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The Lord was seriously beginning to wonder which of the Gods he had annoyed to be presented with so vexing a girl, brows rising in exasperation as he heard the breathy words and then the brattish sigh that followed. Next time, he decided, he would just leave her at the markets and be done with it.
His concerns about carrying her were rather overshadowed by the desire to just deposit her upon her mother or sisters and be on his way, and as Achilleas caught her around the back of her knees he tried not to roll his eyes to heaven at the moan that escaped her. Had she not been so bratty and overdramatic already it might have been that she would have had more of the impact she hoped for upon the Baron. She was not an unattractive girl after all, if one overlooked the childishness.
But as it was, the Lord Mikaelidas was rueing the moment he had decided to be gentlemanly. And when she said she felt safe he gave up trying to hide his disbelief. “Really, Dafni, I’m not certain what you…”
But Achilleas could get no further, for as he began to turn to carry her toward her home, a voice called out and for the briefest of moments, he actually considered just dropping his burden to the ground and holding up his hands to protest his innocence. Until Achilleas got a grip and realised he was innocent, and if anything, Fotios ought to be thanking him for bringing this wild girl home before someone less scrupulous found her. Someone like his brother or cousin.
Dafni had gone suddenly limp in his arms. Her whisper brushing across his ear as he laid his eyes upon the girl’s father. Cursing her for leaving him to explain this himself, there was not a lot he could do about it, and so Achilleas was forced to play along.
“Ah, my Lord Fotios. The Lady Dafni was taken unwell at the markets and I could not leave her maid to tend her alone. I wanted to ensure they both got back safely, with things being as they are” He very deliberately did not look at the girl slumped in his arms, but did at least try and put her father’s mind at rest that she was not suffering anything too serious. He was beginning to wonder if she suffered at all, and was annoyed at himself for having been so taken in by a slip of a girl.
“It is the heat I think, my Lord” he added anyway, lest the man think it anything more.
Achilleas was not certain what to do then. Should he hand Dafni off to her father? Carry her inside as he had intended? He paused, waited for some cue from the Head of the Leventi House as to how to proceed.
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The Lord was seriously beginning to wonder which of the Gods he had annoyed to be presented with so vexing a girl, brows rising in exasperation as he heard the breathy words and then the brattish sigh that followed. Next time, he decided, he would just leave her at the markets and be done with it.
His concerns about carrying her were rather overshadowed by the desire to just deposit her upon her mother or sisters and be on his way, and as Achilleas caught her around the back of her knees he tried not to roll his eyes to heaven at the moan that escaped her. Had she not been so bratty and overdramatic already it might have been that she would have had more of the impact she hoped for upon the Baron. She was not an unattractive girl after all, if one overlooked the childishness.
But as it was, the Lord Mikaelidas was rueing the moment he had decided to be gentlemanly. And when she said she felt safe he gave up trying to hide his disbelief. “Really, Dafni, I’m not certain what you…”
But Achilleas could get no further, for as he began to turn to carry her toward her home, a voice called out and for the briefest of moments, he actually considered just dropping his burden to the ground and holding up his hands to protest his innocence. Until Achilleas got a grip and realised he was innocent, and if anything, Fotios ought to be thanking him for bringing this wild girl home before someone less scrupulous found her. Someone like his brother or cousin.
Dafni had gone suddenly limp in his arms. Her whisper brushing across his ear as he laid his eyes upon the girl’s father. Cursing her for leaving him to explain this himself, there was not a lot he could do about it, and so Achilleas was forced to play along.
“Ah, my Lord Fotios. The Lady Dafni was taken unwell at the markets and I could not leave her maid to tend her alone. I wanted to ensure they both got back safely, with things being as they are” He very deliberately did not look at the girl slumped in his arms, but did at least try and put her father’s mind at rest that she was not suffering anything too serious. He was beginning to wonder if she suffered at all, and was annoyed at himself for having been so taken in by a slip of a girl.
“It is the heat I think, my Lord” he added anyway, lest the man think it anything more.
Achilleas was not certain what to do then. Should he hand Dafni off to her father? Carry her inside as he had intended? He paused, waited for some cue from the Head of the Leventi House as to how to proceed.
The Lord was seriously beginning to wonder which of the Gods he had annoyed to be presented with so vexing a girl, brows rising in exasperation as he heard the breathy words and then the brattish sigh that followed. Next time, he decided, he would just leave her at the markets and be done with it.
His concerns about carrying her were rather overshadowed by the desire to just deposit her upon her mother or sisters and be on his way, and as Achilleas caught her around the back of her knees he tried not to roll his eyes to heaven at the moan that escaped her. Had she not been so bratty and overdramatic already it might have been that she would have had more of the impact she hoped for upon the Baron. She was not an unattractive girl after all, if one overlooked the childishness.
But as it was, the Lord Mikaelidas was rueing the moment he had decided to be gentlemanly. And when she said she felt safe he gave up trying to hide his disbelief. “Really, Dafni, I’m not certain what you…”
But Achilleas could get no further, for as he began to turn to carry her toward her home, a voice called out and for the briefest of moments, he actually considered just dropping his burden to the ground and holding up his hands to protest his innocence. Until Achilleas got a grip and realised he was innocent, and if anything, Fotios ought to be thanking him for bringing this wild girl home before someone less scrupulous found her. Someone like his brother or cousin.
Dafni had gone suddenly limp in his arms. Her whisper brushing across his ear as he laid his eyes upon the girl’s father. Cursing her for leaving him to explain this himself, there was not a lot he could do about it, and so Achilleas was forced to play along.
“Ah, my Lord Fotios. The Lady Dafni was taken unwell at the markets and I could not leave her maid to tend her alone. I wanted to ensure they both got back safely, with things being as they are” He very deliberately did not look at the girl slumped in his arms, but did at least try and put her father’s mind at rest that she was not suffering anything too serious. He was beginning to wonder if she suffered at all, and was annoyed at himself for having been so taken in by a slip of a girl.
“It is the heat I think, my Lord” he added anyway, lest the man think it anything more.
Achilleas was not certain what to do then. Should he hand Dafni off to her father? Carry her inside as he had intended? He paused, waited for some cue from the Head of the Leventi House as to how to proceed.
Eirini had been away at a certain lord's abode for much of the morning, one of her many dalliances that often kept her away from the Leventi manor and her family, more often than not these days. Yet, quite like her husband's complex and intricate political ties, Eirini had her purpose within the advancement of her immediate kin and she endeavoured passionately to help her husband achieve his every desire ––– their shared desires.
She had awoken with the dawn and hastily prepared for her short sojourn east, her journey taking an hour or so and thankfully close enough so that she could return within the same day...or within a few hours, knowing how eager lord Rastus could be, plus his age acted against him in regard to recovery and so within an hour or so of her arrival, Eirini had been hastily retreating to her carriage with everything she had needed from the rendezvous safeguarded to her memory.
The first thing she planned to do was speak with her husband, then take a long steamy bath where she could wash away all memory of the man's tedious touch and with any fortune, it would be the last time she would have to see him privately. Of course, the moment her carriage rumbled into the courtyard of the manor, she saw the commotion out side and a brief frown tugged at her lips upon seeing her husband, the Lord Achilleas and Dafni upon the steps of the manor. Truth be told, she may have been proud of her daughter's predicament had she not suspected a degree of idiocy lingering behind the girls motives, thus eradicating all would-be pride and replacing it with irritation.
"Yes, just what exactly is going on Dafni?" Eirini questioned, approaching them from behind, her tone as demanding and unwavering as Fotios' had been. A brow arched as she rounded the pair, eyes raking over the girl in fleeting maternal concern, something that vanquished almost as quickly as her pride had as she placed her hand upon the girls brow to check for a temperature, only to discover that she seemed quite well.
Raising her gaze to Achilleas, Eirini offered a gracious smile, "our gratitude to you for returning her home safely, lord Achilleas. May we trouble you a little further and ask you to carry her inside. If my daughter is as ailing as she seems, she can't possibly walk the steps...nor do I expect she should leave her room for the foreseeable future." It was rare for Eirini to speak so firm with her girls, yet her morning had already been a sour one and dealing with Dafni's lunacy had not been on her list of priorities upon her return.
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Eirini had been away at a certain lord's abode for much of the morning, one of her many dalliances that often kept her away from the Leventi manor and her family, more often than not these days. Yet, quite like her husband's complex and intricate political ties, Eirini had her purpose within the advancement of her immediate kin and she endeavoured passionately to help her husband achieve his every desire ––– their shared desires.
She had awoken with the dawn and hastily prepared for her short sojourn east, her journey taking an hour or so and thankfully close enough so that she could return within the same day...or within a few hours, knowing how eager lord Rastus could be, plus his age acted against him in regard to recovery and so within an hour or so of her arrival, Eirini had been hastily retreating to her carriage with everything she had needed from the rendezvous safeguarded to her memory.
The first thing she planned to do was speak with her husband, then take a long steamy bath where she could wash away all memory of the man's tedious touch and with any fortune, it would be the last time she would have to see him privately. Of course, the moment her carriage rumbled into the courtyard of the manor, she saw the commotion out side and a brief frown tugged at her lips upon seeing her husband, the Lord Achilleas and Dafni upon the steps of the manor. Truth be told, she may have been proud of her daughter's predicament had she not suspected a degree of idiocy lingering behind the girls motives, thus eradicating all would-be pride and replacing it with irritation.
"Yes, just what exactly is going on Dafni?" Eirini questioned, approaching them from behind, her tone as demanding and unwavering as Fotios' had been. A brow arched as she rounded the pair, eyes raking over the girl in fleeting maternal concern, something that vanquished almost as quickly as her pride had as she placed her hand upon the girls brow to check for a temperature, only to discover that she seemed quite well.
Raising her gaze to Achilleas, Eirini offered a gracious smile, "our gratitude to you for returning her home safely, lord Achilleas. May we trouble you a little further and ask you to carry her inside. If my daughter is as ailing as she seems, she can't possibly walk the steps...nor do I expect she should leave her room for the foreseeable future." It was rare for Eirini to speak so firm with her girls, yet her morning had already been a sour one and dealing with Dafni's lunacy had not been on her list of priorities upon her return.
Eirini had been away at a certain lord's abode for much of the morning, one of her many dalliances that often kept her away from the Leventi manor and her family, more often than not these days. Yet, quite like her husband's complex and intricate political ties, Eirini had her purpose within the advancement of her immediate kin and she endeavoured passionately to help her husband achieve his every desire ––– their shared desires.
She had awoken with the dawn and hastily prepared for her short sojourn east, her journey taking an hour or so and thankfully close enough so that she could return within the same day...or within a few hours, knowing how eager lord Rastus could be, plus his age acted against him in regard to recovery and so within an hour or so of her arrival, Eirini had been hastily retreating to her carriage with everything she had needed from the rendezvous safeguarded to her memory.
The first thing she planned to do was speak with her husband, then take a long steamy bath where she could wash away all memory of the man's tedious touch and with any fortune, it would be the last time she would have to see him privately. Of course, the moment her carriage rumbled into the courtyard of the manor, she saw the commotion out side and a brief frown tugged at her lips upon seeing her husband, the Lord Achilleas and Dafni upon the steps of the manor. Truth be told, she may have been proud of her daughter's predicament had she not suspected a degree of idiocy lingering behind the girls motives, thus eradicating all would-be pride and replacing it with irritation.
"Yes, just what exactly is going on Dafni?" Eirini questioned, approaching them from behind, her tone as demanding and unwavering as Fotios' had been. A brow arched as she rounded the pair, eyes raking over the girl in fleeting maternal concern, something that vanquished almost as quickly as her pride had as she placed her hand upon the girls brow to check for a temperature, only to discover that she seemed quite well.
Raising her gaze to Achilleas, Eirini offered a gracious smile, "our gratitude to you for returning her home safely, lord Achilleas. May we trouble you a little further and ask you to carry her inside. If my daughter is as ailing as she seems, she can't possibly walk the steps...nor do I expect she should leave her room for the foreseeable future." It was rare for Eirini to speak so firm with her girls, yet her morning had already been a sour one and dealing with Dafni's lunacy had not been on her list of priorities upon her return.
The entire scenario was utterly ridiculous. Fotios was no fool and he had seen Dafni leave the house that morning. Unless she had been taken in some terrible turn for whatever reason. Unlikely but always possible, he supposed. There was a light tug somewhere in his lower chest, as he took a moment to fear for the health of his child. The lack of true anxiety on the face of Lord Achilleas, however, was doing much to alleviate any true worry. The man was clearly not overtly emotional, yet said all the things he should to explain Dafni being so out of sorts as her needing to be carried from the carriage.
Intending to open his mouth and address the situation, Fotios was cut short by the sudden appearance of his wife who had arrived in the courtyard only a few minutes after her youngest child. When she stepped from the cart and made to take control of the events unfolding before them, Fotios had no issues with stepping back to allow it.
There were many men in Taengea who refused to allow their wives such liberty in showing their own strength and authority. Fotios was not one of them. As Head of his House and a man who had spent decades cultivating a position of power and defiance, not to mention the aura of someone who was neither to be challenged nor contested, it did his masculine reputation little harm to allow Eirini to direct matters.
After checking the girl’s forehead, Fotios watched his wife in order to make eye contact and be assured that there was nothing terribly wrong with the girl, before then making eye contact with Lord Achilleas at Eirini’s instruction. He didn’t offer words to the other man, simply an expression requesting the Lord to humour his wife and daughter and act as suggested. He waved a hand before him and led the way into the manor.
Instead of taking her to his daughter’s private bedchamber – which wouldn’t be proper – Fotios led Achilleas, Dafni in his arms, to a lounging sun room that was used almost exclusively by his daughters, matching Eirini’s words of “her room” without overstepping boundaries.
“If you would be so kind as to deposit my daughter on one of the loungers, Lord Mikaelidas and then you can relieve yourself of our company.” His gaze was firm upon the man. “I apologise formally for any inconvenience our daughter caused you, you friend.”
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The entire scenario was utterly ridiculous. Fotios was no fool and he had seen Dafni leave the house that morning. Unless she had been taken in some terrible turn for whatever reason. Unlikely but always possible, he supposed. There was a light tug somewhere in his lower chest, as he took a moment to fear for the health of his child. The lack of true anxiety on the face of Lord Achilleas, however, was doing much to alleviate any true worry. The man was clearly not overtly emotional, yet said all the things he should to explain Dafni being so out of sorts as her needing to be carried from the carriage.
Intending to open his mouth and address the situation, Fotios was cut short by the sudden appearance of his wife who had arrived in the courtyard only a few minutes after her youngest child. When she stepped from the cart and made to take control of the events unfolding before them, Fotios had no issues with stepping back to allow it.
There were many men in Taengea who refused to allow their wives such liberty in showing their own strength and authority. Fotios was not one of them. As Head of his House and a man who had spent decades cultivating a position of power and defiance, not to mention the aura of someone who was neither to be challenged nor contested, it did his masculine reputation little harm to allow Eirini to direct matters.
After checking the girl’s forehead, Fotios watched his wife in order to make eye contact and be assured that there was nothing terribly wrong with the girl, before then making eye contact with Lord Achilleas at Eirini’s instruction. He didn’t offer words to the other man, simply an expression requesting the Lord to humour his wife and daughter and act as suggested. He waved a hand before him and led the way into the manor.
Instead of taking her to his daughter’s private bedchamber – which wouldn’t be proper – Fotios led Achilleas, Dafni in his arms, to a lounging sun room that was used almost exclusively by his daughters, matching Eirini’s words of “her room” without overstepping boundaries.
“If you would be so kind as to deposit my daughter on one of the loungers, Lord Mikaelidas and then you can relieve yourself of our company.” His gaze was firm upon the man. “I apologise formally for any inconvenience our daughter caused you, you friend.”
The entire scenario was utterly ridiculous. Fotios was no fool and he had seen Dafni leave the house that morning. Unless she had been taken in some terrible turn for whatever reason. Unlikely but always possible, he supposed. There was a light tug somewhere in his lower chest, as he took a moment to fear for the health of his child. The lack of true anxiety on the face of Lord Achilleas, however, was doing much to alleviate any true worry. The man was clearly not overtly emotional, yet said all the things he should to explain Dafni being so out of sorts as her needing to be carried from the carriage.
Intending to open his mouth and address the situation, Fotios was cut short by the sudden appearance of his wife who had arrived in the courtyard only a few minutes after her youngest child. When she stepped from the cart and made to take control of the events unfolding before them, Fotios had no issues with stepping back to allow it.
There were many men in Taengea who refused to allow their wives such liberty in showing their own strength and authority. Fotios was not one of them. As Head of his House and a man who had spent decades cultivating a position of power and defiance, not to mention the aura of someone who was neither to be challenged nor contested, it did his masculine reputation little harm to allow Eirini to direct matters.
After checking the girl’s forehead, Fotios watched his wife in order to make eye contact and be assured that there was nothing terribly wrong with the girl, before then making eye contact with Lord Achilleas at Eirini’s instruction. He didn’t offer words to the other man, simply an expression requesting the Lord to humour his wife and daughter and act as suggested. He waved a hand before him and led the way into the manor.
Instead of taking her to his daughter’s private bedchamber – which wouldn’t be proper – Fotios led Achilleas, Dafni in his arms, to a lounging sun room that was used almost exclusively by his daughters, matching Eirini’s words of “her room” without overstepping boundaries.
“If you would be so kind as to deposit my daughter on one of the loungers, Lord Mikaelidas and then you can relieve yourself of our company.” His gaze was firm upon the man. “I apologise formally for any inconvenience our daughter caused you, you friend.”
The arrival of the Lady Eirini of Leventi only served for Achilleas to further wish he had just ledft Dafni at the market place.There was a definite edge to the woman’s voice as it sounded from behind him, and the Lord hoped that it was for her daughter and not him, even as he stood there holding the girl, still flopped in his arms like some limp ragdoll.
He stood there as Dafni’s mother laid a hand against her daughter’s brow and then relaxed a fraction when she smiled at him, nodding his acquisence to her request. “Of course, Lady Eirini”. The Mikaelidas heir slid a glance toward Fotios before he actually moved though, a courtesy to the man, even though the Lord just motined for him to do as his wife had asked.
Achilleas shifted his grip slightly and then followed the Leventi Head of House into the manor, being careful not to bump Dafni off any of the priceless artefacts that had been chosed to grace the hallway of the property. Whilst he walked , he let his eyes drop to the face of the girl he carried and despite the heat of the glare he was levelling at her, she did not deign to open her eyes and look back at him. Coward. She had clearly decided that her only option was to stay feeble and incomminucative.
As requested, Achilleas set his cargo down carefully upon one of the loungers, brushing a hand over his chiton to smooth it once his arms were free. And at Lord Fotios’ words, he gave a last glance at the girl, before shaking his head and offering the man a politely measured smile.
“Say nothing of it, my Lord. It is hardly any trouble and I could not in good conscience leave the young Lady Dafni whilst she was feeling so unwell.”
For a moment, he considered asking after Theodora, extending the reach of his visit, but he decided against it. Probably better just to make himself scarce and let the Lord and Lady Leventi deal with their ailing daughter, if indeed she was at all unwell.
He gave Fotios a smart bow, and then offered the same to his wife before straightening. “I will..take my leave of you. I hope she makes a speedy recovery”.
And good luck with your explanations, Lady Dafni. And with that silent addendum, the Mikaelidas Lord departed, leaving the family of his betrothed to revive their youngest child.
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The arrival of the Lady Eirini of Leventi only served for Achilleas to further wish he had just ledft Dafni at the market place.There was a definite edge to the woman’s voice as it sounded from behind him, and the Lord hoped that it was for her daughter and not him, even as he stood there holding the girl, still flopped in his arms like some limp ragdoll.
He stood there as Dafni’s mother laid a hand against her daughter’s brow and then relaxed a fraction when she smiled at him, nodding his acquisence to her request. “Of course, Lady Eirini”. The Mikaelidas heir slid a glance toward Fotios before he actually moved though, a courtesy to the man, even though the Lord just motined for him to do as his wife had asked.
Achilleas shifted his grip slightly and then followed the Leventi Head of House into the manor, being careful not to bump Dafni off any of the priceless artefacts that had been chosed to grace the hallway of the property. Whilst he walked , he let his eyes drop to the face of the girl he carried and despite the heat of the glare he was levelling at her, she did not deign to open her eyes and look back at him. Coward. She had clearly decided that her only option was to stay feeble and incomminucative.
As requested, Achilleas set his cargo down carefully upon one of the loungers, brushing a hand over his chiton to smooth it once his arms were free. And at Lord Fotios’ words, he gave a last glance at the girl, before shaking his head and offering the man a politely measured smile.
“Say nothing of it, my Lord. It is hardly any trouble and I could not in good conscience leave the young Lady Dafni whilst she was feeling so unwell.”
For a moment, he considered asking after Theodora, extending the reach of his visit, but he decided against it. Probably better just to make himself scarce and let the Lord and Lady Leventi deal with their ailing daughter, if indeed she was at all unwell.
He gave Fotios a smart bow, and then offered the same to his wife before straightening. “I will..take my leave of you. I hope she makes a speedy recovery”.
And good luck with your explanations, Lady Dafni. And with that silent addendum, the Mikaelidas Lord departed, leaving the family of his betrothed to revive their youngest child.
The arrival of the Lady Eirini of Leventi only served for Achilleas to further wish he had just ledft Dafni at the market place.There was a definite edge to the woman’s voice as it sounded from behind him, and the Lord hoped that it was for her daughter and not him, even as he stood there holding the girl, still flopped in his arms like some limp ragdoll.
He stood there as Dafni’s mother laid a hand against her daughter’s brow and then relaxed a fraction when she smiled at him, nodding his acquisence to her request. “Of course, Lady Eirini”. The Mikaelidas heir slid a glance toward Fotios before he actually moved though, a courtesy to the man, even though the Lord just motined for him to do as his wife had asked.
Achilleas shifted his grip slightly and then followed the Leventi Head of House into the manor, being careful not to bump Dafni off any of the priceless artefacts that had been chosed to grace the hallway of the property. Whilst he walked , he let his eyes drop to the face of the girl he carried and despite the heat of the glare he was levelling at her, she did not deign to open her eyes and look back at him. Coward. She had clearly decided that her only option was to stay feeble and incomminucative.
As requested, Achilleas set his cargo down carefully upon one of the loungers, brushing a hand over his chiton to smooth it once his arms were free. And at Lord Fotios’ words, he gave a last glance at the girl, before shaking his head and offering the man a politely measured smile.
“Say nothing of it, my Lord. It is hardly any trouble and I could not in good conscience leave the young Lady Dafni whilst she was feeling so unwell.”
For a moment, he considered asking after Theodora, extending the reach of his visit, but he decided against it. Probably better just to make himself scarce and let the Lord and Lady Leventi deal with their ailing daughter, if indeed she was at all unwell.
He gave Fotios a smart bow, and then offered the same to his wife before straightening. “I will..take my leave of you. I hope she makes a speedy recovery”.
And good luck with your explanations, Lady Dafni. And with that silent addendum, the Mikaelidas Lord departed, leaving the family of his betrothed to revive their youngest child.