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Circenia of Xanthos, sister to the king and princess of Athenia, had never been a girl prone to anxious nerves, but today was not just any day. Today could change the very course of her life, could determine the extent of her future. If there was any day where anxiety was acceptable, it was this one.
The youngest daughter of the royal line at twenty one years, Circenia had been a prize long sought after. As intelligent as she was beautiful, the princess never had a shortage of suitors, but today, she was set to meet one of the only ones who ever held any real interest for her. Keikelius of House Stravos, a wealthy merchant’s house that controlled much of the commerce of the kingdom.
Spoiled rotten and accustomed to a lavish, ostentatious lifestyle, Circenia would never settle for anything less, and with the money House Stravos possessed… she had to admit such a marriage had a certain appeal. Her brother Minas had told her of the proposal not even a week prior, expecting her to shoot it down just as she had all the others, but to his surprise, she’d actually seemed interested. She’d even agreed to meet this man Keikelius, much to the king’s delight, and a date was set without further ado.
Today was that day.
Attended by three of her retainers, Circenia strolled through the gardens of the palati, while her ladies in waiting kept a respectful distance. A warm and balmy day, the princess was clad in a scarlet peplos of the finest silk, the hem of the garment worked with delicate golden embroidery. She’d had it commissioned especially for this meeting, worked in the colors of House Stravos in honor of her potential mate. Her arms and shoulders were left bare, though gold and ruby bracelets and armbands caught and reflected the gathering sunlight. Matching chains decorated her neck while ruby drops hung from her ears, eye-catching in their glittering beauty. Ruby and garnet fibulae held her peplos in place, while a shimmering diamond tiara resting atop elaborately braided hair capped off the entire ensemble. Relying on her own natural beauty, her face was left mostly bare, save for a touch of carmine to redden her lips and a brush of kohl to emphasize the clear blue of her eyes. Circenia was determined to make an impression, and such a look was sure to do just that.
With it being such a beautiful day, Circenia had requested the meeting to be held outdoors where the natural light of Helios might accentuate what she had to offer. She’d spent hours that morning getting ready, driving her ladies mad as they adjusted and readjusted her outfit, styled and restyled her hair, and searched the palati high and low for just the perfect jewels, only to have the princess refuse almost all of them. Though it had taken hours of work, the final product was stunning, and Circenia was more than satisfied with the result. She just hoped Keikelius was, as well.
Approaching the agreed upon meeting place in front of one of the larger, more elaborate fountains of the palati gardens, Circenia took a deep breath and steeled herself. Folding trembling hands in front of her, she held her head high and strode forward, relieved to see that she had arrived first. Smoothing her peplos, she seated herself on one of the nearby benches and arranged the hanging fabric so that more than a little of her leg would show. First impressions were everything, and the princess was determined that she would make a strong one. Now, all that was left was to wait, keen gaze directed toward the path so that she might spot him before he saw her.
Gods, please don’t let him be ugly. If you love me at all, at least give me that.
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Circenia of Xanthos, sister to the king and princess of Athenia, had never been a girl prone to anxious nerves, but today was not just any day. Today could change the very course of her life, could determine the extent of her future. If there was any day where anxiety was acceptable, it was this one.
The youngest daughter of the royal line at twenty one years, Circenia had been a prize long sought after. As intelligent as she was beautiful, the princess never had a shortage of suitors, but today, she was set to meet one of the only ones who ever held any real interest for her. Keikelius of House Stravos, a wealthy merchant’s house that controlled much of the commerce of the kingdom.
Spoiled rotten and accustomed to a lavish, ostentatious lifestyle, Circenia would never settle for anything less, and with the money House Stravos possessed… she had to admit such a marriage had a certain appeal. Her brother Minas had told her of the proposal not even a week prior, expecting her to shoot it down just as she had all the others, but to his surprise, she’d actually seemed interested. She’d even agreed to meet this man Keikelius, much to the king’s delight, and a date was set without further ado.
Today was that day.
Attended by three of her retainers, Circenia strolled through the gardens of the palati, while her ladies in waiting kept a respectful distance. A warm and balmy day, the princess was clad in a scarlet peplos of the finest silk, the hem of the garment worked with delicate golden embroidery. She’d had it commissioned especially for this meeting, worked in the colors of House Stravos in honor of her potential mate. Her arms and shoulders were left bare, though gold and ruby bracelets and armbands caught and reflected the gathering sunlight. Matching chains decorated her neck while ruby drops hung from her ears, eye-catching in their glittering beauty. Ruby and garnet fibulae held her peplos in place, while a shimmering diamond tiara resting atop elaborately braided hair capped off the entire ensemble. Relying on her own natural beauty, her face was left mostly bare, save for a touch of carmine to redden her lips and a brush of kohl to emphasize the clear blue of her eyes. Circenia was determined to make an impression, and such a look was sure to do just that.
With it being such a beautiful day, Circenia had requested the meeting to be held outdoors where the natural light of Helios might accentuate what she had to offer. She’d spent hours that morning getting ready, driving her ladies mad as they adjusted and readjusted her outfit, styled and restyled her hair, and searched the palati high and low for just the perfect jewels, only to have the princess refuse almost all of them. Though it had taken hours of work, the final product was stunning, and Circenia was more than satisfied with the result. She just hoped Keikelius was, as well.
Approaching the agreed upon meeting place in front of one of the larger, more elaborate fountains of the palati gardens, Circenia took a deep breath and steeled herself. Folding trembling hands in front of her, she held her head high and strode forward, relieved to see that she had arrived first. Smoothing her peplos, she seated herself on one of the nearby benches and arranged the hanging fabric so that more than a little of her leg would show. First impressions were everything, and the princess was determined that she would make a strong one. Now, all that was left was to wait, keen gaze directed toward the path so that she might spot him before he saw her.
Gods, please don’t let him be ugly. If you love me at all, at least give me that.
Circenia of Xanthos, sister to the king and princess of Athenia, had never been a girl prone to anxious nerves, but today was not just any day. Today could change the very course of her life, could determine the extent of her future. If there was any day where anxiety was acceptable, it was this one.
The youngest daughter of the royal line at twenty one years, Circenia had been a prize long sought after. As intelligent as she was beautiful, the princess never had a shortage of suitors, but today, she was set to meet one of the only ones who ever held any real interest for her. Keikelius of House Stravos, a wealthy merchant’s house that controlled much of the commerce of the kingdom.
Spoiled rotten and accustomed to a lavish, ostentatious lifestyle, Circenia would never settle for anything less, and with the money House Stravos possessed… she had to admit such a marriage had a certain appeal. Her brother Minas had told her of the proposal not even a week prior, expecting her to shoot it down just as she had all the others, but to his surprise, she’d actually seemed interested. She’d even agreed to meet this man Keikelius, much to the king’s delight, and a date was set without further ado.
Today was that day.
Attended by three of her retainers, Circenia strolled through the gardens of the palati, while her ladies in waiting kept a respectful distance. A warm and balmy day, the princess was clad in a scarlet peplos of the finest silk, the hem of the garment worked with delicate golden embroidery. She’d had it commissioned especially for this meeting, worked in the colors of House Stravos in honor of her potential mate. Her arms and shoulders were left bare, though gold and ruby bracelets and armbands caught and reflected the gathering sunlight. Matching chains decorated her neck while ruby drops hung from her ears, eye-catching in their glittering beauty. Ruby and garnet fibulae held her peplos in place, while a shimmering diamond tiara resting atop elaborately braided hair capped off the entire ensemble. Relying on her own natural beauty, her face was left mostly bare, save for a touch of carmine to redden her lips and a brush of kohl to emphasize the clear blue of her eyes. Circenia was determined to make an impression, and such a look was sure to do just that.
With it being such a beautiful day, Circenia had requested the meeting to be held outdoors where the natural light of Helios might accentuate what she had to offer. She’d spent hours that morning getting ready, driving her ladies mad as they adjusted and readjusted her outfit, styled and restyled her hair, and searched the palati high and low for just the perfect jewels, only to have the princess refuse almost all of them. Though it had taken hours of work, the final product was stunning, and Circenia was more than satisfied with the result. She just hoped Keikelius was, as well.
Approaching the agreed upon meeting place in front of one of the larger, more elaborate fountains of the palati gardens, Circenia took a deep breath and steeled herself. Folding trembling hands in front of her, she held her head high and strode forward, relieved to see that she had arrived first. Smoothing her peplos, she seated herself on one of the nearby benches and arranged the hanging fabric so that more than a little of her leg would show. First impressions were everything, and the princess was determined that she would make a strong one. Now, all that was left was to wait, keen gaze directed toward the path so that she might spot him before he saw her.
Gods, please don’t let him be ugly. If you love me at all, at least give me that.
Karkos of Stravos, Keikelius' father, had been intent on finding suitable matches for all three of his children. It was Keikelius, however, that was to marry the highest. Above his two sisters, Justana ans Emira, Keikelius had found himself in a potential match with the supposedly lovely Circenia of Xanthos. And he had his family's money to thank for it. With the war slowly coming to a close, the former lieutenant had set his sights on business ventures. To him, finding a match was not a business venture he had been entirely interested in striving for. But he lived under the thumb of his father.
Keikelius would not argue when the match could potentially rocket him up to the status of Royalty. If Circenia of Xanthos suited him, then their children would find themselves thrust into the line of succession.
They could one day have a child on the throne.
Money was power, and Keikelius was adamant that he would not screw this up. If she were lame or meek, he would still go through with it despite the unhappiness it might bring him. Working towards goals sometimes meant you had to take the slow, boring, unexciting steps toward what you wanted. If he was to suffer, he would gladly suffer simply because there would be something in it for him. Power. Status. More wealth, he was sure.
He was not much of a humble man, but his arrogance was best hidden behind a mask of calm indifference. In the past, his tendency to cause trouble or speak his mind without reservation had found him at the other end of a fist. An adult now, and considerably younger than his own father, he was able to stand up for himself. Even then, Karkos could easily see him destroyed, fiscally and physically. So he had learned and moulded himself into the man of perfect calm and little nonsense.
At the beginning of the day, he had taken the morning to ready. Keikelius was not a man who liked to go over the top with his grooming, but more often than not, he did not dress in the long chitons. He was a solider, after all, and he had not yet found true need to preen. But today was a different day. Today he was to meet with his potential intended, a princess no less, and he could not appear less than her. Dressed in an immaculate blood red chiton hemmed with gold, Keikelius couldn't help himself as he moved through the gardens. The young lord found himself pausing, admiring the princess from afar and observing her state of dress.
Flattery and consideration would get her everywhere.
Swallowing the slight twinge of anxiety in the back of his mind, he approached Circenia of Xanthos on light, quick feet. Falling into a respectful bow to the princess, he offered her his hand. "Princess Circenia," he murmured in quiet greeting, "Keikelius of Stravos," and introduction. Then, "My father never expressed what a rare beauty you were," an attempt at flirting, "You look… enchanting in crimson."
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Karkos of Stravos, Keikelius' father, had been intent on finding suitable matches for all three of his children. It was Keikelius, however, that was to marry the highest. Above his two sisters, Justana ans Emira, Keikelius had found himself in a potential match with the supposedly lovely Circenia of Xanthos. And he had his family's money to thank for it. With the war slowly coming to a close, the former lieutenant had set his sights on business ventures. To him, finding a match was not a business venture he had been entirely interested in striving for. But he lived under the thumb of his father.
Keikelius would not argue when the match could potentially rocket him up to the status of Royalty. If Circenia of Xanthos suited him, then their children would find themselves thrust into the line of succession.
They could one day have a child on the throne.
Money was power, and Keikelius was adamant that he would not screw this up. If she were lame or meek, he would still go through with it despite the unhappiness it might bring him. Working towards goals sometimes meant you had to take the slow, boring, unexciting steps toward what you wanted. If he was to suffer, he would gladly suffer simply because there would be something in it for him. Power. Status. More wealth, he was sure.
He was not much of a humble man, but his arrogance was best hidden behind a mask of calm indifference. In the past, his tendency to cause trouble or speak his mind without reservation had found him at the other end of a fist. An adult now, and considerably younger than his own father, he was able to stand up for himself. Even then, Karkos could easily see him destroyed, fiscally and physically. So he had learned and moulded himself into the man of perfect calm and little nonsense.
At the beginning of the day, he had taken the morning to ready. Keikelius was not a man who liked to go over the top with his grooming, but more often than not, he did not dress in the long chitons. He was a solider, after all, and he had not yet found true need to preen. But today was a different day. Today he was to meet with his potential intended, a princess no less, and he could not appear less than her. Dressed in an immaculate blood red chiton hemmed with gold, Keikelius couldn't help himself as he moved through the gardens. The young lord found himself pausing, admiring the princess from afar and observing her state of dress.
Flattery and consideration would get her everywhere.
Swallowing the slight twinge of anxiety in the back of his mind, he approached Circenia of Xanthos on light, quick feet. Falling into a respectful bow to the princess, he offered her his hand. "Princess Circenia," he murmured in quiet greeting, "Keikelius of Stravos," and introduction. Then, "My father never expressed what a rare beauty you were," an attempt at flirting, "You look… enchanting in crimson."
Karkos of Stravos, Keikelius' father, had been intent on finding suitable matches for all three of his children. It was Keikelius, however, that was to marry the highest. Above his two sisters, Justana ans Emira, Keikelius had found himself in a potential match with the supposedly lovely Circenia of Xanthos. And he had his family's money to thank for it. With the war slowly coming to a close, the former lieutenant had set his sights on business ventures. To him, finding a match was not a business venture he had been entirely interested in striving for. But he lived under the thumb of his father.
Keikelius would not argue when the match could potentially rocket him up to the status of Royalty. If Circenia of Xanthos suited him, then their children would find themselves thrust into the line of succession.
They could one day have a child on the throne.
Money was power, and Keikelius was adamant that he would not screw this up. If she were lame or meek, he would still go through with it despite the unhappiness it might bring him. Working towards goals sometimes meant you had to take the slow, boring, unexciting steps toward what you wanted. If he was to suffer, he would gladly suffer simply because there would be something in it for him. Power. Status. More wealth, he was sure.
He was not much of a humble man, but his arrogance was best hidden behind a mask of calm indifference. In the past, his tendency to cause trouble or speak his mind without reservation had found him at the other end of a fist. An adult now, and considerably younger than his own father, he was able to stand up for himself. Even then, Karkos could easily see him destroyed, fiscally and physically. So he had learned and moulded himself into the man of perfect calm and little nonsense.
At the beginning of the day, he had taken the morning to ready. Keikelius was not a man who liked to go over the top with his grooming, but more often than not, he did not dress in the long chitons. He was a solider, after all, and he had not yet found true need to preen. But today was a different day. Today he was to meet with his potential intended, a princess no less, and he could not appear less than her. Dressed in an immaculate blood red chiton hemmed with gold, Keikelius couldn't help himself as he moved through the gardens. The young lord found himself pausing, admiring the princess from afar and observing her state of dress.
Flattery and consideration would get her everywhere.
Swallowing the slight twinge of anxiety in the back of his mind, he approached Circenia of Xanthos on light, quick feet. Falling into a respectful bow to the princess, he offered her his hand. "Princess Circenia," he murmured in quiet greeting, "Keikelius of Stravos," and introduction. Then, "My father never expressed what a rare beauty you were," an attempt at flirting, "You look… enchanting in crimson."
The princess kept herself straight and still as her suitor approached, a slowly deepening smile curving her lips. He was certainly not ugly, that much could be said—with a symmetrical face and a warrior’s build, he was indeed one of the more handsome men she’d ever had the pleasure to meet. Off to a good start already…
Accepting his offered hand in a surprisingly firm grip, Circenia slowly rose to her full height, accepting his bow with a graceful inclination of her head. “My lord Keikelius, I assure you that I look enchanting in every color,” she teased, lashes fluttering in a wink. Her free hand gently plucked at the fabric of her peplos, her mischievous smile only widening. “But crimson could soon become a favorite, I think.”
Glancing around the garden, she spotted her retainers waiting about fifty or so paces away, all of them trying very hard to pretend they weren’t listening. The barest hint of a frown creased her brow, decisively gesturing for them to leave her. Was it too much to ask for her to have some time alone with the man she may be tying her life to? Nothing but a gaggle of nosy girls, those three… As if she was any better.
Sharing uncertain looks amongst themselves, the women seemed to hesitate, unsure if leaving their princess unchaperoned was appropriate in her position. However, the look on Circenia’s face really brooked no argument. They’d rather deal with the possible consequences of leaving her alone than whatever wrath was sure to be directed their way if they didn’t obey. With a few hasty curtsies, they took their leave, their footsteps disappearing down the path until Circenia and Keikelius were left with no one but each other.
“Will you take a walk with me, my lord?” the princess inquired politely when the others were gone, turning that charming smile back his way. “It’s a beautiful day, after all, and I’ve found myself to be a much better conversationalist when I’m moving around.”
Should he acquiesce, she’d fall into step next to him on the path opposite to where her ladies had gone. The palati gardens were quiet save for the gentle sound of birdsong that occasionally flitted through the air and the sounds of their footsteps against the packed dirt. With the sunlight filtering through the scarce cloud cover and the warm breeze that lifted and teased at her hair, it was a tranquil scene, and Circenia felt herself slowly begin to relax. Why had she even been so nervous to start with? Was she worried he wouldn’t like her? Even without the royal blood that came with her, the princess was a desirable woman, and she was well aware of that fact. Why wouldn’t he want her?
“So, tell me a little bit about yourself, Lord Keikelius,” Circenia encouraged as they walked, glancing over at her companion with interest. “When you’re not courting princesses, how do you like to occupy your time?”
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The princess kept herself straight and still as her suitor approached, a slowly deepening smile curving her lips. He was certainly not ugly, that much could be said—with a symmetrical face and a warrior’s build, he was indeed one of the more handsome men she’d ever had the pleasure to meet. Off to a good start already…
Accepting his offered hand in a surprisingly firm grip, Circenia slowly rose to her full height, accepting his bow with a graceful inclination of her head. “My lord Keikelius, I assure you that I look enchanting in every color,” she teased, lashes fluttering in a wink. Her free hand gently plucked at the fabric of her peplos, her mischievous smile only widening. “But crimson could soon become a favorite, I think.”
Glancing around the garden, she spotted her retainers waiting about fifty or so paces away, all of them trying very hard to pretend they weren’t listening. The barest hint of a frown creased her brow, decisively gesturing for them to leave her. Was it too much to ask for her to have some time alone with the man she may be tying her life to? Nothing but a gaggle of nosy girls, those three… As if she was any better.
Sharing uncertain looks amongst themselves, the women seemed to hesitate, unsure if leaving their princess unchaperoned was appropriate in her position. However, the look on Circenia’s face really brooked no argument. They’d rather deal with the possible consequences of leaving her alone than whatever wrath was sure to be directed their way if they didn’t obey. With a few hasty curtsies, they took their leave, their footsteps disappearing down the path until Circenia and Keikelius were left with no one but each other.
“Will you take a walk with me, my lord?” the princess inquired politely when the others were gone, turning that charming smile back his way. “It’s a beautiful day, after all, and I’ve found myself to be a much better conversationalist when I’m moving around.”
Should he acquiesce, she’d fall into step next to him on the path opposite to where her ladies had gone. The palati gardens were quiet save for the gentle sound of birdsong that occasionally flitted through the air and the sounds of their footsteps against the packed dirt. With the sunlight filtering through the scarce cloud cover and the warm breeze that lifted and teased at her hair, it was a tranquil scene, and Circenia felt herself slowly begin to relax. Why had she even been so nervous to start with? Was she worried he wouldn’t like her? Even without the royal blood that came with her, the princess was a desirable woman, and she was well aware of that fact. Why wouldn’t he want her?
“So, tell me a little bit about yourself, Lord Keikelius,” Circenia encouraged as they walked, glancing over at her companion with interest. “When you’re not courting princesses, how do you like to occupy your time?”
The princess kept herself straight and still as her suitor approached, a slowly deepening smile curving her lips. He was certainly not ugly, that much could be said—with a symmetrical face and a warrior’s build, he was indeed one of the more handsome men she’d ever had the pleasure to meet. Off to a good start already…
Accepting his offered hand in a surprisingly firm grip, Circenia slowly rose to her full height, accepting his bow with a graceful inclination of her head. “My lord Keikelius, I assure you that I look enchanting in every color,” she teased, lashes fluttering in a wink. Her free hand gently plucked at the fabric of her peplos, her mischievous smile only widening. “But crimson could soon become a favorite, I think.”
Glancing around the garden, she spotted her retainers waiting about fifty or so paces away, all of them trying very hard to pretend they weren’t listening. The barest hint of a frown creased her brow, decisively gesturing for them to leave her. Was it too much to ask for her to have some time alone with the man she may be tying her life to? Nothing but a gaggle of nosy girls, those three… As if she was any better.
Sharing uncertain looks amongst themselves, the women seemed to hesitate, unsure if leaving their princess unchaperoned was appropriate in her position. However, the look on Circenia’s face really brooked no argument. They’d rather deal with the possible consequences of leaving her alone than whatever wrath was sure to be directed their way if they didn’t obey. With a few hasty curtsies, they took their leave, their footsteps disappearing down the path until Circenia and Keikelius were left with no one but each other.
“Will you take a walk with me, my lord?” the princess inquired politely when the others were gone, turning that charming smile back his way. “It’s a beautiful day, after all, and I’ve found myself to be a much better conversationalist when I’m moving around.”
Should he acquiesce, she’d fall into step next to him on the path opposite to where her ladies had gone. The palati gardens were quiet save for the gentle sound of birdsong that occasionally flitted through the air and the sounds of their footsteps against the packed dirt. With the sunlight filtering through the scarce cloud cover and the warm breeze that lifted and teased at her hair, it was a tranquil scene, and Circenia felt herself slowly begin to relax. Why had she even been so nervous to start with? Was she worried he wouldn’t like her? Even without the royal blood that came with her, the princess was a desirable woman, and she was well aware of that fact. Why wouldn’t he want her?
“So, tell me a little bit about yourself, Lord Keikelius,” Circenia encouraged as they walked, glancing over at her companion with interest. “When you’re not courting princesses, how do you like to occupy your time?”
The princess Circenia was… enchanting. To say the very least, he was stricken by her temperament. How she so easily bantered with him right from the beginning. Like he was interesting and she couldn’t help herself. Keikelius silently wondered how many other men had tried and failed to claim this woman’s hand in marriage. How many of them had bored her to tears with just a look and how many more had she decided not to give the time of day at first sight? The fact that she was immediately so open with him, willing to speak so candidly…
It made him feel as if he were doing something correct.
The charm was not lost on him, and though he’d never exactly been interested in women, the way that she spoke to him was… enticing. He wanted to hear more, but he reminded himself that he needed to keep his head. Keikelius needed to play his cards right. He had no desire to say the wrong thing and send this beautiful woman running for the hills. He did not want to be like her other suitors… forgotten and out of luck.
Giving her an equally charming smile, a rare sight indeed, he dipped his head slightly. “I have very high hopes that that statement will prove to be true,” Keikelius noted calmly, giving her another more composed glance down and then back up to her face. He only turned his head slightly to watch her wave away her ladies. Good. He was not a fan of having an audience. It made it difficult to really get to know his potential bride if there were women trailing behind them, gossiping and giggling behind their backs.
With the question of whether he would join the princess for a walk, Keikelius straightened up immediately, properly offering her his arm for her to hold to. “Of course, my princess,” Keikelius said quietly, giving her a calm, reserved smile. “I do not think I could find the heart to deny you even if I wanted to,” the man admitted with cool charm, easily pulling her arms close against his side. He took his other hand, placing it atop hers on his arm.
The man had not been paying attention to the weather, and even now, he was more focused on the princess on his arm than anything around him. The lord acquiesced to her request and the two of them started to walk the paths of the garden. He let his gaze wander the greenery, though he remained hyper aware of her proximity to him. Having the humility to let his cheeks heat just lightly, his dark gaze drifting back to her form. He wasn’t entirely sure how to answer that, but he took the time to think of his answer, wanting it to be proper.
“Admittedly, you are the first woman I have attempted to court, my princess,” Keikelius said lightly, glancing toward the blue sky. “I am in business, my family’s business. Primarily, we work at ship building, but we are slowly working more into merchant territory,” the man murmured quietly, “Otherwise… I read or ride. I’m afraid that I’m not well versed as a courtier or very entertaining. I apologize, princess. Maybe you could tell me a little of yourself? What do you do to occupy your time outside of your normal courtly duties?”
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The princess Circenia was… enchanting. To say the very least, he was stricken by her temperament. How she so easily bantered with him right from the beginning. Like he was interesting and she couldn’t help herself. Keikelius silently wondered how many other men had tried and failed to claim this woman’s hand in marriage. How many of them had bored her to tears with just a look and how many more had she decided not to give the time of day at first sight? The fact that she was immediately so open with him, willing to speak so candidly…
It made him feel as if he were doing something correct.
The charm was not lost on him, and though he’d never exactly been interested in women, the way that she spoke to him was… enticing. He wanted to hear more, but he reminded himself that he needed to keep his head. Keikelius needed to play his cards right. He had no desire to say the wrong thing and send this beautiful woman running for the hills. He did not want to be like her other suitors… forgotten and out of luck.
Giving her an equally charming smile, a rare sight indeed, he dipped his head slightly. “I have very high hopes that that statement will prove to be true,” Keikelius noted calmly, giving her another more composed glance down and then back up to her face. He only turned his head slightly to watch her wave away her ladies. Good. He was not a fan of having an audience. It made it difficult to really get to know his potential bride if there were women trailing behind them, gossiping and giggling behind their backs.
With the question of whether he would join the princess for a walk, Keikelius straightened up immediately, properly offering her his arm for her to hold to. “Of course, my princess,” Keikelius said quietly, giving her a calm, reserved smile. “I do not think I could find the heart to deny you even if I wanted to,” the man admitted with cool charm, easily pulling her arms close against his side. He took his other hand, placing it atop hers on his arm.
The man had not been paying attention to the weather, and even now, he was more focused on the princess on his arm than anything around him. The lord acquiesced to her request and the two of them started to walk the paths of the garden. He let his gaze wander the greenery, though he remained hyper aware of her proximity to him. Having the humility to let his cheeks heat just lightly, his dark gaze drifting back to her form. He wasn’t entirely sure how to answer that, but he took the time to think of his answer, wanting it to be proper.
“Admittedly, you are the first woman I have attempted to court, my princess,” Keikelius said lightly, glancing toward the blue sky. “I am in business, my family’s business. Primarily, we work at ship building, but we are slowly working more into merchant territory,” the man murmured quietly, “Otherwise… I read or ride. I’m afraid that I’m not well versed as a courtier or very entertaining. I apologize, princess. Maybe you could tell me a little of yourself? What do you do to occupy your time outside of your normal courtly duties?”
The princess Circenia was… enchanting. To say the very least, he was stricken by her temperament. How she so easily bantered with him right from the beginning. Like he was interesting and she couldn’t help herself. Keikelius silently wondered how many other men had tried and failed to claim this woman’s hand in marriage. How many of them had bored her to tears with just a look and how many more had she decided not to give the time of day at first sight? The fact that she was immediately so open with him, willing to speak so candidly…
It made him feel as if he were doing something correct.
The charm was not lost on him, and though he’d never exactly been interested in women, the way that she spoke to him was… enticing. He wanted to hear more, but he reminded himself that he needed to keep his head. Keikelius needed to play his cards right. He had no desire to say the wrong thing and send this beautiful woman running for the hills. He did not want to be like her other suitors… forgotten and out of luck.
Giving her an equally charming smile, a rare sight indeed, he dipped his head slightly. “I have very high hopes that that statement will prove to be true,” Keikelius noted calmly, giving her another more composed glance down and then back up to her face. He only turned his head slightly to watch her wave away her ladies. Good. He was not a fan of having an audience. It made it difficult to really get to know his potential bride if there were women trailing behind them, gossiping and giggling behind their backs.
With the question of whether he would join the princess for a walk, Keikelius straightened up immediately, properly offering her his arm for her to hold to. “Of course, my princess,” Keikelius said quietly, giving her a calm, reserved smile. “I do not think I could find the heart to deny you even if I wanted to,” the man admitted with cool charm, easily pulling her arms close against his side. He took his other hand, placing it atop hers on his arm.
The man had not been paying attention to the weather, and even now, he was more focused on the princess on his arm than anything around him. The lord acquiesced to her request and the two of them started to walk the paths of the garden. He let his gaze wander the greenery, though he remained hyper aware of her proximity to him. Having the humility to let his cheeks heat just lightly, his dark gaze drifting back to her form. He wasn’t entirely sure how to answer that, but he took the time to think of his answer, wanting it to be proper.
“Admittedly, you are the first woman I have attempted to court, my princess,” Keikelius said lightly, glancing toward the blue sky. “I am in business, my family’s business. Primarily, we work at ship building, but we are slowly working more into merchant territory,” the man murmured quietly, “Otherwise… I read or ride. I’m afraid that I’m not well versed as a courtier or very entertaining. I apologize, princess. Maybe you could tell me a little of yourself? What do you do to occupy your time outside of your normal courtly duties?”
A smile graced Circenia’s lips when Keikelius offered his arm, accepting it with a graceful inclination of her head. Her grip was gentle but firm, enjoying the warmth of his skin against hers as they started their leisurely trail down the garden path. It was a beautiful day, as she’d said, enhanced all the more by her intriguing company.
Stealing a glance at her companion, her eyes thoughtfully raked over his face and wondered at the quiet man beneath. What depths were hidden behind those liquid eyes, that haughty bearing that so likened to her own? His pride was palpable; it practically radiated off of him like the light from the sun. It drew her in just like that light, finding herself fascinated by what might project it.
“The only woman you’ve courted, eh?” she repeated, gently twining her fingers with the ones that rested atop hers. Her smile widened for a moment before it turned to a satisfied smirk, her ego inflating more and more by the second. It might only be flattery; with a man as handsome as he was and with such a wealthy family, surely he’d had prospects before. But if it was flattery, it was effective, and she found herself that much more enthralled. “Well then, how lucky for me. I would say something self-deprecating like, ‘Maybe you won’t notice how dreadful I am,’ but as I’m sure you’ve already noticed, I’m a positive delight. Allow me to compliment your exquisite and singular taste.”
Her laughter tinkled through the quiet garden like so many bells, quieting when he began to speak a little more at length on himself. Nothing overtly remarkable there; he had simple enough past times, but surprisingly enough, she couldn’t find it in her to be bored. There was something about him, something about that self-possessed confidence that told her there was more to the man than he was letting on. Circenia was determined to find out.
“I find most of my life absorbed by the court,” the princess replied when he asked about her own interests. “Perhaps more absorbed than most would prefer for the youngest sister of the king. But what can I say? Woman or not, I like to be aware of what’s going on around me. Only the foolish willingly remain in ignorance.”
There was a shrewd intelligence to Circenia, one that was often hid behind a veil of vapid arrogance. She relied on that veil, however, preferring to be underestimated by those who might think her weak. The princess was anything but weak, a fact well-known by those who had been stupid enough to cross her. Proud and ambitious, she would settle for nothing less than the best, and she would stop at nothing to achieve it.
“But when I do have leisure time, I like to paint and occasionally sew. Common enough for a lady, I suppose.” Looking at him thoughtfully, a spark of excitement lit in her clear blue eye. “You like to ride, you said? I have not been in so long… Do you think you might take me one day? I don’t get away from the palati nearly as often as I’d like.”
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A smile graced Circenia’s lips when Keikelius offered his arm, accepting it with a graceful inclination of her head. Her grip was gentle but firm, enjoying the warmth of his skin against hers as they started their leisurely trail down the garden path. It was a beautiful day, as she’d said, enhanced all the more by her intriguing company.
Stealing a glance at her companion, her eyes thoughtfully raked over his face and wondered at the quiet man beneath. What depths were hidden behind those liquid eyes, that haughty bearing that so likened to her own? His pride was palpable; it practically radiated off of him like the light from the sun. It drew her in just like that light, finding herself fascinated by what might project it.
“The only woman you’ve courted, eh?” she repeated, gently twining her fingers with the ones that rested atop hers. Her smile widened for a moment before it turned to a satisfied smirk, her ego inflating more and more by the second. It might only be flattery; with a man as handsome as he was and with such a wealthy family, surely he’d had prospects before. But if it was flattery, it was effective, and she found herself that much more enthralled. “Well then, how lucky for me. I would say something self-deprecating like, ‘Maybe you won’t notice how dreadful I am,’ but as I’m sure you’ve already noticed, I’m a positive delight. Allow me to compliment your exquisite and singular taste.”
Her laughter tinkled through the quiet garden like so many bells, quieting when he began to speak a little more at length on himself. Nothing overtly remarkable there; he had simple enough past times, but surprisingly enough, she couldn’t find it in her to be bored. There was something about him, something about that self-possessed confidence that told her there was more to the man than he was letting on. Circenia was determined to find out.
“I find most of my life absorbed by the court,” the princess replied when he asked about her own interests. “Perhaps more absorbed than most would prefer for the youngest sister of the king. But what can I say? Woman or not, I like to be aware of what’s going on around me. Only the foolish willingly remain in ignorance.”
There was a shrewd intelligence to Circenia, one that was often hid behind a veil of vapid arrogance. She relied on that veil, however, preferring to be underestimated by those who might think her weak. The princess was anything but weak, a fact well-known by those who had been stupid enough to cross her. Proud and ambitious, she would settle for nothing less than the best, and she would stop at nothing to achieve it.
“But when I do have leisure time, I like to paint and occasionally sew. Common enough for a lady, I suppose.” Looking at him thoughtfully, a spark of excitement lit in her clear blue eye. “You like to ride, you said? I have not been in so long… Do you think you might take me one day? I don’t get away from the palati nearly as often as I’d like.”
A smile graced Circenia’s lips when Keikelius offered his arm, accepting it with a graceful inclination of her head. Her grip was gentle but firm, enjoying the warmth of his skin against hers as they started their leisurely trail down the garden path. It was a beautiful day, as she’d said, enhanced all the more by her intriguing company.
Stealing a glance at her companion, her eyes thoughtfully raked over his face and wondered at the quiet man beneath. What depths were hidden behind those liquid eyes, that haughty bearing that so likened to her own? His pride was palpable; it practically radiated off of him like the light from the sun. It drew her in just like that light, finding herself fascinated by what might project it.
“The only woman you’ve courted, eh?” she repeated, gently twining her fingers with the ones that rested atop hers. Her smile widened for a moment before it turned to a satisfied smirk, her ego inflating more and more by the second. It might only be flattery; with a man as handsome as he was and with such a wealthy family, surely he’d had prospects before. But if it was flattery, it was effective, and she found herself that much more enthralled. “Well then, how lucky for me. I would say something self-deprecating like, ‘Maybe you won’t notice how dreadful I am,’ but as I’m sure you’ve already noticed, I’m a positive delight. Allow me to compliment your exquisite and singular taste.”
Her laughter tinkled through the quiet garden like so many bells, quieting when he began to speak a little more at length on himself. Nothing overtly remarkable there; he had simple enough past times, but surprisingly enough, she couldn’t find it in her to be bored. There was something about him, something about that self-possessed confidence that told her there was more to the man than he was letting on. Circenia was determined to find out.
“I find most of my life absorbed by the court,” the princess replied when he asked about her own interests. “Perhaps more absorbed than most would prefer for the youngest sister of the king. But what can I say? Woman or not, I like to be aware of what’s going on around me. Only the foolish willingly remain in ignorance.”
There was a shrewd intelligence to Circenia, one that was often hid behind a veil of vapid arrogance. She relied on that veil, however, preferring to be underestimated by those who might think her weak. The princess was anything but weak, a fact well-known by those who had been stupid enough to cross her. Proud and ambitious, she would settle for nothing less than the best, and she would stop at nothing to achieve it.
“But when I do have leisure time, I like to paint and occasionally sew. Common enough for a lady, I suppose.” Looking at him thoughtfully, a spark of excitement lit in her clear blue eye. “You like to ride, you said? I have not been in so long… Do you think you might take me one day? I don’t get away from the palati nearly as often as I’d like.”
It was the twining of her fingers with his, already, that had him struggling to keep his carefully masked composure. His father hand long warned him that he needed to keep a level head and not seem over the top, nor too cold, as he had a deplorable tendency to do. It was a habit he had long found himself participating in. Keikelius had never really connected well with people.
While in the military he had preferred the company of the horses to the men. Despite his higher rank, he had taken little disobedience or backtalk. The one thing that Keikelius struggled with was relinquishing control of his life to others. That was a struggle, let alone letting someone through the walls that he had long built up against anyone and everyone.
That included the princess that he was supposed to be courting. Keikelius' very first instinct was to attempt and separate them, but upon realizing that any sort of symbol of affection or interest was a good one when it came to attempting to land a marriage. Especially one of such high standing that could change the entire composition of his family. No longer just merchants, they would take a high position in society if he were to marry Circenia.
So instead of pulling away as instinct demanded, the man squeezed her hand in a symbol of reciprocation and left the casual smile on her features. "Admittedly, I haven't had the time nor patience," Keikelius admitted, "To court so many women seems like a waste when I can simply court one," his dark gaze darted to her face, assessing her reaction to him and his words. It was her words that had his smile growing slowly, shaking his head in an oddly bashful way.
"You are a singular and exquisite beauty," he mused easily, "Of course, you've said it best," the man added about using her own words on her. His gaze flashed with something akin to minor embarrassment and he breathed out through his nose as they meandered lazily through the gardens. One thing that Keikelius was good at was listening, thus it was easy to absorb literally everything she told him about herself.
Keikelius rather liked her confidence and the arrogance with which she spoke. It was easier to find common ground if she were not meek. Having a wife of a quiet nature live in his shadow just because of her dowry and the status she brought to his family would not do. Keikelius wanted power, but not at the cost of being miserable, a point he had made very clear to his father when the man had first stated that his son was to court the Princess Circenia.
Of course, his father failed to mention that she had a temperament not so different from his own. However, while he was icy and quiet, she seemed to be fiery and vibrant. His opposite and equal, all figured in the span of a few minutes. Her need to be aware of everything going on around her was a topic that Keikelius could level with and use to his own advantage.
"One would rather see you aware of the people around you then stabbed in the back if you were to allow them blind faith," Keikelius murmured carefully, his gaze still on the path ahead of them. Guiding her easily, with the grace that came with practice and years of holding himself higher than most, Keikelius and Circenia rounded a set of shrubs. It was there that they paused and Keikelius finally turned his full attention back to her. They were now far enough away from her ladies to not have to worry about any of them hearing or witnessing anything they said or did.
Not that Keikelius had any intentions of anything nefarious.
"What do you paint?" he asked absently, a silent and keen interest in art broiling in the back of his mind. Then the question of riding rolled off her tongue and the young man dipped his head, "If it would please my princess, I would be delighted and honored to take you to ride," he said easily, turning more so that he could face her head-on. While he did detach her arm from his, he did not let go of her hand, keeping their fingers intertwined.
"It pleases me greatly that you are a woman that knows her own mind. I had no intention at all of marrying any woman who could not hold her own in a life that can find certain dangers," the man started calmly, his eyes glancing toward the sky for a few moments before he brought his gaze back to her face.
The delicate but calculating features drew him in and he found himself far more comfortable in her presence than he had first thought he might.
"I will not take a wife who is content to inhabit a gilded cage."
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It was the twining of her fingers with his, already, that had him struggling to keep his carefully masked composure. His father hand long warned him that he needed to keep a level head and not seem over the top, nor too cold, as he had a deplorable tendency to do. It was a habit he had long found himself participating in. Keikelius had never really connected well with people.
While in the military he had preferred the company of the horses to the men. Despite his higher rank, he had taken little disobedience or backtalk. The one thing that Keikelius struggled with was relinquishing control of his life to others. That was a struggle, let alone letting someone through the walls that he had long built up against anyone and everyone.
That included the princess that he was supposed to be courting. Keikelius' very first instinct was to attempt and separate them, but upon realizing that any sort of symbol of affection or interest was a good one when it came to attempting to land a marriage. Especially one of such high standing that could change the entire composition of his family. No longer just merchants, they would take a high position in society if he were to marry Circenia.
So instead of pulling away as instinct demanded, the man squeezed her hand in a symbol of reciprocation and left the casual smile on her features. "Admittedly, I haven't had the time nor patience," Keikelius admitted, "To court so many women seems like a waste when I can simply court one," his dark gaze darted to her face, assessing her reaction to him and his words. It was her words that had his smile growing slowly, shaking his head in an oddly bashful way.
"You are a singular and exquisite beauty," he mused easily, "Of course, you've said it best," the man added about using her own words on her. His gaze flashed with something akin to minor embarrassment and he breathed out through his nose as they meandered lazily through the gardens. One thing that Keikelius was good at was listening, thus it was easy to absorb literally everything she told him about herself.
Keikelius rather liked her confidence and the arrogance with which she spoke. It was easier to find common ground if she were not meek. Having a wife of a quiet nature live in his shadow just because of her dowry and the status she brought to his family would not do. Keikelius wanted power, but not at the cost of being miserable, a point he had made very clear to his father when the man had first stated that his son was to court the Princess Circenia.
Of course, his father failed to mention that she had a temperament not so different from his own. However, while he was icy and quiet, she seemed to be fiery and vibrant. His opposite and equal, all figured in the span of a few minutes. Her need to be aware of everything going on around her was a topic that Keikelius could level with and use to his own advantage.
"One would rather see you aware of the people around you then stabbed in the back if you were to allow them blind faith," Keikelius murmured carefully, his gaze still on the path ahead of them. Guiding her easily, with the grace that came with practice and years of holding himself higher than most, Keikelius and Circenia rounded a set of shrubs. It was there that they paused and Keikelius finally turned his full attention back to her. They were now far enough away from her ladies to not have to worry about any of them hearing or witnessing anything they said or did.
Not that Keikelius had any intentions of anything nefarious.
"What do you paint?" he asked absently, a silent and keen interest in art broiling in the back of his mind. Then the question of riding rolled off her tongue and the young man dipped his head, "If it would please my princess, I would be delighted and honored to take you to ride," he said easily, turning more so that he could face her head-on. While he did detach her arm from his, he did not let go of her hand, keeping their fingers intertwined.
"It pleases me greatly that you are a woman that knows her own mind. I had no intention at all of marrying any woman who could not hold her own in a life that can find certain dangers," the man started calmly, his eyes glancing toward the sky for a few moments before he brought his gaze back to her face.
The delicate but calculating features drew him in and he found himself far more comfortable in her presence than he had first thought he might.
"I will not take a wife who is content to inhabit a gilded cage."
It was the twining of her fingers with his, already, that had him struggling to keep his carefully masked composure. His father hand long warned him that he needed to keep a level head and not seem over the top, nor too cold, as he had a deplorable tendency to do. It was a habit he had long found himself participating in. Keikelius had never really connected well with people.
While in the military he had preferred the company of the horses to the men. Despite his higher rank, he had taken little disobedience or backtalk. The one thing that Keikelius struggled with was relinquishing control of his life to others. That was a struggle, let alone letting someone through the walls that he had long built up against anyone and everyone.
That included the princess that he was supposed to be courting. Keikelius' very first instinct was to attempt and separate them, but upon realizing that any sort of symbol of affection or interest was a good one when it came to attempting to land a marriage. Especially one of such high standing that could change the entire composition of his family. No longer just merchants, they would take a high position in society if he were to marry Circenia.
So instead of pulling away as instinct demanded, the man squeezed her hand in a symbol of reciprocation and left the casual smile on her features. "Admittedly, I haven't had the time nor patience," Keikelius admitted, "To court so many women seems like a waste when I can simply court one," his dark gaze darted to her face, assessing her reaction to him and his words. It was her words that had his smile growing slowly, shaking his head in an oddly bashful way.
"You are a singular and exquisite beauty," he mused easily, "Of course, you've said it best," the man added about using her own words on her. His gaze flashed with something akin to minor embarrassment and he breathed out through his nose as they meandered lazily through the gardens. One thing that Keikelius was good at was listening, thus it was easy to absorb literally everything she told him about herself.
Keikelius rather liked her confidence and the arrogance with which she spoke. It was easier to find common ground if she were not meek. Having a wife of a quiet nature live in his shadow just because of her dowry and the status she brought to his family would not do. Keikelius wanted power, but not at the cost of being miserable, a point he had made very clear to his father when the man had first stated that his son was to court the Princess Circenia.
Of course, his father failed to mention that she had a temperament not so different from his own. However, while he was icy and quiet, she seemed to be fiery and vibrant. His opposite and equal, all figured in the span of a few minutes. Her need to be aware of everything going on around her was a topic that Keikelius could level with and use to his own advantage.
"One would rather see you aware of the people around you then stabbed in the back if you were to allow them blind faith," Keikelius murmured carefully, his gaze still on the path ahead of them. Guiding her easily, with the grace that came with practice and years of holding himself higher than most, Keikelius and Circenia rounded a set of shrubs. It was there that they paused and Keikelius finally turned his full attention back to her. They were now far enough away from her ladies to not have to worry about any of them hearing or witnessing anything they said or did.
Not that Keikelius had any intentions of anything nefarious.
"What do you paint?" he asked absently, a silent and keen interest in art broiling in the back of his mind. Then the question of riding rolled off her tongue and the young man dipped his head, "If it would please my princess, I would be delighted and honored to take you to ride," he said easily, turning more so that he could face her head-on. While he did detach her arm from his, he did not let go of her hand, keeping their fingers intertwined.
"It pleases me greatly that you are a woman that knows her own mind. I had no intention at all of marrying any woman who could not hold her own in a life that can find certain dangers," the man started calmly, his eyes glancing toward the sky for a few moments before he brought his gaze back to her face.
The delicate but calculating features drew him in and he found himself far more comfortable in her presence than he had first thought he might.
"I will not take a wife who is content to inhabit a gilded cage."
“I’d like to think I say most things best,” Circenia replied with a coy grin, flirtatiously squeezing his fingers as her chin rose higher with each compliment he paid her. The princess was never one to turn down flattery, and Keikelius of House Stravos seemed to find no lack of it. Nor was it so ostentatious as some of her other suitors had been—he told her the things she wanted to hear, but as opposed to so many others, he actually seemed to mean it. She could never be with a man who gave her only empty praise for the sake of her status; she would grow bored of such false adulation in days, if not hours. Circenia was a vain creature who craved admiration from all those around her, but in a partner… she needed it to be genuine.
One would rather see you aware of the people around you than stabbed in the back if you were to allow them blind faith.
“I couldn’t agree more, my lord,” she said as they walked, her face set in a carefully neutral expression with her eyes forward on the path. “The Athenian court is full of vipers and sycophants who will praise you in one breath, then condemn you in the next.” She ought to know. She was one of the best. “I make it my business to learn who is true and who is not. Who to look out for and who to disregard. And how to act accordingly.”
In spite of her relatively young age, Princess Circenia of House Xanthos was a whirlwind of the Court, navigating its treacherous waters with a surprisingly deft hand. Gathering information was her specialty, and one she took deep pride in. There was rarely an affair Circenia didn’t know about, neither an alliance nor an enmity. Every whisper, every rumor, every tale… they all seemed to pass through the princess’s ears at some point, the calculative woman storing all such knowledge away until the appropriate time to use it. She’d quickly come to learn there was little that couldn’t be bought for the price of a secret, and what couldn’t be found could often be readily fashioned with just the right amount of flair.
Though what couldn’t be bought with information could always be bought with gold. Circenia never had a shortage of either.
His next comment was a bit lighter, a question after her own interests that pulled a smile from her face. “I like to paint scenery and landscapes. Flowers, water, trees, those kinds of things. I don’t fancy myself as much of an artist, but it’s soothing, nonetheless.”
When Keikelius turned to face her and turned the subject back to what she’d said before, her smile deepened. “No cage could ever hold me, my lord, gilded or not. You needn’t have any fears there.” Circenia laughed. “Ask any nurse or handmaid who’s had the misfortune to attend me over the years. If they’re not already too afraid of me to be honest, I’m sure they’ll be happy to detail the numerous headaches I’ve given them.”
Stepping in a little closer, she squeezed his hand again. “I know my own mind and my own desires better than most. And unlike most, I will actually do what needs to be done to achieve them. I’ve yet to find a man who was willing to accept a woman as ambitious and determined as he is, if not more so.”
Lifting a brow, she met his gaze. “And I will not accept a husband who is content with a demure and soft-spoken wife. You will find neither of those things in me.”
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“I’d like to think I say most things best,” Circenia replied with a coy grin, flirtatiously squeezing his fingers as her chin rose higher with each compliment he paid her. The princess was never one to turn down flattery, and Keikelius of House Stravos seemed to find no lack of it. Nor was it so ostentatious as some of her other suitors had been—he told her the things she wanted to hear, but as opposed to so many others, he actually seemed to mean it. She could never be with a man who gave her only empty praise for the sake of her status; she would grow bored of such false adulation in days, if not hours. Circenia was a vain creature who craved admiration from all those around her, but in a partner… she needed it to be genuine.
One would rather see you aware of the people around you than stabbed in the back if you were to allow them blind faith.
“I couldn’t agree more, my lord,” she said as they walked, her face set in a carefully neutral expression with her eyes forward on the path. “The Athenian court is full of vipers and sycophants who will praise you in one breath, then condemn you in the next.” She ought to know. She was one of the best. “I make it my business to learn who is true and who is not. Who to look out for and who to disregard. And how to act accordingly.”
In spite of her relatively young age, Princess Circenia of House Xanthos was a whirlwind of the Court, navigating its treacherous waters with a surprisingly deft hand. Gathering information was her specialty, and one she took deep pride in. There was rarely an affair Circenia didn’t know about, neither an alliance nor an enmity. Every whisper, every rumor, every tale… they all seemed to pass through the princess’s ears at some point, the calculative woman storing all such knowledge away until the appropriate time to use it. She’d quickly come to learn there was little that couldn’t be bought for the price of a secret, and what couldn’t be found could often be readily fashioned with just the right amount of flair.
Though what couldn’t be bought with information could always be bought with gold. Circenia never had a shortage of either.
His next comment was a bit lighter, a question after her own interests that pulled a smile from her face. “I like to paint scenery and landscapes. Flowers, water, trees, those kinds of things. I don’t fancy myself as much of an artist, but it’s soothing, nonetheless.”
When Keikelius turned to face her and turned the subject back to what she’d said before, her smile deepened. “No cage could ever hold me, my lord, gilded or not. You needn’t have any fears there.” Circenia laughed. “Ask any nurse or handmaid who’s had the misfortune to attend me over the years. If they’re not already too afraid of me to be honest, I’m sure they’ll be happy to detail the numerous headaches I’ve given them.”
Stepping in a little closer, she squeezed his hand again. “I know my own mind and my own desires better than most. And unlike most, I will actually do what needs to be done to achieve them. I’ve yet to find a man who was willing to accept a woman as ambitious and determined as he is, if not more so.”
Lifting a brow, she met his gaze. “And I will not accept a husband who is content with a demure and soft-spoken wife. You will find neither of those things in me.”
“I’d like to think I say most things best,” Circenia replied with a coy grin, flirtatiously squeezing his fingers as her chin rose higher with each compliment he paid her. The princess was never one to turn down flattery, and Keikelius of House Stravos seemed to find no lack of it. Nor was it so ostentatious as some of her other suitors had been—he told her the things she wanted to hear, but as opposed to so many others, he actually seemed to mean it. She could never be with a man who gave her only empty praise for the sake of her status; she would grow bored of such false adulation in days, if not hours. Circenia was a vain creature who craved admiration from all those around her, but in a partner… she needed it to be genuine.
One would rather see you aware of the people around you than stabbed in the back if you were to allow them blind faith.
“I couldn’t agree more, my lord,” she said as they walked, her face set in a carefully neutral expression with her eyes forward on the path. “The Athenian court is full of vipers and sycophants who will praise you in one breath, then condemn you in the next.” She ought to know. She was one of the best. “I make it my business to learn who is true and who is not. Who to look out for and who to disregard. And how to act accordingly.”
In spite of her relatively young age, Princess Circenia of House Xanthos was a whirlwind of the Court, navigating its treacherous waters with a surprisingly deft hand. Gathering information was her specialty, and one she took deep pride in. There was rarely an affair Circenia didn’t know about, neither an alliance nor an enmity. Every whisper, every rumor, every tale… they all seemed to pass through the princess’s ears at some point, the calculative woman storing all such knowledge away until the appropriate time to use it. She’d quickly come to learn there was little that couldn’t be bought for the price of a secret, and what couldn’t be found could often be readily fashioned with just the right amount of flair.
Though what couldn’t be bought with information could always be bought with gold. Circenia never had a shortage of either.
His next comment was a bit lighter, a question after her own interests that pulled a smile from her face. “I like to paint scenery and landscapes. Flowers, water, trees, those kinds of things. I don’t fancy myself as much of an artist, but it’s soothing, nonetheless.”
When Keikelius turned to face her and turned the subject back to what she’d said before, her smile deepened. “No cage could ever hold me, my lord, gilded or not. You needn’t have any fears there.” Circenia laughed. “Ask any nurse or handmaid who’s had the misfortune to attend me over the years. If they’re not already too afraid of me to be honest, I’m sure they’ll be happy to detail the numerous headaches I’ve given them.”
Stepping in a little closer, she squeezed his hand again. “I know my own mind and my own desires better than most. And unlike most, I will actually do what needs to be done to achieve them. I’ve yet to find a man who was willing to accept a woman as ambitious and determined as he is, if not more so.”
Lifting a brow, she met his gaze. “And I will not accept a husband who is content with a demure and soft-spoken wife. You will find neither of those things in me.”
The walk was comfortable, and the conversation between the two of them absolutely genuine. Keikelius found it difficult to be anything but. Not only was he a man that did not mince words, but he was also a man that was staring his potential future in the face. And holding her hand. If he did mess this arrangement up, he could only imagine the ire from both his mother and his father. Whatever strings they had pulled to make this courting arrangement, he would not squander the chance. No matter what his current stance on marrying was.
Thus far, he was rather taken to the idea of marrying the princess. She was every bit as vain as had been described to him, but he rather liked that. She was self aware, at the very least. Bold. She knew what she wanted. At one point he would need to see how she reacted under pressure, but he was too distracted to think about how to test her just yet. For now, he was going to enjoy their walk. Glancing down just once at their hands, he lifted an eyebrow to himself.
Keikelius had never imagined really getting to know a wife, or even taking one. This rapid shift in his direction in life was not one that brought him dismay. If anything, he found quiet delight and excitement that a match with the princess could be so very, very right. Not just politically, but romantically and emotionally as well. Stoic Keimelius was. Guarded, even. But even a man such as himself needed connection. His personality could easily sway in the wrong direction otherwise.
Giving a coy smile to his potential future wife, Kiekelius hummed out, "I will be quite disappointed if you tell me you are not one of those vipers, princess. Surely a woman in your position, with your brother on the throne, has needed to keep a keen eye on any and all courtiers that pass through your court?" he questioned with ease, pausing to shift a loose branch out of the pathway with his foot. Better not to snag the princess dress just because the gardeners were careless.
It was the question of her past times that caught more of his attention. A smirk settled on his lips once more. A hard woman with an interest in the softer talents. He could always respect that. Especially if her art was both beautiful and calming for her. "I would be pleased to see what you have painted sometime," he admitted, giving her a serene glance. "If you are not too inclined to keep it all to yourself," a nonchalant shrug.
The low rumble of a chuckle escaped him then as she stepped closer. He was also pleased that she was so bold and outspoken with her ideals. He needed someone to temper him. To see the world in a different way than he saw it. Not for its better qualities, but also for the harsher nature of the people around them. Keikelius was more than delighted that she so vehemently spoke against being a demure woman. Despite her role as a princess, he would have walked away if she had turned out meek.
"Then I think we are agreed that our match might make… a splendid union," Keikelius murmured, "I want an ambitious woman to keep me on your toes. You want a man who will not keep you in a cage. The only thing I require from you, princess, is complete fidelity," he commented easily, "I do not share. Ever. And if you have any current lovers, I pray you release them with no hope of ever finding your bed again. I will afford you the very same fidelity and confidence that you afford me, should you deign for our match to become a reality."
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The walk was comfortable, and the conversation between the two of them absolutely genuine. Keikelius found it difficult to be anything but. Not only was he a man that did not mince words, but he was also a man that was staring his potential future in the face. And holding her hand. If he did mess this arrangement up, he could only imagine the ire from both his mother and his father. Whatever strings they had pulled to make this courting arrangement, he would not squander the chance. No matter what his current stance on marrying was.
Thus far, he was rather taken to the idea of marrying the princess. She was every bit as vain as had been described to him, but he rather liked that. She was self aware, at the very least. Bold. She knew what she wanted. At one point he would need to see how she reacted under pressure, but he was too distracted to think about how to test her just yet. For now, he was going to enjoy their walk. Glancing down just once at their hands, he lifted an eyebrow to himself.
Keikelius had never imagined really getting to know a wife, or even taking one. This rapid shift in his direction in life was not one that brought him dismay. If anything, he found quiet delight and excitement that a match with the princess could be so very, very right. Not just politically, but romantically and emotionally as well. Stoic Keimelius was. Guarded, even. But even a man such as himself needed connection. His personality could easily sway in the wrong direction otherwise.
Giving a coy smile to his potential future wife, Kiekelius hummed out, "I will be quite disappointed if you tell me you are not one of those vipers, princess. Surely a woman in your position, with your brother on the throne, has needed to keep a keen eye on any and all courtiers that pass through your court?" he questioned with ease, pausing to shift a loose branch out of the pathway with his foot. Better not to snag the princess dress just because the gardeners were careless.
It was the question of her past times that caught more of his attention. A smirk settled on his lips once more. A hard woman with an interest in the softer talents. He could always respect that. Especially if her art was both beautiful and calming for her. "I would be pleased to see what you have painted sometime," he admitted, giving her a serene glance. "If you are not too inclined to keep it all to yourself," a nonchalant shrug.
The low rumble of a chuckle escaped him then as she stepped closer. He was also pleased that she was so bold and outspoken with her ideals. He needed someone to temper him. To see the world in a different way than he saw it. Not for its better qualities, but also for the harsher nature of the people around them. Keikelius was more than delighted that she so vehemently spoke against being a demure woman. Despite her role as a princess, he would have walked away if she had turned out meek.
"Then I think we are agreed that our match might make… a splendid union," Keikelius murmured, "I want an ambitious woman to keep me on your toes. You want a man who will not keep you in a cage. The only thing I require from you, princess, is complete fidelity," he commented easily, "I do not share. Ever. And if you have any current lovers, I pray you release them with no hope of ever finding your bed again. I will afford you the very same fidelity and confidence that you afford me, should you deign for our match to become a reality."
The walk was comfortable, and the conversation between the two of them absolutely genuine. Keikelius found it difficult to be anything but. Not only was he a man that did not mince words, but he was also a man that was staring his potential future in the face. And holding her hand. If he did mess this arrangement up, he could only imagine the ire from both his mother and his father. Whatever strings they had pulled to make this courting arrangement, he would not squander the chance. No matter what his current stance on marrying was.
Thus far, he was rather taken to the idea of marrying the princess. She was every bit as vain as had been described to him, but he rather liked that. She was self aware, at the very least. Bold. She knew what she wanted. At one point he would need to see how she reacted under pressure, but he was too distracted to think about how to test her just yet. For now, he was going to enjoy their walk. Glancing down just once at their hands, he lifted an eyebrow to himself.
Keikelius had never imagined really getting to know a wife, or even taking one. This rapid shift in his direction in life was not one that brought him dismay. If anything, he found quiet delight and excitement that a match with the princess could be so very, very right. Not just politically, but romantically and emotionally as well. Stoic Keimelius was. Guarded, even. But even a man such as himself needed connection. His personality could easily sway in the wrong direction otherwise.
Giving a coy smile to his potential future wife, Kiekelius hummed out, "I will be quite disappointed if you tell me you are not one of those vipers, princess. Surely a woman in your position, with your brother on the throne, has needed to keep a keen eye on any and all courtiers that pass through your court?" he questioned with ease, pausing to shift a loose branch out of the pathway with his foot. Better not to snag the princess dress just because the gardeners were careless.
It was the question of her past times that caught more of his attention. A smirk settled on his lips once more. A hard woman with an interest in the softer talents. He could always respect that. Especially if her art was both beautiful and calming for her. "I would be pleased to see what you have painted sometime," he admitted, giving her a serene glance. "If you are not too inclined to keep it all to yourself," a nonchalant shrug.
The low rumble of a chuckle escaped him then as she stepped closer. He was also pleased that she was so bold and outspoken with her ideals. He needed someone to temper him. To see the world in a different way than he saw it. Not for its better qualities, but also for the harsher nature of the people around them. Keikelius was more than delighted that she so vehemently spoke against being a demure woman. Despite her role as a princess, he would have walked away if she had turned out meek.
"Then I think we are agreed that our match might make… a splendid union," Keikelius murmured, "I want an ambitious woman to keep me on your toes. You want a man who will not keep you in a cage. The only thing I require from you, princess, is complete fidelity," he commented easily, "I do not share. Ever. And if you have any current lovers, I pray you release them with no hope of ever finding your bed again. I will afford you the very same fidelity and confidence that you afford me, should you deign for our match to become a reality."
This meeting was going well, almost surprisingly so. Her meetings with other potential suitors had not gone nearly so well, much to her brother’s annoyance and frustration. But Circenia was a stubborn woman, and Minas knew this; she would accept no one that did not interest her. She was lucky her brother doted on her so thoroughly—he would not force her into a marriage she did not want. Though, she believed he was starting to regret that decision.
Keikelius, however… he was a different breed than the other men who’d sought her hand before. Quiet and thoughtful, he asked the right questions and said all the right things. There was a calm cunning to this man, an underlying ruthless ambition that simmered just beneath the surface. It called to her like the sun did the sky, and each step they took, each word that passed between them only left her wanting to know more. This was a man she could actually see spending her life with. Did he feel the same about her?
A smile broke over her face as he continued to speak, blue eyes sparkling with mirth as they glanced his way. “Lord Keikelius, I assure you that I’m the most dangerous viper of them all,” she told him in a low voice, her smile fading to a dark smirk. “There is nothing that goes on in the Athenian Court that I am not aware of. Nothing. And there are no lengths I won’t go to in order to ensure that the other snakes know their place. They can hiss and strike all they want, so long as they realize where they belong. I am not tolerant of fools or usurpers.”
They walked for another few moments in silence before he commented on her paintings, her smile a little lighter and more genuine this time. “They are nothing of note, my lord, I assure you. I doubt they would catch your eye.” She chuckled. “But if it would please you, I’d be happy to show you some time. Just remember I warned you about their lack of magnificence.” Tossing her hair, she added with a wink, “One of the only areas in which I don’t excel, I’ll have you know. I promise I can impress you in a multitude of other ways.”
At last, their walk came to an end at the entrance of the gardens, a complete loop from they’d begun. The princess turned to face him as he spoke, squeezing his hand briefly before letting her own fall away. “We seem well-matched, indeed,” she replied in a murmur, dropping her eyes to hide her amusement when he insisted on her fidelity. “I don’t take lovers lightly, Lord Keikelius, that I can promise you,” she assured him. “As you know, I occupy a precarious position in Athenian society, and I cannot afford to make undue mistakes. Should you accept me as your bride, you need not have any worries there. My body and my affections would be yours and yours alone, just as I would expect your own to be.”
Reaching over, Circenia brushed an errant lock of hair from his forehead, her touch lingering for just a moment longer than it needed to. “Speak to my brother. Assert your intentions, and I’m sure you’ll be happy with the answer you find.” With a mischievous smile, she leaned in and brushed her lips against his cheek, whispering against his skin, “Don’t keep me waiting for too long.”
And with that, she was gone, heading back up the path to the Palati with a smile on her face and an unaccustomed lightness in her heart. She hadn’t expected this meeting to go anywhere near as well as it had, but now that it was over… Circenia would be waiting eagerly to hear again from the lord of Stravos.
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This meeting was going well, almost surprisingly so. Her meetings with other potential suitors had not gone nearly so well, much to her brother’s annoyance and frustration. But Circenia was a stubborn woman, and Minas knew this; she would accept no one that did not interest her. She was lucky her brother doted on her so thoroughly—he would not force her into a marriage she did not want. Though, she believed he was starting to regret that decision.
Keikelius, however… he was a different breed than the other men who’d sought her hand before. Quiet and thoughtful, he asked the right questions and said all the right things. There was a calm cunning to this man, an underlying ruthless ambition that simmered just beneath the surface. It called to her like the sun did the sky, and each step they took, each word that passed between them only left her wanting to know more. This was a man she could actually see spending her life with. Did he feel the same about her?
A smile broke over her face as he continued to speak, blue eyes sparkling with mirth as they glanced his way. “Lord Keikelius, I assure you that I’m the most dangerous viper of them all,” she told him in a low voice, her smile fading to a dark smirk. “There is nothing that goes on in the Athenian Court that I am not aware of. Nothing. And there are no lengths I won’t go to in order to ensure that the other snakes know their place. They can hiss and strike all they want, so long as they realize where they belong. I am not tolerant of fools or usurpers.”
They walked for another few moments in silence before he commented on her paintings, her smile a little lighter and more genuine this time. “They are nothing of note, my lord, I assure you. I doubt they would catch your eye.” She chuckled. “But if it would please you, I’d be happy to show you some time. Just remember I warned you about their lack of magnificence.” Tossing her hair, she added with a wink, “One of the only areas in which I don’t excel, I’ll have you know. I promise I can impress you in a multitude of other ways.”
At last, their walk came to an end at the entrance of the gardens, a complete loop from they’d begun. The princess turned to face him as he spoke, squeezing his hand briefly before letting her own fall away. “We seem well-matched, indeed,” she replied in a murmur, dropping her eyes to hide her amusement when he insisted on her fidelity. “I don’t take lovers lightly, Lord Keikelius, that I can promise you,” she assured him. “As you know, I occupy a precarious position in Athenian society, and I cannot afford to make undue mistakes. Should you accept me as your bride, you need not have any worries there. My body and my affections would be yours and yours alone, just as I would expect your own to be.”
Reaching over, Circenia brushed an errant lock of hair from his forehead, her touch lingering for just a moment longer than it needed to. “Speak to my brother. Assert your intentions, and I’m sure you’ll be happy with the answer you find.” With a mischievous smile, she leaned in and brushed her lips against his cheek, whispering against his skin, “Don’t keep me waiting for too long.”
And with that, she was gone, heading back up the path to the Palati with a smile on her face and an unaccustomed lightness in her heart. She hadn’t expected this meeting to go anywhere near as well as it had, but now that it was over… Circenia would be waiting eagerly to hear again from the lord of Stravos.
This meeting was going well, almost surprisingly so. Her meetings with other potential suitors had not gone nearly so well, much to her brother’s annoyance and frustration. But Circenia was a stubborn woman, and Minas knew this; she would accept no one that did not interest her. She was lucky her brother doted on her so thoroughly—he would not force her into a marriage she did not want. Though, she believed he was starting to regret that decision.
Keikelius, however… he was a different breed than the other men who’d sought her hand before. Quiet and thoughtful, he asked the right questions and said all the right things. There was a calm cunning to this man, an underlying ruthless ambition that simmered just beneath the surface. It called to her like the sun did the sky, and each step they took, each word that passed between them only left her wanting to know more. This was a man she could actually see spending her life with. Did he feel the same about her?
A smile broke over her face as he continued to speak, blue eyes sparkling with mirth as they glanced his way. “Lord Keikelius, I assure you that I’m the most dangerous viper of them all,” she told him in a low voice, her smile fading to a dark smirk. “There is nothing that goes on in the Athenian Court that I am not aware of. Nothing. And there are no lengths I won’t go to in order to ensure that the other snakes know their place. They can hiss and strike all they want, so long as they realize where they belong. I am not tolerant of fools or usurpers.”
They walked for another few moments in silence before he commented on her paintings, her smile a little lighter and more genuine this time. “They are nothing of note, my lord, I assure you. I doubt they would catch your eye.” She chuckled. “But if it would please you, I’d be happy to show you some time. Just remember I warned you about their lack of magnificence.” Tossing her hair, she added with a wink, “One of the only areas in which I don’t excel, I’ll have you know. I promise I can impress you in a multitude of other ways.”
At last, their walk came to an end at the entrance of the gardens, a complete loop from they’d begun. The princess turned to face him as he spoke, squeezing his hand briefly before letting her own fall away. “We seem well-matched, indeed,” she replied in a murmur, dropping her eyes to hide her amusement when he insisted on her fidelity. “I don’t take lovers lightly, Lord Keikelius, that I can promise you,” she assured him. “As you know, I occupy a precarious position in Athenian society, and I cannot afford to make undue mistakes. Should you accept me as your bride, you need not have any worries there. My body and my affections would be yours and yours alone, just as I would expect your own to be.”
Reaching over, Circenia brushed an errant lock of hair from his forehead, her touch lingering for just a moment longer than it needed to. “Speak to my brother. Assert your intentions, and I’m sure you’ll be happy with the answer you find.” With a mischievous smile, she leaned in and brushed her lips against his cheek, whispering against his skin, “Don’t keep me waiting for too long.”
And with that, she was gone, heading back up the path to the Palati with a smile on her face and an unaccustomed lightness in her heart. She hadn’t expected this meeting to go anywhere near as well as it had, but now that it was over… Circenia would be waiting eagerly to hear again from the lord of Stravos.