed finger into his chest, glaring up at him. "You have done wrong by Olympia. Do not try to tell me that I am out of line for wanting to protect her."
Nana could feel her lip quivering as she struggled to hold back tears she was too busy to notice brimming in her eyes. Nana was completely distraught for her sister upon her uncle making public knowledge of her husband's infidelity. Though she had little opinion of him before that point, as she had never seen him as a marriage prospect for herself, any trust that Nana had put in Stephanos as Olympia's husband was destroyed with that revelation. Nobody deserved to be treated in such a way, least of all being Pia. Pia was perhaps the softest and kindest of the five: always a shoulder to cry on, always the trusted confidante. How could Stephanos betray a woman who devoted herself to him fully? Nana could never understand.
She let her tears fall as she pulled away from her brother-in-law, and moved to walk past him, back to Chrysea, back to her home. "You have betrayed the one woman in this world who will love you unconditionally. It may not have sunk in yet, but it will, eventually, and you will regret it for the rest of your life. Firstly, because you will ultimately have to answer to Hera for your transgressions, but more importantly, because you have broken my sister's heart. I hope you can live with yourself, your majesty."
Her ‘how dare you’ made him turn slowly. He leveled her with a blue stare and he did not bother to disguise it with anything resembling patience. A smirk lifted his lips as he listened to her call him a liar and then make ludicrous accusations. Her face was pale and she looked to be shaking. Rather than goad her, he placed his hands on his hips and watched her in total silence as she walked toward him, looking like she was winding up, rather than slowing down in her speech.
It was incredible to him that she would have the audacity to bring any of this up to him, of all people. This wasn’t how the game was played. If she had problems with his behavior, she was free to complain behind a her hand, into someone’s ear, in a whisper. Not to the king himself. She was not his friend. She was not his blood sister. She was not his lover. She was not his advisor.
Nana Leventi was in a weird middle ground of being technically family and yet someone he did not associate with at all. He understood that the ‘shame’ she spoke of might reflect on Olympia, and therefore indirectly on herself, but it was negligible.
“Your sister is the queen,” he said flatly. “Do not concern yourself with her shame or attribute it to yourself. By her very status, you are nigh untouchable. Men will fall at your feet.” He made a mocking bow at her, ready to turn and leave her again to her shrieking. But she wasn’t done. Slipping up to him, faster than he would have expected, he looked down to find her fingers jabbing against his chest and her face near to his. Her eyes were dark and angry, her features twisted in righteous fury.
He glared at her, eyes wide, anger mounting. “Don’t touch me,” he took her by the wrist, delicate enough for her, but firm enough not to let her just rip free, and removed her hand, stepping around her. Her quavering lip and the brightness of her eyes did not sway him the way she no doubt hoped it would.
She was apparently as done with this conversation as he was because her tears fell and she angrily stepped around him, to walk but she kept up a steady stream of conversation as she did. An angry stream that made him more and more furious the longer her voice kept trailing into the air. His feet were moving quite before he could get wholly in control of himself and he grabbed her upper arm, whirling her back around to face him.
“Do not speak to me of family shame when you are nothing but a spoiled, naive, stupid girl!” It was low. This wasn’t a game anymore and it was in no mood to be abused by anyone, especially not the little sister of Pia, who apparently knew nothing at all about his and Pia’s relationship. He didn’t feel like explaining himself to her, nor did he need to. Kings had many lovers. It was done. That didn’t negate his feelings for his wife or his coming heir.
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Her ‘how dare you’ made him turn slowly. He leveled her with a blue stare and he did not bother to disguise it with anything resembling patience. A smirk lifted his lips as he listened to her call him a liar and then make ludicrous accusations. Her face was pale and she looked to be shaking. Rather than goad her, he placed his hands on his hips and watched her in total silence as she walked toward him, looking like she was winding up, rather than slowing down in her speech.
It was incredible to him that she would have the audacity to bring any of this up to him, of all people. This wasn’t how the game was played. If she had problems with his behavior, she was free to complain behind a her hand, into someone’s ear, in a whisper. Not to the king himself. She was not his friend. She was not his blood sister. She was not his lover. She was not his advisor.
Nana Leventi was in a weird middle ground of being technically family and yet someone he did not associate with at all. He understood that the ‘shame’ she spoke of might reflect on Olympia, and therefore indirectly on herself, but it was negligible.
“Your sister is the queen,” he said flatly. “Do not concern yourself with her shame or attribute it to yourself. By her very status, you are nigh untouchable. Men will fall at your feet.” He made a mocking bow at her, ready to turn and leave her again to her shrieking. But she wasn’t done. Slipping up to him, faster than he would have expected, he looked down to find her fingers jabbing against his chest and her face near to his. Her eyes were dark and angry, her features twisted in righteous fury.
He glared at her, eyes wide, anger mounting. “Don’t touch me,” he took her by the wrist, delicate enough for her, but firm enough not to let her just rip free, and removed her hand, stepping around her. Her quavering lip and the brightness of her eyes did not sway him the way she no doubt hoped it would.
She was apparently as done with this conversation as he was because her tears fell and she angrily stepped around him, to walk but she kept up a steady stream of conversation as she did. An angry stream that made him more and more furious the longer her voice kept trailing into the air. His feet were moving quite before he could get wholly in control of himself and he grabbed her upper arm, whirling her back around to face him.
“Do not speak to me of family shame when you are nothing but a spoiled, naive, stupid girl!” It was low. This wasn’t a game anymore and it was in no mood to be abused by anyone, especially not the little sister of Pia, who apparently knew nothing at all about his and Pia’s relationship. He didn’t feel like explaining himself to her, nor did he need to. Kings had many lovers. It was done. That didn’t negate his feelings for his wife or his coming heir.
Her ‘how dare you’ made him turn slowly. He leveled her with a blue stare and he did not bother to disguise it with anything resembling patience. A smirk lifted his lips as he listened to her call him a liar and then make ludicrous accusations. Her face was pale and she looked to be shaking. Rather than goad her, he placed his hands on his hips and watched her in total silence as she walked toward him, looking like she was winding up, rather than slowing down in her speech.
It was incredible to him that she would have the audacity to bring any of this up to him, of all people. This wasn’t how the game was played. If she had problems with his behavior, she was free to complain behind a her hand, into someone’s ear, in a whisper. Not to the king himself. She was not his friend. She was not his blood sister. She was not his lover. She was not his advisor.
Nana Leventi was in a weird middle ground of being technically family and yet someone he did not associate with at all. He understood that the ‘shame’ she spoke of might reflect on Olympia, and therefore indirectly on herself, but it was negligible.
“Your sister is the queen,” he said flatly. “Do not concern yourself with her shame or attribute it to yourself. By her very status, you are nigh untouchable. Men will fall at your feet.” He made a mocking bow at her, ready to turn and leave her again to her shrieking. But she wasn’t done. Slipping up to him, faster than he would have expected, he looked down to find her fingers jabbing against his chest and her face near to his. Her eyes were dark and angry, her features twisted in righteous fury.
He glared at her, eyes wide, anger mounting. “Don’t touch me,” he took her by the wrist, delicate enough for her, but firm enough not to let her just rip free, and removed her hand, stepping around her. Her quavering lip and the brightness of her eyes did not sway him the way she no doubt hoped it would.
She was apparently as done with this conversation as he was because her tears fell and she angrily stepped around him, to walk but she kept up a steady stream of conversation as she did. An angry stream that made him more and more furious the longer her voice kept trailing into the air. His feet were moving quite before he could get wholly in control of himself and he grabbed her upper arm, whirling her back around to face him.
“Do not speak to me of family shame when you are nothing but a spoiled, naive, stupid girl!” It was low. This wasn’t a game anymore and it was in no mood to be abused by anyone, especially not the little sister of Pia, who apparently knew nothing at all about his and Pia’s relationship. He didn’t feel like explaining himself to her, nor did he need to. Kings had many lovers. It was done. That didn’t negate his feelings for his wife or his coming heir.
It surprised Nana that she hadn't yet burst into flames in her anger at the Mikaelidas. Though she felt her bravery waver when the king grabbed ahold of the hand she thrusted against his chest, his words acted as tinder to the fire of anger that burned inside her, seeming to consume her in this moment.
"Don't you act as if you have the moral high ground here. And do not tell me what I can and cannot concern myself with. Olympia is my sister. Just because you failed to protect your brother doesn't mean that I cannot try to protect her."
At this point, the Leventi had let out her fair share of sniffles, wiping away the tears that threatened to ruin her complexion with her fingers. Even at a moment such as this, Nana could not and would not compromise her beauty. Stephanos would never be worth it.
It seemed that whenever she spent too much time around Stephanos, she would grow weary, and this was exactly one of those moments. Though Nana loved to argue, she was quickly becoming emotionally exhausted, and she was quite sure that once she returned to the manor, she would have to go and get a few more hours of sleep, at least, before she would be energized enough to socialize with her beloved family.
Well. That was the plan, until the king grabbed ahold of her arm with a tight grip, hurling rather weak insults at her, if she was honest. Really? He couldn't have done better than calling her stupid and spoiled? As far as she was aware, countless women at court whispered those exact same words about her behind her back, and she couldn't care less. Coming from her brother-in-law, who she obviously harbored a great deal of loathing for, it mattered even less to her.
But, grabbing her? Nana may have been the queen of invading space, but nobody, especially no man, touched her without her explicit approval to do so. Faster than a flash of lightning sent from Zeus himself, Nana spun to face the man, aided by his grip on her arm, and her open hand made glorious contact with his cheek. If Nana hadn't delivered the hit, perhaps she would have flinched, but even with the faint sting in her palm, her face was steely.
The second-youngest Leventi jerked her arm out of his grip, and took a step back, doing the best she could to hide the fear that was bubbling up under the surface. "Do not touch me, your majesty. I am not some common whore that you can throw around as you wish. I am Nana of Leventi, and you will treat me with the respect that my lineage demands."
Nana was certain that if there was any moment where it was paramount for her to hold her tongue, this would have been the one, but she would not stand for her brother-in-law's disrespect any further. Yes, she may have stooped to his level in the process, but she would not be ashamed. Her rudeness came completely from a place of love for her sister. Aaaand maybe, perhaps a biiiit from deciding to take it more personally than she really had the right to. But who would say that she wasn't noble in her efforts?
She could only hope that she hadn't gone so far across the line as to warrant the king to take things any further. Perhaps it would be best to remind the king what they had in common.
"I would take this moment to remind you of your love for your wife. And of the fact that I love her just as much as you do. Perhaps it would be wise to keep that in mind before making any rash decisions that you will regret, your majesty."
Namely, hurting, maiming, or killing Nana. Or doing anything to her face. That would be just as horrible.
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It surprised Nana that she hadn't yet burst into flames in her anger at the Mikaelidas. Though she felt her bravery waver when the king grabbed ahold of the hand she thrusted against his chest, his words acted as tinder to the fire of anger that burned inside her, seeming to consume her in this moment.
"Don't you act as if you have the moral high ground here. And do not tell me what I can and cannot concern myself with. Olympia is my sister. Just because you failed to protect your brother doesn't mean that I cannot try to protect her."
At this point, the Leventi had let out her fair share of sniffles, wiping away the tears that threatened to ruin her complexion with her fingers. Even at a moment such as this, Nana could not and would not compromise her beauty. Stephanos would never be worth it.
It seemed that whenever she spent too much time around Stephanos, she would grow weary, and this was exactly one of those moments. Though Nana loved to argue, she was quickly becoming emotionally exhausted, and she was quite sure that once she returned to the manor, she would have to go and get a few more hours of sleep, at least, before she would be energized enough to socialize with her beloved family.
Well. That was the plan, until the king grabbed ahold of her arm with a tight grip, hurling rather weak insults at her, if she was honest. Really? He couldn't have done better than calling her stupid and spoiled? As far as she was aware, countless women at court whispered those exact same words about her behind her back, and she couldn't care less. Coming from her brother-in-law, who she obviously harbored a great deal of loathing for, it mattered even less to her.
But, grabbing her? Nana may have been the queen of invading space, but nobody, especially no man, touched her without her explicit approval to do so. Faster than a flash of lightning sent from Zeus himself, Nana spun to face the man, aided by his grip on her arm, and her open hand made glorious contact with his cheek. If Nana hadn't delivered the hit, perhaps she would have flinched, but even with the faint sting in her palm, her face was steely.
The second-youngest Leventi jerked her arm out of his grip, and took a step back, doing the best she could to hide the fear that was bubbling up under the surface. "Do not touch me, your majesty. I am not some common whore that you can throw around as you wish. I am Nana of Leventi, and you will treat me with the respect that my lineage demands."
Nana was certain that if there was any moment where it was paramount for her to hold her tongue, this would have been the one, but she would not stand for her brother-in-law's disrespect any further. Yes, she may have stooped to his level in the process, but she would not be ashamed. Her rudeness came completely from a place of love for her sister. Aaaand maybe, perhaps a biiiit from deciding to take it more personally than she really had the right to. But who would say that she wasn't noble in her efforts?
She could only hope that she hadn't gone so far across the line as to warrant the king to take things any further. Perhaps it would be best to remind the king what they had in common.
"I would take this moment to remind you of your love for your wife. And of the fact that I love her just as much as you do. Perhaps it would be wise to keep that in mind before making any rash decisions that you will regret, your majesty."
Namely, hurting, maiming, or killing Nana. Or doing anything to her face. That would be just as horrible.
It surprised Nana that she hadn't yet burst into flames in her anger at the Mikaelidas. Though she felt her bravery waver when the king grabbed ahold of the hand she thrusted against his chest, his words acted as tinder to the fire of anger that burned inside her, seeming to consume her in this moment.
"Don't you act as if you have the moral high ground here. And do not tell me what I can and cannot concern myself with. Olympia is my sister. Just because you failed to protect your brother doesn't mean that I cannot try to protect her."
At this point, the Leventi had let out her fair share of sniffles, wiping away the tears that threatened to ruin her complexion with her fingers. Even at a moment such as this, Nana could not and would not compromise her beauty. Stephanos would never be worth it.
It seemed that whenever she spent too much time around Stephanos, she would grow weary, and this was exactly one of those moments. Though Nana loved to argue, she was quickly becoming emotionally exhausted, and she was quite sure that once she returned to the manor, she would have to go and get a few more hours of sleep, at least, before she would be energized enough to socialize with her beloved family.
Well. That was the plan, until the king grabbed ahold of her arm with a tight grip, hurling rather weak insults at her, if she was honest. Really? He couldn't have done better than calling her stupid and spoiled? As far as she was aware, countless women at court whispered those exact same words about her behind her back, and she couldn't care less. Coming from her brother-in-law, who she obviously harbored a great deal of loathing for, it mattered even less to her.
But, grabbing her? Nana may have been the queen of invading space, but nobody, especially no man, touched her without her explicit approval to do so. Faster than a flash of lightning sent from Zeus himself, Nana spun to face the man, aided by his grip on her arm, and her open hand made glorious contact with his cheek. If Nana hadn't delivered the hit, perhaps she would have flinched, but even with the faint sting in her palm, her face was steely.
The second-youngest Leventi jerked her arm out of his grip, and took a step back, doing the best she could to hide the fear that was bubbling up under the surface. "Do not touch me, your majesty. I am not some common whore that you can throw around as you wish. I am Nana of Leventi, and you will treat me with the respect that my lineage demands."
Nana was certain that if there was any moment where it was paramount for her to hold her tongue, this would have been the one, but she would not stand for her brother-in-law's disrespect any further. Yes, she may have stooped to his level in the process, but she would not be ashamed. Her rudeness came completely from a place of love for her sister. Aaaand maybe, perhaps a biiiit from deciding to take it more personally than she really had the right to. But who would say that she wasn't noble in her efforts?
She could only hope that she hadn't gone so far across the line as to warrant the king to take things any further. Perhaps it would be best to remind the king what they had in common.
"I would take this moment to remind you of your love for your wife. And of the fact that I love her just as much as you do. Perhaps it would be wise to keep that in mind before making any rash decisions that you will regret, your majesty."
Namely, hurting, maiming, or killing Nana. Or doing anything to her face. That would be just as horrible.
Blood roared in his ears the second she essentially blamed him for the crown prince’s murder. She couldn’t know that he’d laid awake at night and thought, over and over, about how close he was to his brother’s rooms. Why he hadn’t heard a Creed member sneak in and slay his bother - or noticed the body being dragged away and hidden. How he hadn’t been awake while his father was also murdered. Why he, the worst of his family, was spared when the two other, better men, weren’t.
She didn’t know all that. But she should have.
Perhaps Olympia was protecting him by not confiding in Nana that, in order to sleep and prevent nightmares, Stephanos drank heavily enough to pass out. That he was constantly on edge and trying to figure out where Irakles had made him look like an idiot, or passed missives or paid off advisors without his knowledge. How every day was dedicated to fighting his uncle for control and how he couldn’t really say anything to anyone without looking like a paranoid lunatic.
Nana knew none of these things.
So when her hand connected violently with his face, so hard that the smack rang out into the early morning air, he ceased listening to anything she said. He didn’t hear her trying to assert dominance by swinging her family name in his face. He didn’t care. Red seeped across his vision and a strange, black sort of haze was at the edges, giving him a view of her as though through a cylinder so that only she was visible and the rest of the world didn’t matter. A little bit like he would a few days from now when he would punch Irakles in the jaw in front of the whole Senate.
With lethal calm, his arm shot out and his hand clamped down around her upper arm, dragging her back to him. The only reason she was still standing was because she was a woman, but it was still taking every single ounce of self control he had left in order not to slap her straight across the face, harder than she did to him. If he did it, her cheek would likely shatter. That knowledge alone saved her from that fate.
“I am the King of Taengea,” he said in a dead tone, staring straight into her eyes. Nothing was registering but a want to never see her again. “You will never touch me again or I will have you executed and hang your pretty little body up in the throne room as an example to all the other moronic brats in the Leventi household.”
Gritting his teeth, he violently shoved her backward against the sand and stood over her for a second, staring her down. “I am not responsible for my brother’s death,” he said tersely. Then he began walking, but he turned and pointed at her.
“Do not speak to me. Ever again. That’s a royal command.”
He did not wait for her to answer. He left the beach, hating himself every step of the way as reason began to take back over. Gods. He needed to get away.
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Blood roared in his ears the second she essentially blamed him for the crown prince’s murder. She couldn’t know that he’d laid awake at night and thought, over and over, about how close he was to his brother’s rooms. Why he hadn’t heard a Creed member sneak in and slay his bother - or noticed the body being dragged away and hidden. How he hadn’t been awake while his father was also murdered. Why he, the worst of his family, was spared when the two other, better men, weren’t.
She didn’t know all that. But she should have.
Perhaps Olympia was protecting him by not confiding in Nana that, in order to sleep and prevent nightmares, Stephanos drank heavily enough to pass out. That he was constantly on edge and trying to figure out where Irakles had made him look like an idiot, or passed missives or paid off advisors without his knowledge. How every day was dedicated to fighting his uncle for control and how he couldn’t really say anything to anyone without looking like a paranoid lunatic.
Nana knew none of these things.
So when her hand connected violently with his face, so hard that the smack rang out into the early morning air, he ceased listening to anything she said. He didn’t hear her trying to assert dominance by swinging her family name in his face. He didn’t care. Red seeped across his vision and a strange, black sort of haze was at the edges, giving him a view of her as though through a cylinder so that only she was visible and the rest of the world didn’t matter. A little bit like he would a few days from now when he would punch Irakles in the jaw in front of the whole Senate.
With lethal calm, his arm shot out and his hand clamped down around her upper arm, dragging her back to him. The only reason she was still standing was because she was a woman, but it was still taking every single ounce of self control he had left in order not to slap her straight across the face, harder than she did to him. If he did it, her cheek would likely shatter. That knowledge alone saved her from that fate.
“I am the King of Taengea,” he said in a dead tone, staring straight into her eyes. Nothing was registering but a want to never see her again. “You will never touch me again or I will have you executed and hang your pretty little body up in the throne room as an example to all the other moronic brats in the Leventi household.”
Gritting his teeth, he violently shoved her backward against the sand and stood over her for a second, staring her down. “I am not responsible for my brother’s death,” he said tersely. Then he began walking, but he turned and pointed at her.
“Do not speak to me. Ever again. That’s a royal command.”
He did not wait for her to answer. He left the beach, hating himself every step of the way as reason began to take back over. Gods. He needed to get away.
Blood roared in his ears the second she essentially blamed him for the crown prince’s murder. She couldn’t know that he’d laid awake at night and thought, over and over, about how close he was to his brother’s rooms. Why he hadn’t heard a Creed member sneak in and slay his bother - or noticed the body being dragged away and hidden. How he hadn’t been awake while his father was also murdered. Why he, the worst of his family, was spared when the two other, better men, weren’t.
She didn’t know all that. But she should have.
Perhaps Olympia was protecting him by not confiding in Nana that, in order to sleep and prevent nightmares, Stephanos drank heavily enough to pass out. That he was constantly on edge and trying to figure out where Irakles had made him look like an idiot, or passed missives or paid off advisors without his knowledge. How every day was dedicated to fighting his uncle for control and how he couldn’t really say anything to anyone without looking like a paranoid lunatic.
Nana knew none of these things.
So when her hand connected violently with his face, so hard that the smack rang out into the early morning air, he ceased listening to anything she said. He didn’t hear her trying to assert dominance by swinging her family name in his face. He didn’t care. Red seeped across his vision and a strange, black sort of haze was at the edges, giving him a view of her as though through a cylinder so that only she was visible and the rest of the world didn’t matter. A little bit like he would a few days from now when he would punch Irakles in the jaw in front of the whole Senate.
With lethal calm, his arm shot out and his hand clamped down around her upper arm, dragging her back to him. The only reason she was still standing was because she was a woman, but it was still taking every single ounce of self control he had left in order not to slap her straight across the face, harder than she did to him. If he did it, her cheek would likely shatter. That knowledge alone saved her from that fate.
“I am the King of Taengea,” he said in a dead tone, staring straight into her eyes. Nothing was registering but a want to never see her again. “You will never touch me again or I will have you executed and hang your pretty little body up in the throne room as an example to all the other moronic brats in the Leventi household.”
Gritting his teeth, he violently shoved her backward against the sand and stood over her for a second, staring her down. “I am not responsible for my brother’s death,” he said tersely. Then he began walking, but he turned and pointed at her.
“Do not speak to me. Ever again. That’s a royal command.”
He did not wait for her to answer. He left the beach, hating himself every step of the way as reason began to take back over. Gods. He needed to get away.
Though Nana had no idea how she expected the king to react, this turn of events was not even a passing thought. Any bravery that she had mustered up dissipated as soon as her brother-in-law clamped onto her arm, painfully tight, and yanked her back. His words were frightening, to say the least. And the sheer fury that showed on the king's face indicated that his words were a promise, not a threat. In that moment, Nana could feel the fear rising in her stomach, almost making her queasy. Never in her life had she seen Stephanos so intense. And never in her life would she have wanted that intensity to be focused on her. This was bad.
The Leventi tried to yank her arm away from the Mikaelidas multiple times, but the panic that had started to pervade her thoughts destroyed any sense of composure the girl had left, and her attempts to free herself from the man's grasp proved to be futile.
But, soon enough, the Mikaelidas relinquished his grip on the blonde. Only to push her down in the sand, where he no doubt thought she belonged. Perhaps if she wasn't so caught up in fearing for her life, Nana would have found a proverbial treasure-trove of reasons to complain: namely, that her chiton and sandals could have gotten water damage. But, it seemed that, at least in this moment, it would be best to worry about "more important" things, lest Stephanos actually follow through on what he said he would do to her.
Nana instinctually found herself trying to make distance between herself and her brother-in-law, scooting herself back through wet sand, yet not taking her eyes off her would-be attacker. If he did anything more, she would run. Run and tell someone. Anyone. No. Pia.
The ferocity with which Stephanos spoke left the Leventi lost for words. And, it seemed, that was a good thing, as soon after he finally started to walk away from her, he turned back to her and forbade her from speaking to him. Nana couldn't help but flinch, fearing that perhaps he had decided to spare her, but changed his mind. But then, he was on the move again. The blonde's lip trembled as the Mikaelidas king walked away, unwanted tears welling up in already-reddened eyes.
For a few moments after her brother-in-law had left her, the girl sat in the sand, letting her tears flow and wallowing in her self-pity, and wondering how her sweet, sweet sister had ended up with such a monster of a man. That was, at least, until the frigid water of the surf came crashing up against her skirts and she shot up like an arrow, dashing to dry land.
The Leventi wiped her eyes and patted her cheeks vigorously as she walked back to where Chrysea stood, patiently waiting for her return. Of one thing, she was certain: it would definitely be a long day ahead of her.
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Though Nana had no idea how she expected the king to react, this turn of events was not even a passing thought. Any bravery that she had mustered up dissipated as soon as her brother-in-law clamped onto her arm, painfully tight, and yanked her back. His words were frightening, to say the least. And the sheer fury that showed on the king's face indicated that his words were a promise, not a threat. In that moment, Nana could feel the fear rising in her stomach, almost making her queasy. Never in her life had she seen Stephanos so intense. And never in her life would she have wanted that intensity to be focused on her. This was bad.
The Leventi tried to yank her arm away from the Mikaelidas multiple times, but the panic that had started to pervade her thoughts destroyed any sense of composure the girl had left, and her attempts to free herself from the man's grasp proved to be futile.
But, soon enough, the Mikaelidas relinquished his grip on the blonde. Only to push her down in the sand, where he no doubt thought she belonged. Perhaps if she wasn't so caught up in fearing for her life, Nana would have found a proverbial treasure-trove of reasons to complain: namely, that her chiton and sandals could have gotten water damage. But, it seemed that, at least in this moment, it would be best to worry about "more important" things, lest Stephanos actually follow through on what he said he would do to her.
Nana instinctually found herself trying to make distance between herself and her brother-in-law, scooting herself back through wet sand, yet not taking her eyes off her would-be attacker. If he did anything more, she would run. Run and tell someone. Anyone. No. Pia.
The ferocity with which Stephanos spoke left the Leventi lost for words. And, it seemed, that was a good thing, as soon after he finally started to walk away from her, he turned back to her and forbade her from speaking to him. Nana couldn't help but flinch, fearing that perhaps he had decided to spare her, but changed his mind. But then, he was on the move again. The blonde's lip trembled as the Mikaelidas king walked away, unwanted tears welling up in already-reddened eyes.
For a few moments after her brother-in-law had left her, the girl sat in the sand, letting her tears flow and wallowing in her self-pity, and wondering how her sweet, sweet sister had ended up with such a monster of a man. That was, at least, until the frigid water of the surf came crashing up against her skirts and she shot up like an arrow, dashing to dry land.
The Leventi wiped her eyes and patted her cheeks vigorously as she walked back to where Chrysea stood, patiently waiting for her return. Of one thing, she was certain: it would definitely be a long day ahead of her.
Though Nana had no idea how she expected the king to react, this turn of events was not even a passing thought. Any bravery that she had mustered up dissipated as soon as her brother-in-law clamped onto her arm, painfully tight, and yanked her back. His words were frightening, to say the least. And the sheer fury that showed on the king's face indicated that his words were a promise, not a threat. In that moment, Nana could feel the fear rising in her stomach, almost making her queasy. Never in her life had she seen Stephanos so intense. And never in her life would she have wanted that intensity to be focused on her. This was bad.
The Leventi tried to yank her arm away from the Mikaelidas multiple times, but the panic that had started to pervade her thoughts destroyed any sense of composure the girl had left, and her attempts to free herself from the man's grasp proved to be futile.
But, soon enough, the Mikaelidas relinquished his grip on the blonde. Only to push her down in the sand, where he no doubt thought she belonged. Perhaps if she wasn't so caught up in fearing for her life, Nana would have found a proverbial treasure-trove of reasons to complain: namely, that her chiton and sandals could have gotten water damage. But, it seemed that, at least in this moment, it would be best to worry about "more important" things, lest Stephanos actually follow through on what he said he would do to her.
Nana instinctually found herself trying to make distance between herself and her brother-in-law, scooting herself back through wet sand, yet not taking her eyes off her would-be attacker. If he did anything more, she would run. Run and tell someone. Anyone. No. Pia.
The ferocity with which Stephanos spoke left the Leventi lost for words. And, it seemed, that was a good thing, as soon after he finally started to walk away from her, he turned back to her and forbade her from speaking to him. Nana couldn't help but flinch, fearing that perhaps he had decided to spare her, but changed his mind. But then, he was on the move again. The blonde's lip trembled as the Mikaelidas king walked away, unwanted tears welling up in already-reddened eyes.
For a few moments after her brother-in-law had left her, the girl sat in the sand, letting her tears flow and wallowing in her self-pity, and wondering how her sweet, sweet sister had ended up with such a monster of a man. That was, at least, until the frigid water of the surf came crashing up against her skirts and she shot up like an arrow, dashing to dry land.
The Leventi wiped her eyes and patted her cheeks vigorously as she walked back to where Chrysea stood, patiently waiting for her return. Of one thing, she was certain: it would definitely be a long day ahead of her.