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It has been three weeks since Queen Persephone was rumoured to be either missing or dead and her continued absence only leads people to believe the truth in the latter. Whilst, initially, it was deemed by Lord Elias to be inappropriate for Princess Emilia to aid in holding Senate during her grief, the Senators of Athenia are now severely restless as the Lord Elias has ordered the doors to the Senate closed for the third week running. Noblemen within the city have travelled to the Dikastirio to find the doors closed and no form of personage available to have them unlocked. Instead, the women and men of the court, congregate outside the barred way, in the Dikastirio courtyard and discuss their concerns over the current state of affairs...
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It has been three weeks since Queen Persephone was rumoured to be either missing or dead and her continued absence only leads people to believe the truth in the latter. Whilst, initially, it was deemed by Lord Elias to be inappropriate for Princess Emilia to aid in holding Senate during her grief, the Senators of Athenia are now severely restless as the Lord Elias has ordered the doors to the Senate closed for the third week running. Noblemen within the city have travelled to the Dikastirio to find the doors closed and no form of personage available to have them unlocked. Instead, the women and men of the court, congregate outside the barred way, in the Dikastirio courtyard and discuss their concerns over the current state of affairs...
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It has been three weeks since Queen Persephone was rumoured to be either missing or dead and her continued absence only leads people to believe the truth in the latter. Whilst, initially, it was deemed by Lord Elias to be inappropriate for Princess Emilia to aid in holding Senate during her grief, the Senators of Athenia are now severely restless as the Lord Elias has ordered the doors to the Senate closed for the third week running. Noblemen within the city have travelled to the Dikastirio to find the doors closed and no form of personage available to have them unlocked. Instead, the women and men of the court, congregate outside the barred way, in the Dikastirio courtyard and discuss their concerns over the current state of affairs...
Tense was the nicest way of putting his feelings.
Things had felt out of sorts since the moment the king had died. No, since the moment the senate vote occured. Unrest had taken hold of Athenia and there had been very little he could do about it. No matter how hard he had tried to appease the Senators, his lack of answers had little effect on them. He had worked to give counsel to both Emilia and her ‘warden’, but her grief kept her from doing anything and Elias let his words pass through his ears without retaining a thing he said.
He had tried and failed to make them both see reason. And now, with the doors sealed for a third time, there was little he could to but keep back and hope that anger wasn’t taken out on him.
To make matters even more aggravating for him, there had been no word from any of the messengers he had sent out. He was certain that he would have gotten a note from Persephone, had it been received. But nothing had come, and it had been hard to hold on to hope that she had made it safely to Taegnea. Nothing from Iason, no whispers that had made their way back to him. It was easy to see that he was sinking deeper and deeper into his own frustrations and depression. Phillipa was gone, under the protection of his wife’s family, and his wife had been just as busy with her own matters.
He felt alone.
Aimias, as always, was the first to show up to the doors. And he couldn’t pretend to be surprised that no one would be gathering that day. Nothing formal would happen. He turned to his wife, hands crossed against his chest. “It appears that another week will pass before anything is voted on.” His frustration was visible in his eyes, the dark shadows covering his face. Sleep has been difficult to find, and he wasn’t one to try and assist the process.
“This will not bode well, my lady.” He said softly to her, fingers gently brushing against her.
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Tense was the nicest way of putting his feelings.
Things had felt out of sorts since the moment the king had died. No, since the moment the senate vote occured. Unrest had taken hold of Athenia and there had been very little he could do about it. No matter how hard he had tried to appease the Senators, his lack of answers had little effect on them. He had worked to give counsel to both Emilia and her ‘warden’, but her grief kept her from doing anything and Elias let his words pass through his ears without retaining a thing he said.
He had tried and failed to make them both see reason. And now, with the doors sealed for a third time, there was little he could to but keep back and hope that anger wasn’t taken out on him.
To make matters even more aggravating for him, there had been no word from any of the messengers he had sent out. He was certain that he would have gotten a note from Persephone, had it been received. But nothing had come, and it had been hard to hold on to hope that she had made it safely to Taegnea. Nothing from Iason, no whispers that had made their way back to him. It was easy to see that he was sinking deeper and deeper into his own frustrations and depression. Phillipa was gone, under the protection of his wife’s family, and his wife had been just as busy with her own matters.
He felt alone.
Aimias, as always, was the first to show up to the doors. And he couldn’t pretend to be surprised that no one would be gathering that day. Nothing formal would happen. He turned to his wife, hands crossed against his chest. “It appears that another week will pass before anything is voted on.” His frustration was visible in his eyes, the dark shadows covering his face. Sleep has been difficult to find, and he wasn’t one to try and assist the process.
“This will not bode well, my lady.” He said softly to her, fingers gently brushing against her.
Tense was the nicest way of putting his feelings.
Things had felt out of sorts since the moment the king had died. No, since the moment the senate vote occured. Unrest had taken hold of Athenia and there had been very little he could do about it. No matter how hard he had tried to appease the Senators, his lack of answers had little effect on them. He had worked to give counsel to both Emilia and her ‘warden’, but her grief kept her from doing anything and Elias let his words pass through his ears without retaining a thing he said.
He had tried and failed to make them both see reason. And now, with the doors sealed for a third time, there was little he could to but keep back and hope that anger wasn’t taken out on him.
To make matters even more aggravating for him, there had been no word from any of the messengers he had sent out. He was certain that he would have gotten a note from Persephone, had it been received. But nothing had come, and it had been hard to hold on to hope that she had made it safely to Taegnea. Nothing from Iason, no whispers that had made their way back to him. It was easy to see that he was sinking deeper and deeper into his own frustrations and depression. Phillipa was gone, under the protection of his wife’s family, and his wife had been just as busy with her own matters.
He felt alone.
Aimias, as always, was the first to show up to the doors. And he couldn’t pretend to be surprised that no one would be gathering that day. Nothing formal would happen. He turned to his wife, hands crossed against his chest. “It appears that another week will pass before anything is voted on.” His frustration was visible in his eyes, the dark shadows covering his face. Sleep has been difficult to find, and he wasn’t one to try and assist the process.
“This will not bode well, my lady.” He said softly to her, fingers gently brushing against her.
She wore black. Mourning was not exactly fashionable, but with the very recent death of her father, soft blues and purples did not seem appropriate. It had all happened like a whirlwind. Like the storm that had slammed Aetaea only weeks before. One thing after another and Iris' outlook on the state of the kingdom was already becoming bleak.with the king having passed, Persephone having disappeared, and the Senate not running, among other happenings in the city, things really were beginning to feel increasingly tense.
Gaios walked with her that morning, his blue gaze focused ahead of them as he tried to maintain a mask of calm. Her steward seemed to tighten his grip on the work he carried with him when the only individual ahead waiting at the Dikastirio was her husband. Reaching a hand over, she touched his shoulder, giving him a silent order to hang back for a moment.
The two of them had been so busy with their own tasks of late that it had been a struggle to find a moment with her new husband. He was trying to keep counsel with the young princess and Elias of Stravos while she was trying to find her bearings as baroness of Aetaea. It was… a trying time that had left little, if any, chance for bonding. Often, either one of them would fall into bed beside the other and just sleep.
Eyeing her husband with an air of caution, Iris approached Aimias, her shoulders almost tense as she glanced toward the closed doors. Once again, it would not open and the tension and frustration was visible on Aimias's features. Maybe masked to some, but even years apart still left her with some insight into the mind of one of her oldest friends. Lifting a hand, she easily allowed him to brush hers with his own. For her part, Iris grasped his hand and angled them in a way that no one else could see Aimias' face, hoping to give him a moment of reprieve in which he could compose himself.
With her focus entirely on him, Iris tilted her head the slightest bit to show that she was listening. In a normal circumstance, Iris would have scolded him playfully for using a title instead of her name. He still seemed to think himself below his station, which was not true. He was the only Lord of the Argyris house now and he didn't have to call her lady. But this was not a normal circumstance. "Aimias," she said very calmly, keeping his hand in her own, "None of the recent happenings bode well for anyone, much less the functioning of the Kingdom. But you are one man. A man who will be of no help to anyone if he does not find his rest," Iris reminded him quietly, "It is not all on your shoulders to find a solution."
Then, a pause as she considered her husband, "Tell me what I can do." If there was anything at all that Iris could aid in, she would do it. Though, she knew it would likely be a fruitless venture in the grand scheme of things.
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She wore black. Mourning was not exactly fashionable, but with the very recent death of her father, soft blues and purples did not seem appropriate. It had all happened like a whirlwind. Like the storm that had slammed Aetaea only weeks before. One thing after another and Iris' outlook on the state of the kingdom was already becoming bleak.with the king having passed, Persephone having disappeared, and the Senate not running, among other happenings in the city, things really were beginning to feel increasingly tense.
Gaios walked with her that morning, his blue gaze focused ahead of them as he tried to maintain a mask of calm. Her steward seemed to tighten his grip on the work he carried with him when the only individual ahead waiting at the Dikastirio was her husband. Reaching a hand over, she touched his shoulder, giving him a silent order to hang back for a moment.
The two of them had been so busy with their own tasks of late that it had been a struggle to find a moment with her new husband. He was trying to keep counsel with the young princess and Elias of Stravos while she was trying to find her bearings as baroness of Aetaea. It was… a trying time that had left little, if any, chance for bonding. Often, either one of them would fall into bed beside the other and just sleep.
Eyeing her husband with an air of caution, Iris approached Aimias, her shoulders almost tense as she glanced toward the closed doors. Once again, it would not open and the tension and frustration was visible on Aimias's features. Maybe masked to some, but even years apart still left her with some insight into the mind of one of her oldest friends. Lifting a hand, she easily allowed him to brush hers with his own. For her part, Iris grasped his hand and angled them in a way that no one else could see Aimias' face, hoping to give him a moment of reprieve in which he could compose himself.
With her focus entirely on him, Iris tilted her head the slightest bit to show that she was listening. In a normal circumstance, Iris would have scolded him playfully for using a title instead of her name. He still seemed to think himself below his station, which was not true. He was the only Lord of the Argyris house now and he didn't have to call her lady. But this was not a normal circumstance. "Aimias," she said very calmly, keeping his hand in her own, "None of the recent happenings bode well for anyone, much less the functioning of the Kingdom. But you are one man. A man who will be of no help to anyone if he does not find his rest," Iris reminded him quietly, "It is not all on your shoulders to find a solution."
Then, a pause as she considered her husband, "Tell me what I can do." If there was anything at all that Iris could aid in, she would do it. Though, she knew it would likely be a fruitless venture in the grand scheme of things.
She wore black. Mourning was not exactly fashionable, but with the very recent death of her father, soft blues and purples did not seem appropriate. It had all happened like a whirlwind. Like the storm that had slammed Aetaea only weeks before. One thing after another and Iris' outlook on the state of the kingdom was already becoming bleak.with the king having passed, Persephone having disappeared, and the Senate not running, among other happenings in the city, things really were beginning to feel increasingly tense.
Gaios walked with her that morning, his blue gaze focused ahead of them as he tried to maintain a mask of calm. Her steward seemed to tighten his grip on the work he carried with him when the only individual ahead waiting at the Dikastirio was her husband. Reaching a hand over, she touched his shoulder, giving him a silent order to hang back for a moment.
The two of them had been so busy with their own tasks of late that it had been a struggle to find a moment with her new husband. He was trying to keep counsel with the young princess and Elias of Stravos while she was trying to find her bearings as baroness of Aetaea. It was… a trying time that had left little, if any, chance for bonding. Often, either one of them would fall into bed beside the other and just sleep.
Eyeing her husband with an air of caution, Iris approached Aimias, her shoulders almost tense as she glanced toward the closed doors. Once again, it would not open and the tension and frustration was visible on Aimias's features. Maybe masked to some, but even years apart still left her with some insight into the mind of one of her oldest friends. Lifting a hand, she easily allowed him to brush hers with his own. For her part, Iris grasped his hand and angled them in a way that no one else could see Aimias' face, hoping to give him a moment of reprieve in which he could compose himself.
With her focus entirely on him, Iris tilted her head the slightest bit to show that she was listening. In a normal circumstance, Iris would have scolded him playfully for using a title instead of her name. He still seemed to think himself below his station, which was not true. He was the only Lord of the Argyris house now and he didn't have to call her lady. But this was not a normal circumstance. "Aimias," she said very calmly, keeping his hand in her own, "None of the recent happenings bode well for anyone, much less the functioning of the Kingdom. But you are one man. A man who will be of no help to anyone if he does not find his rest," Iris reminded him quietly, "It is not all on your shoulders to find a solution."
Then, a pause as she considered her husband, "Tell me what I can do." If there was anything at all that Iris could aid in, she would do it. Though, she knew it would likely be a fruitless venture in the grand scheme of things.
Curveball Closed Doors
As nobles and their women collect in the open courtyard of the Senate that has barred its doors to their entrance, the murmuring and chatter of the people is interrupted by the crunching, marching down of uniformed feet upon paved stone. Those who have been refused entry to the Senate turn to witness a series of men wearing Xanthos uniform. They hold spears and wear swords at their hip and their leader holds his helmet beneath his arm so that he might address those who gather.
"The Senate has been ordered closed by Princess Emilia of Xanthos. You are all to return to your homes or will be found guilty of sedition to the actively ruling princess. Please leave, before you are made to."
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As nobles and their women collect in the open courtyard of the Senate that has barred its doors to their entrance, the murmuring and chatter of the people is interrupted by the crunching, marching down of uniformed feet upon paved stone. Those who have been refused entry to the Senate turn to witness a series of men wearing Xanthos uniform. They hold spears and wear swords at their hip and their leader holds his helmet beneath his arm so that he might address those who gather.
"The Senate has been ordered closed by Princess Emilia of Xanthos. You are all to return to your homes or will be found guilty of sedition to the actively ruling princess. Please leave, before you are made to."
Curveball Closed Doors
As nobles and their women collect in the open courtyard of the Senate that has barred its doors to their entrance, the murmuring and chatter of the people is interrupted by the crunching, marching down of uniformed feet upon paved stone. Those who have been refused entry to the Senate turn to witness a series of men wearing Xanthos uniform. They hold spears and wear swords at their hip and their leader holds his helmet beneath his arm so that he might address those who gather.
"The Senate has been ordered closed by Princess Emilia of Xanthos. You are all to return to your homes or will be found guilty of sedition to the actively ruling princess. Please leave, before you are made to."
Iris felt her heart sink at the sound of crunching steps, marching to the same beat behind the gathering group of people. For the Senate to be closed for so long was almost unheard of, and there was so little that many of the senators could do without the senate being open that it was starting to breed resentment and frustration toward the young princess. It had only been a few days since Queen Persephone had disappeared, but already the confusion and frustration were palpable. Turning her gaze toward the gathering of soldiers, Iris tried not to grit her teeth.
This was bordering on a level of outrageous and she doubted that it was truly Princess Emilia's decision to keep the senate closed. But they had no means of doing anything about this now, not when there was the threat of legal action and chaos standing in droves before them and the other people of the senate.
Squeezing Aimias' hand, Iris glanced back toward his face. "We need to go," she coaxed him, "Both of us cannot risk legal action," she whispered sharply to him, glancing up toward the crowd once more. There was clear confusion on the faces of the senators and their wives. This was an unusual circumstance, and Iris could see the way that such a turn of events was leaving a bitter taste in the mouths of her peers.
What were they to do but comply? The use of excessive force would not put the minds of nobles at ease about the future of Athenia. However, if the Senate remained closed for too much longer, it would not be just the nobles that would find fault with the Princess, but also the common folk. Iris tried not to grimace at the thought, settling her pleading gaze back on her husband. "Please, Aimias," she said softly, "If we leave, the others will follow. If we stay, you will be actively inciting disdain and brute force where there need be none," she reasoned, starting to step backward with his hand in hers still. She had laced their fingers in a blatant refusal to let him go.
If he stayed, so would she. They would bear the brunt of the consequences together because she would not let him do it alone. "I have not asked for much," she said carefully, "But I must ask you for this. Right here and now. We need to go."
There was no other choice. If Iris were to be arrested, Aetaea would likely find suffering. If he were to be arrested, his aid could not be given to the young princess, nor the Kingdom that he was working so hard to protect. But Iris' silent assertion still stood. She would not leave without Aimias. There was nothing he could say or do to make her leave. If one of them stayed, so did the other. If one of them went, so did the other. Unyielding and stubborn, she refused to give him any other option.
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Iris felt her heart sink at the sound of crunching steps, marching to the same beat behind the gathering group of people. For the Senate to be closed for so long was almost unheard of, and there was so little that many of the senators could do without the senate being open that it was starting to breed resentment and frustration toward the young princess. It had only been a few days since Queen Persephone had disappeared, but already the confusion and frustration were palpable. Turning her gaze toward the gathering of soldiers, Iris tried not to grit her teeth.
This was bordering on a level of outrageous and she doubted that it was truly Princess Emilia's decision to keep the senate closed. But they had no means of doing anything about this now, not when there was the threat of legal action and chaos standing in droves before them and the other people of the senate.
Squeezing Aimias' hand, Iris glanced back toward his face. "We need to go," she coaxed him, "Both of us cannot risk legal action," she whispered sharply to him, glancing up toward the crowd once more. There was clear confusion on the faces of the senators and their wives. This was an unusual circumstance, and Iris could see the way that such a turn of events was leaving a bitter taste in the mouths of her peers.
What were they to do but comply? The use of excessive force would not put the minds of nobles at ease about the future of Athenia. However, if the Senate remained closed for too much longer, it would not be just the nobles that would find fault with the Princess, but also the common folk. Iris tried not to grimace at the thought, settling her pleading gaze back on her husband. "Please, Aimias," she said softly, "If we leave, the others will follow. If we stay, you will be actively inciting disdain and brute force where there need be none," she reasoned, starting to step backward with his hand in hers still. She had laced their fingers in a blatant refusal to let him go.
If he stayed, so would she. They would bear the brunt of the consequences together because she would not let him do it alone. "I have not asked for much," she said carefully, "But I must ask you for this. Right here and now. We need to go."
There was no other choice. If Iris were to be arrested, Aetaea would likely find suffering. If he were to be arrested, his aid could not be given to the young princess, nor the Kingdom that he was working so hard to protect. But Iris' silent assertion still stood. She would not leave without Aimias. There was nothing he could say or do to make her leave. If one of them stayed, so did the other. If one of them went, so did the other. Unyielding and stubborn, she refused to give him any other option.
Iris felt her heart sink at the sound of crunching steps, marching to the same beat behind the gathering group of people. For the Senate to be closed for so long was almost unheard of, and there was so little that many of the senators could do without the senate being open that it was starting to breed resentment and frustration toward the young princess. It had only been a few days since Queen Persephone had disappeared, but already the confusion and frustration were palpable. Turning her gaze toward the gathering of soldiers, Iris tried not to grit her teeth.
This was bordering on a level of outrageous and she doubted that it was truly Princess Emilia's decision to keep the senate closed. But they had no means of doing anything about this now, not when there was the threat of legal action and chaos standing in droves before them and the other people of the senate.
Squeezing Aimias' hand, Iris glanced back toward his face. "We need to go," she coaxed him, "Both of us cannot risk legal action," she whispered sharply to him, glancing up toward the crowd once more. There was clear confusion on the faces of the senators and their wives. This was an unusual circumstance, and Iris could see the way that such a turn of events was leaving a bitter taste in the mouths of her peers.
What were they to do but comply? The use of excessive force would not put the minds of nobles at ease about the future of Athenia. However, if the Senate remained closed for too much longer, it would not be just the nobles that would find fault with the Princess, but also the common folk. Iris tried not to grimace at the thought, settling her pleading gaze back on her husband. "Please, Aimias," she said softly, "If we leave, the others will follow. If we stay, you will be actively inciting disdain and brute force where there need be none," she reasoned, starting to step backward with his hand in hers still. She had laced their fingers in a blatant refusal to let him go.
If he stayed, so would she. They would bear the brunt of the consequences together because she would not let him do it alone. "I have not asked for much," she said carefully, "But I must ask you for this. Right here and now. We need to go."
There was no other choice. If Iris were to be arrested, Aetaea would likely find suffering. If he were to be arrested, his aid could not be given to the young princess, nor the Kingdom that he was working so hard to protect. But Iris' silent assertion still stood. She would not leave without Aimias. There was nothing he could say or do to make her leave. If one of them stayed, so did the other. If one of them went, so did the other. Unyielding and stubborn, she refused to give him any other option.
The new lord had every intention of speaking to his wife quietly about the situation, wanting to give her a weee little insight to the true discourse of the people. But the words stuck in his throat as soon his eyes met hers. He needed to say far more than the crowd would allow, but held his tongue. He wanted nothing more than to tell her just how severe the stress had been. Aimias wanted to share the threat that hung over both their heads. And yet, his own quiet pride kept him silent as she tried to reassure him that this was not his fault.
And yet, it was.
He didn’t tell her anything. He couldn’t. But he was about to lean in, to whisper something to her as the sound of timed footfall against the floor. Aimias turned towards the sound, focusing on the men who were making it clear that they needed to move on.
Elias.
The announcement was made loudly to those standing outside, leaving absolutely no doubt that they meant to do what they said. And Aimias did not like the precedence that it set. It made the princess appear as if she was attempting to dismantle the senate, as if she was attempting to gain more power that she had. And, if anyone knew Emilia, they would know that she would never suggest closing it. But to the people, who had no idea just how much influence Elias had over the young princess. And there was little Aimias could do to stop it.
He was fuming.
He wanted to make a stand against this. Wanted nothing more than to raise up the crowds and force the senate to meet. Aimias could not stand how quickly Athenia was breaking down, and how much it looked to the average person like it was the fault of the Xanthos family. He had to do something more than just stand back while the city burned. He had trusted his King in the decision to fight the inheritance laws. He had trusted the way it would fall, had stood firmly in front of the senate. And now, for the first time, he was doubting his stance. Not that he didn't trust the Xanthos family, but he had always been firmly on the side of Athenia. And his loyalty was to the people-- it was how he got the position in the first place.
If he had not married Iris, he could have taken a stand, and it would have only affected him. But now, he was titled. Husband and Baron. She was right-- they could not risk legal action. ”You are right.” He said to her quietly, hoping that the rest would do what he could do. Fight this. Open it anyway. ”We can not risk it.” He tucked her arm into his. ”It is the last thing I want to do. This is not Emilia, and you and I know this. But we cannot, there is too much at stake.”
He glared at the guards, then moved to leave.
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The new lord had every intention of speaking to his wife quietly about the situation, wanting to give her a weee little insight to the true discourse of the people. But the words stuck in his throat as soon his eyes met hers. He needed to say far more than the crowd would allow, but held his tongue. He wanted nothing more than to tell her just how severe the stress had been. Aimias wanted to share the threat that hung over both their heads. And yet, his own quiet pride kept him silent as she tried to reassure him that this was not his fault.
And yet, it was.
He didn’t tell her anything. He couldn’t. But he was about to lean in, to whisper something to her as the sound of timed footfall against the floor. Aimias turned towards the sound, focusing on the men who were making it clear that they needed to move on.
Elias.
The announcement was made loudly to those standing outside, leaving absolutely no doubt that they meant to do what they said. And Aimias did not like the precedence that it set. It made the princess appear as if she was attempting to dismantle the senate, as if she was attempting to gain more power that she had. And, if anyone knew Emilia, they would know that she would never suggest closing it. But to the people, who had no idea just how much influence Elias had over the young princess. And there was little Aimias could do to stop it.
He was fuming.
He wanted to make a stand against this. Wanted nothing more than to raise up the crowds and force the senate to meet. Aimias could not stand how quickly Athenia was breaking down, and how much it looked to the average person like it was the fault of the Xanthos family. He had to do something more than just stand back while the city burned. He had trusted his King in the decision to fight the inheritance laws. He had trusted the way it would fall, had stood firmly in front of the senate. And now, for the first time, he was doubting his stance. Not that he didn't trust the Xanthos family, but he had always been firmly on the side of Athenia. And his loyalty was to the people-- it was how he got the position in the first place.
If he had not married Iris, he could have taken a stand, and it would have only affected him. But now, he was titled. Husband and Baron. She was right-- they could not risk legal action. ”You are right.” He said to her quietly, hoping that the rest would do what he could do. Fight this. Open it anyway. ”We can not risk it.” He tucked her arm into his. ”It is the last thing I want to do. This is not Emilia, and you and I know this. But we cannot, there is too much at stake.”
He glared at the guards, then moved to leave.
The new lord had every intention of speaking to his wife quietly about the situation, wanting to give her a weee little insight to the true discourse of the people. But the words stuck in his throat as soon his eyes met hers. He needed to say far more than the crowd would allow, but held his tongue. He wanted nothing more than to tell her just how severe the stress had been. Aimias wanted to share the threat that hung over both their heads. And yet, his own quiet pride kept him silent as she tried to reassure him that this was not his fault.
And yet, it was.
He didn’t tell her anything. He couldn’t. But he was about to lean in, to whisper something to her as the sound of timed footfall against the floor. Aimias turned towards the sound, focusing on the men who were making it clear that they needed to move on.
Elias.
The announcement was made loudly to those standing outside, leaving absolutely no doubt that they meant to do what they said. And Aimias did not like the precedence that it set. It made the princess appear as if she was attempting to dismantle the senate, as if she was attempting to gain more power that she had. And, if anyone knew Emilia, they would know that she would never suggest closing it. But to the people, who had no idea just how much influence Elias had over the young princess. And there was little Aimias could do to stop it.
He was fuming.
He wanted to make a stand against this. Wanted nothing more than to raise up the crowds and force the senate to meet. Aimias could not stand how quickly Athenia was breaking down, and how much it looked to the average person like it was the fault of the Xanthos family. He had to do something more than just stand back while the city burned. He had trusted his King in the decision to fight the inheritance laws. He had trusted the way it would fall, had stood firmly in front of the senate. And now, for the first time, he was doubting his stance. Not that he didn't trust the Xanthos family, but he had always been firmly on the side of Athenia. And his loyalty was to the people-- it was how he got the position in the first place.
If he had not married Iris, he could have taken a stand, and it would have only affected him. But now, he was titled. Husband and Baron. She was right-- they could not risk legal action. ”You are right.” He said to her quietly, hoping that the rest would do what he could do. Fight this. Open it anyway. ”We can not risk it.” He tucked her arm into his. ”It is the last thing I want to do. This is not Emilia, and you and I know this. But we cannot, there is too much at stake.”