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Persephone was not herself that morning. In truth she had not been herself for the last six days. She had been agitated, nervous, easily startled. She could blame her lack of sleep but this was by far a small thing these days and had become so frequent that her own body clock had adjusted. She now allocated certain hours of her night to her nightmares regarding her father's death, her internal dismay at the idea of being Queen and having to force back the Stravos family and their schemes. And then, in the wee hours of the morning, when her mind was most stretched and she had no emotional defences left, she thought of a particular pair of arms that she was no longer going to allow herself to dwell on.
All in all, she was getting quite used to her routine.
Exhaustion, therefore, might have been the cause of the dark smudges under her eyes but it had nothing to do with her edginess. Her startling personality change over the last week had everything to do with the news she had received from Taengea, claiming that there had been an attack on the circus during the Festival. An attack made by masked men out to seek revenge against the high-born populace.
Persephone had received work by carrier pigeon from Nicholai, her sister's head bodyguard, assuring her that the princess was safe and would be on her way back to Athenia directly. But the five days since were not ones in which Persephone could calm down.
She had lost her mother as a child. She was about to lose her father. When the news had reached her, that her sister of all people - the one person she had felt she could count on to be around for a long time - had had her life put in jeopardy, Persephone had realised how terrified she actually was of being alone.
She had always felt herself to be an independent woman, to be strong and courageous and firm-willed. And yet, upon hearing the gossip and news, which had understandably travelled faster than any formal missive, had reached her about the dangers in Taengea, she had felt herself break out in a cold sweat... had been unable to breath. Had had to get up and pace the length of her room, shake out her arms, wallow in a feeling of uselessness that her sister was in danger and she was too far away to help.
Less than fourteen hours later, she had received Nicholai's letter and her whole world had come crashing back into focus. Still agitated, still nervous and still buzzing with pent up emotions, Persephone had been short, curt and bad-tempered for the next five days, no matter how much she tried to hold it inside.
Now, she stood on the docks at one side of the Athenian Harbour, where an area had been blocked off to civilians.
Persephone had been warned that showing fear, panic or any strong emotions at the return of her sister would only encourage the idea that the royal family were mere flesh and blood - at a time when the Xanthos House had be shown to be more so - to be the Gods divine blessed.
But there was no way, after the last five days, that Persephone was waiting back at the Royal Palace for her sister to arrive. She would be seeing Emilia as soon as she stepped off the boat. And if she had to shut down a whole dock to make sure that their reunion was private then that was exactly what she would - and had - done.
So here she stood, more anxious than she had standing before a possible fiancé, eager to see the last family member she might have left in a few months’ time... eager to see she was home safe.
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Persephone was not herself that morning. In truth she had not been herself for the last six days. She had been agitated, nervous, easily startled. She could blame her lack of sleep but this was by far a small thing these days and had become so frequent that her own body clock had adjusted. She now allocated certain hours of her night to her nightmares regarding her father's death, her internal dismay at the idea of being Queen and having to force back the Stravos family and their schemes. And then, in the wee hours of the morning, when her mind was most stretched and she had no emotional defences left, she thought of a particular pair of arms that she was no longer going to allow herself to dwell on.
All in all, she was getting quite used to her routine.
Exhaustion, therefore, might have been the cause of the dark smudges under her eyes but it had nothing to do with her edginess. Her startling personality change over the last week had everything to do with the news she had received from Taengea, claiming that there had been an attack on the circus during the Festival. An attack made by masked men out to seek revenge against the high-born populace.
Persephone had received work by carrier pigeon from Nicholai, her sister's head bodyguard, assuring her that the princess was safe and would be on her way back to Athenia directly. But the five days since were not ones in which Persephone could calm down.
She had lost her mother as a child. She was about to lose her father. When the news had reached her, that her sister of all people - the one person she had felt she could count on to be around for a long time - had had her life put in jeopardy, Persephone had realised how terrified she actually was of being alone.
She had always felt herself to be an independent woman, to be strong and courageous and firm-willed. And yet, upon hearing the gossip and news, which had understandably travelled faster than any formal missive, had reached her about the dangers in Taengea, she had felt herself break out in a cold sweat... had been unable to breath. Had had to get up and pace the length of her room, shake out her arms, wallow in a feeling of uselessness that her sister was in danger and she was too far away to help.
Less than fourteen hours later, she had received Nicholai's letter and her whole world had come crashing back into focus. Still agitated, still nervous and still buzzing with pent up emotions, Persephone had been short, curt and bad-tempered for the next five days, no matter how much she tried to hold it inside.
Now, she stood on the docks at one side of the Athenian Harbour, where an area had been blocked off to civilians.
Persephone had been warned that showing fear, panic or any strong emotions at the return of her sister would only encourage the idea that the royal family were mere flesh and blood - at a time when the Xanthos House had be shown to be more so - to be the Gods divine blessed.
But there was no way, after the last five days, that Persephone was waiting back at the Royal Palace for her sister to arrive. She would be seeing Emilia as soon as she stepped off the boat. And if she had to shut down a whole dock to make sure that their reunion was private then that was exactly what she would - and had - done.
So here she stood, more anxious than she had standing before a possible fiancé, eager to see the last family member she might have left in a few months’ time... eager to see she was home safe.
Persephone was not herself that morning. In truth she had not been herself for the last six days. She had been agitated, nervous, easily startled. She could blame her lack of sleep but this was by far a small thing these days and had become so frequent that her own body clock had adjusted. She now allocated certain hours of her night to her nightmares regarding her father's death, her internal dismay at the idea of being Queen and having to force back the Stravos family and their schemes. And then, in the wee hours of the morning, when her mind was most stretched and she had no emotional defences left, she thought of a particular pair of arms that she was no longer going to allow herself to dwell on.
All in all, she was getting quite used to her routine.
Exhaustion, therefore, might have been the cause of the dark smudges under her eyes but it had nothing to do with her edginess. Her startling personality change over the last week had everything to do with the news she had received from Taengea, claiming that there had been an attack on the circus during the Festival. An attack made by masked men out to seek revenge against the high-born populace.
Persephone had received work by carrier pigeon from Nicholai, her sister's head bodyguard, assuring her that the princess was safe and would be on her way back to Athenia directly. But the five days since were not ones in which Persephone could calm down.
She had lost her mother as a child. She was about to lose her father. When the news had reached her, that her sister of all people - the one person she had felt she could count on to be around for a long time - had had her life put in jeopardy, Persephone had realised how terrified she actually was of being alone.
She had always felt herself to be an independent woman, to be strong and courageous and firm-willed. And yet, upon hearing the gossip and news, which had understandably travelled faster than any formal missive, had reached her about the dangers in Taengea, she had felt herself break out in a cold sweat... had been unable to breath. Had had to get up and pace the length of her room, shake out her arms, wallow in a feeling of uselessness that her sister was in danger and she was too far away to help.
Less than fourteen hours later, she had received Nicholai's letter and her whole world had come crashing back into focus. Still agitated, still nervous and still buzzing with pent up emotions, Persephone had been short, curt and bad-tempered for the next five days, no matter how much she tried to hold it inside.
Now, she stood on the docks at one side of the Athenian Harbour, where an area had been blocked off to civilians.
Persephone had been warned that showing fear, panic or any strong emotions at the return of her sister would only encourage the idea that the royal family were mere flesh and blood - at a time when the Xanthos House had be shown to be more so - to be the Gods divine blessed.
But there was no way, after the last five days, that Persephone was waiting back at the Royal Palace for her sister to arrive. She would be seeing Emilia as soon as she stepped off the boat. And if she had to shut down a whole dock to make sure that their reunion was private then that was exactly what she would - and had - done.
So here she stood, more anxious than she had standing before a possible fiancé, eager to see the last family member she might have left in a few months’ time... eager to see she was home safe.
Its been a week on the ship. Nicholai had wasted no time in hustling Emilia on to the ship departing Taengea the moment he could, the very next morning in fact, right after the horrific events that culminated the end of the boisterous and supposedly happy event that was the Dionysus event. Emilia had been overjoyed when she had arrived in Taengea just a week and a few days ago, her trip there filled with her discussing outfit choices and packing and repacking her trunk of outfits. She had descended at the Taengean docks with delight, yet her return had been an entirely different story.
While Emilia was a fighter in her own right, the images of the horror that was the King's head on a pike lingered in her mind. The night that the Leventi's had offered to the princess had helped greatly, in that she had actually managed to catch her winks within the room the Leventi's had offered her, but the swaying of her room where she stayed alone on the ship was another matter entirely.
More then once, Emilia found herself woken in a shock, her nightmares filled with interspersed images of her father and her sister covered in blood, of the Creed and their eery voices and facade as they entered the Circus.
Emilia was, admittedly, terrified of losing either of her family. She had yet to come to terms with the fact that her father was dying, and there was nothing Emilia could do about it. The blood that had flowed out of the Taengean's dead king's eyes remained a fixture in her memory, and many a time Emilia had just given up on sleep entirely, and spent a better part of her night wandering the decks until she caught day break over the horizon, eager to return home.
When the ship had called 'land ahoy' that morning, no one was happier then the young princess. For once, instead of being fussy with her clothings and her slippers, the brunette simply slipped on a simple toga with golden belt, haphazardly tying up her sandals before running on to the deck, almost forgetting her crown had Helen not passed it to her on her way out.
The moment she hit the deck, the girl ran to the bow area, hands gripping the railing as she caught sight of the familiar docks. Being the first time the young princess had been away from home for so long, it wasn't until her hazel eyes caught sight of the horizon of Athenia, did Emilia realize just how much she had been homesick - specifically missing her sister and father.
The princess rarely disregarded her bodyguard - Nicholai had been a fixture in her life, and she honestly wouldn't have known what to do without him in Taengea (perhaps gotten herself in peril really, for she was hopeless without him), but when the ship docked and the decks were lowered, for once Emilia didn't even look for Nicholai's assistance, and instead just dashed down the decks, not at all noticing how empty the docks are. "Sissy!" Emilia's loud voice called, as she ran straight into her sister's embrace, perhaps the only thing that can take the horrors of what had happened in Taengea out of her mind.
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Its been a week on the ship. Nicholai had wasted no time in hustling Emilia on to the ship departing Taengea the moment he could, the very next morning in fact, right after the horrific events that culminated the end of the boisterous and supposedly happy event that was the Dionysus event. Emilia had been overjoyed when she had arrived in Taengea just a week and a few days ago, her trip there filled with her discussing outfit choices and packing and repacking her trunk of outfits. She had descended at the Taengean docks with delight, yet her return had been an entirely different story.
While Emilia was a fighter in her own right, the images of the horror that was the King's head on a pike lingered in her mind. The night that the Leventi's had offered to the princess had helped greatly, in that she had actually managed to catch her winks within the room the Leventi's had offered her, but the swaying of her room where she stayed alone on the ship was another matter entirely.
More then once, Emilia found herself woken in a shock, her nightmares filled with interspersed images of her father and her sister covered in blood, of the Creed and their eery voices and facade as they entered the Circus.
Emilia was, admittedly, terrified of losing either of her family. She had yet to come to terms with the fact that her father was dying, and there was nothing Emilia could do about it. The blood that had flowed out of the Taengean's dead king's eyes remained a fixture in her memory, and many a time Emilia had just given up on sleep entirely, and spent a better part of her night wandering the decks until she caught day break over the horizon, eager to return home.
When the ship had called 'land ahoy' that morning, no one was happier then the young princess. For once, instead of being fussy with her clothings and her slippers, the brunette simply slipped on a simple toga with golden belt, haphazardly tying up her sandals before running on to the deck, almost forgetting her crown had Helen not passed it to her on her way out.
The moment she hit the deck, the girl ran to the bow area, hands gripping the railing as she caught sight of the familiar docks. Being the first time the young princess had been away from home for so long, it wasn't until her hazel eyes caught sight of the horizon of Athenia, did Emilia realize just how much she had been homesick - specifically missing her sister and father.
The princess rarely disregarded her bodyguard - Nicholai had been a fixture in her life, and she honestly wouldn't have known what to do without him in Taengea (perhaps gotten herself in peril really, for she was hopeless without him), but when the ship docked and the decks were lowered, for once Emilia didn't even look for Nicholai's assistance, and instead just dashed down the decks, not at all noticing how empty the docks are. "Sissy!" Emilia's loud voice called, as she ran straight into her sister's embrace, perhaps the only thing that can take the horrors of what had happened in Taengea out of her mind.
Its been a week on the ship. Nicholai had wasted no time in hustling Emilia on to the ship departing Taengea the moment he could, the very next morning in fact, right after the horrific events that culminated the end of the boisterous and supposedly happy event that was the Dionysus event. Emilia had been overjoyed when she had arrived in Taengea just a week and a few days ago, her trip there filled with her discussing outfit choices and packing and repacking her trunk of outfits. She had descended at the Taengean docks with delight, yet her return had been an entirely different story.
While Emilia was a fighter in her own right, the images of the horror that was the King's head on a pike lingered in her mind. The night that the Leventi's had offered to the princess had helped greatly, in that she had actually managed to catch her winks within the room the Leventi's had offered her, but the swaying of her room where she stayed alone on the ship was another matter entirely.
More then once, Emilia found herself woken in a shock, her nightmares filled with interspersed images of her father and her sister covered in blood, of the Creed and their eery voices and facade as they entered the Circus.
Emilia was, admittedly, terrified of losing either of her family. She had yet to come to terms with the fact that her father was dying, and there was nothing Emilia could do about it. The blood that had flowed out of the Taengean's dead king's eyes remained a fixture in her memory, and many a time Emilia had just given up on sleep entirely, and spent a better part of her night wandering the decks until she caught day break over the horizon, eager to return home.
When the ship had called 'land ahoy' that morning, no one was happier then the young princess. For once, instead of being fussy with her clothings and her slippers, the brunette simply slipped on a simple toga with golden belt, haphazardly tying up her sandals before running on to the deck, almost forgetting her crown had Helen not passed it to her on her way out.
The moment she hit the deck, the girl ran to the bow area, hands gripping the railing as she caught sight of the familiar docks. Being the first time the young princess had been away from home for so long, it wasn't until her hazel eyes caught sight of the horizon of Athenia, did Emilia realize just how much she had been homesick - specifically missing her sister and father.
The princess rarely disregarded her bodyguard - Nicholai had been a fixture in her life, and she honestly wouldn't have known what to do without him in Taengea (perhaps gotten herself in peril really, for she was hopeless without him), but when the ship docked and the decks were lowered, for once Emilia didn't even look for Nicholai's assistance, and instead just dashed down the decks, not at all noticing how empty the docks are. "Sissy!" Emilia's loud voice called, as she ran straight into her sister's embrace, perhaps the only thing that can take the horrors of what had happened in Taengea out of her mind.
As the ship pulled into the dock, Persephone felt her heart lighten and the weight lift from her shoulders and mind as she spotted her sister at the railing. While not dressed in her elaborate princess silks and having allowed her hair to curl and take on a life of its own from the salty air of the sea, Emilia looked nothing like the princess of Athenia. But she looked everything like Emilia, Persephone's sister.
As the girl practically ran down the gang-plank, intent on reaching Persephone as soon as she could, her toga held out of the way with one hand and the flashes of her plain sandals poking from the hem, Persephone stayed where she was and simple held out her arms for her sister to run into.
As soon as her arms wrapped around the petite and warm body of her dearest sister, Persephone bent lower to bury her face in Emilia's neck. As the younger princess' curls fear into her face and over her head, Persephone didn't care but gripped the girl's frame tighter, Emilia's arms around her neck and her's around the young girl's middle. Holding onto her sister, Persephone rocked comfortingly, her weight transferring from one foot to the other and swaying the two of them together. She wasn't sure if she was comforting Emilia or herself, but perhaps it was simply a comfort to remind them both that they were both safe and together.
Kissing the side of her neck and then her sister's temple, Persephone raised her head and a hand to hold Emilia close as she rested her chin on the girl's curls. She closed her eyes and took the first deep and calming breath she had been able to since she had heard stories from Taengea.
"Welcome home, sister mine..."
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As the ship pulled into the dock, Persephone felt her heart lighten and the weight lift from her shoulders and mind as she spotted her sister at the railing. While not dressed in her elaborate princess silks and having allowed her hair to curl and take on a life of its own from the salty air of the sea, Emilia looked nothing like the princess of Athenia. But she looked everything like Emilia, Persephone's sister.
As the girl practically ran down the gang-plank, intent on reaching Persephone as soon as she could, her toga held out of the way with one hand and the flashes of her plain sandals poking from the hem, Persephone stayed where she was and simple held out her arms for her sister to run into.
As soon as her arms wrapped around the petite and warm body of her dearest sister, Persephone bent lower to bury her face in Emilia's neck. As the younger princess' curls fear into her face and over her head, Persephone didn't care but gripped the girl's frame tighter, Emilia's arms around her neck and her's around the young girl's middle. Holding onto her sister, Persephone rocked comfortingly, her weight transferring from one foot to the other and swaying the two of them together. She wasn't sure if she was comforting Emilia or herself, but perhaps it was simply a comfort to remind them both that they were both safe and together.
Kissing the side of her neck and then her sister's temple, Persephone raised her head and a hand to hold Emilia close as she rested her chin on the girl's curls. She closed her eyes and took the first deep and calming breath she had been able to since she had heard stories from Taengea.
"Welcome home, sister mine..."
As the ship pulled into the dock, Persephone felt her heart lighten and the weight lift from her shoulders and mind as she spotted her sister at the railing. While not dressed in her elaborate princess silks and having allowed her hair to curl and take on a life of its own from the salty air of the sea, Emilia looked nothing like the princess of Athenia. But she looked everything like Emilia, Persephone's sister.
As the girl practically ran down the gang-plank, intent on reaching Persephone as soon as she could, her toga held out of the way with one hand and the flashes of her plain sandals poking from the hem, Persephone stayed where she was and simple held out her arms for her sister to run into.
As soon as her arms wrapped around the petite and warm body of her dearest sister, Persephone bent lower to bury her face in Emilia's neck. As the younger princess' curls fear into her face and over her head, Persephone didn't care but gripped the girl's frame tighter, Emilia's arms around her neck and her's around the young girl's middle. Holding onto her sister, Persephone rocked comfortingly, her weight transferring from one foot to the other and swaying the two of them together. She wasn't sure if she was comforting Emilia or herself, but perhaps it was simply a comfort to remind them both that they were both safe and together.
Kissing the side of her neck and then her sister's temple, Persephone raised her head and a hand to hold Emilia close as she rested her chin on the girl's curls. She closed her eyes and took the first deep and calming breath she had been able to since she had heard stories from Taengea.
"Welcome home, sister mine..."
When they arrived in Taengea, not a soul on board had been happier to get off the ship than Nicholai, since traveling by sea was an absolute misery for the large body guard. He’d tried every trick anyone had ever told him, but nothing worked. He’d learned to work around it, and while they were aboard ship there were less dangers. His’d trained his men, and while he was huddled in his bunk below deck, his huge frame curled around a chamberpot retching most ot the journey, they remained vigilant, watching the princess like hawks.
With Nicholai as indeposed as he was, more often than not it was Deon or Melampus who hovered close to Emilia when the memories of that day in the arena drove her from her bed to pace the ship. He seldom spoke to her, merely drifted along in her wake, like a child’s wheeled toy on a string. There was one aboard the ship was was even happier than the princess to see land, and that was the head of the princess’ bodyguards. Not that Nicholai was above decks like Emilia. No, he lay curled up on the too small bunk, praying for either deliverance or death. Traveling by sea was a nightmare for him, every single time. But it was his duty, and his best hope at getting Dawn’s freedom.
The cry from the sailor on look out above indicating that land was in sight again was a boon to Nicholai. He clamped his mouth firmly closed, moving slowly and with great care. Swinging his legs down from his bunk, and crossing the room, intending to get off this infernal contraption as fast as his shaky legs would carry him. But the fast as his legs could carry him was nowhere near quick enough to be there when Emilia hurried down the gangplank. No, at that moment Nic was staggering unsteadily towards the stairs up to the main deck of the ship.
But in his absence, three of the princess’ guard were there, following close behind her, for the dock were clear by order of the elder princess who welcomed her young sister with open arms. Forcing himself to walk normally rather than wobbling like a new born foal, Nicholai made his way down the gangplank before the servant could leave bearing the princess' personal belongings. Taking the first deep breath in nearly a week, Nicholai bowed to Persephone as low as he dared considering the way his stomach felt just then, "Your highness." He murmured, praying he wouldn't pass out at the feet of the princesses. He had been able to eat for the week, and in fact had a time keeping water down. "It is... Good to be home." He managed with a faint smile. He was eager to get home, allow Dawn to fuss over him, and eat for the first time in nearly a week.
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When they arrived in Taengea, not a soul on board had been happier to get off the ship than Nicholai, since traveling by sea was an absolute misery for the large body guard. He’d tried every trick anyone had ever told him, but nothing worked. He’d learned to work around it, and while they were aboard ship there were less dangers. His’d trained his men, and while he was huddled in his bunk below deck, his huge frame curled around a chamberpot retching most ot the journey, they remained vigilant, watching the princess like hawks.
With Nicholai as indeposed as he was, more often than not it was Deon or Melampus who hovered close to Emilia when the memories of that day in the arena drove her from her bed to pace the ship. He seldom spoke to her, merely drifted along in her wake, like a child’s wheeled toy on a string. There was one aboard the ship was was even happier than the princess to see land, and that was the head of the princess’ bodyguards. Not that Nicholai was above decks like Emilia. No, he lay curled up on the too small bunk, praying for either deliverance or death. Traveling by sea was a nightmare for him, every single time. But it was his duty, and his best hope at getting Dawn’s freedom.
The cry from the sailor on look out above indicating that land was in sight again was a boon to Nicholai. He clamped his mouth firmly closed, moving slowly and with great care. Swinging his legs down from his bunk, and crossing the room, intending to get off this infernal contraption as fast as his shaky legs would carry him. But the fast as his legs could carry him was nowhere near quick enough to be there when Emilia hurried down the gangplank. No, at that moment Nic was staggering unsteadily towards the stairs up to the main deck of the ship.
But in his absence, three of the princess’ guard were there, following close behind her, for the dock were clear by order of the elder princess who welcomed her young sister with open arms. Forcing himself to walk normally rather than wobbling like a new born foal, Nicholai made his way down the gangplank before the servant could leave bearing the princess' personal belongings. Taking the first deep breath in nearly a week, Nicholai bowed to Persephone as low as he dared considering the way his stomach felt just then, "Your highness." He murmured, praying he wouldn't pass out at the feet of the princesses. He had been able to eat for the week, and in fact had a time keeping water down. "It is... Good to be home." He managed with a faint smile. He was eager to get home, allow Dawn to fuss over him, and eat for the first time in nearly a week.
When they arrived in Taengea, not a soul on board had been happier to get off the ship than Nicholai, since traveling by sea was an absolute misery for the large body guard. He’d tried every trick anyone had ever told him, but nothing worked. He’d learned to work around it, and while they were aboard ship there were less dangers. His’d trained his men, and while he was huddled in his bunk below deck, his huge frame curled around a chamberpot retching most ot the journey, they remained vigilant, watching the princess like hawks.
With Nicholai as indeposed as he was, more often than not it was Deon or Melampus who hovered close to Emilia when the memories of that day in the arena drove her from her bed to pace the ship. He seldom spoke to her, merely drifted along in her wake, like a child’s wheeled toy on a string. There was one aboard the ship was was even happier than the princess to see land, and that was the head of the princess’ bodyguards. Not that Nicholai was above decks like Emilia. No, he lay curled up on the too small bunk, praying for either deliverance or death. Traveling by sea was a nightmare for him, every single time. But it was his duty, and his best hope at getting Dawn’s freedom.
The cry from the sailor on look out above indicating that land was in sight again was a boon to Nicholai. He clamped his mouth firmly closed, moving slowly and with great care. Swinging his legs down from his bunk, and crossing the room, intending to get off this infernal contraption as fast as his shaky legs would carry him. But the fast as his legs could carry him was nowhere near quick enough to be there when Emilia hurried down the gangplank. No, at that moment Nic was staggering unsteadily towards the stairs up to the main deck of the ship.
But in his absence, three of the princess’ guard were there, following close behind her, for the dock were clear by order of the elder princess who welcomed her young sister with open arms. Forcing himself to walk normally rather than wobbling like a new born foal, Nicholai made his way down the gangplank before the servant could leave bearing the princess' personal belongings. Taking the first deep breath in nearly a week, Nicholai bowed to Persephone as low as he dared considering the way his stomach felt just then, "Your highness." He murmured, praying he wouldn't pass out at the feet of the princesses. He had been able to eat for the week, and in fact had a time keeping water down. "It is... Good to be home." He managed with a faint smile. He was eager to get home, allow Dawn to fuss over him, and eat for the first time in nearly a week.
Growing up, Emilia barely remembered her mother, and so it was Persephone that had taken that spot. Emilia loved her father dearly, and it was obvious that King Minas doted on his youngest daughter. But when it came down to it, it was her elder sister's arms that gave her the most comfort, and it was there in which she sought relief after a harrowing last week of events.
Feeling her sister's warm embrace reminded Emilia more of home then anything else ever could, and for the first time in a while, she could feel her tense shoulders relax, a rock lifted off her shoulders as she buried her face in her sister's neck, arms wrapped tightly around the elder Xanthos princess.
The warm voice that greeted her along with the affectionite kisses her sister rained down at her, resulted in light tears making her eyes glisten as she bit her lip, holding on for a moment, just a moment longer, she told herself.
It was a long while before Emilia finally deigned to extricate herself from her sister's, quickly brushing her damp eyes with the back of her hand, giving a light giggle at how messy both her and her sister's hair looked like. Unbecoming for two princesses, and possibly the future Queen of Athenia, but for the first time, Emilia didn't really bother.
"I've missed you Sissy. Is Father alright? How has things been?" as was her personality, Emilia launched into a series of questions as her lady's maids began unloading the ship. She had been away for almost two weeks and more at this point, and her curious mind was eager to catch up to everything that was happening at home.
Tossing a look over her shoulder when she felt more then heard her guards shuffle nearer, a cheeky smile lit up her eyes when Emilia caught sight of her head bodyguard, knowing full well where he had been over the past week they had been on board.
"Welcome home to you too, Nicholai. I'm assuming you want to head home now? The sea does not agree with you." the young one teased gently, a habit she had picked up after many years around her bodyguard.
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Growing up, Emilia barely remembered her mother, and so it was Persephone that had taken that spot. Emilia loved her father dearly, and it was obvious that King Minas doted on his youngest daughter. But when it came down to it, it was her elder sister's arms that gave her the most comfort, and it was there in which she sought relief after a harrowing last week of events.
Feeling her sister's warm embrace reminded Emilia more of home then anything else ever could, and for the first time in a while, she could feel her tense shoulders relax, a rock lifted off her shoulders as she buried her face in her sister's neck, arms wrapped tightly around the elder Xanthos princess.
The warm voice that greeted her along with the affectionite kisses her sister rained down at her, resulted in light tears making her eyes glisten as she bit her lip, holding on for a moment, just a moment longer, she told herself.
It was a long while before Emilia finally deigned to extricate herself from her sister's, quickly brushing her damp eyes with the back of her hand, giving a light giggle at how messy both her and her sister's hair looked like. Unbecoming for two princesses, and possibly the future Queen of Athenia, but for the first time, Emilia didn't really bother.
"I've missed you Sissy. Is Father alright? How has things been?" as was her personality, Emilia launched into a series of questions as her lady's maids began unloading the ship. She had been away for almost two weeks and more at this point, and her curious mind was eager to catch up to everything that was happening at home.
Tossing a look over her shoulder when she felt more then heard her guards shuffle nearer, a cheeky smile lit up her eyes when Emilia caught sight of her head bodyguard, knowing full well where he had been over the past week they had been on board.
"Welcome home to you too, Nicholai. I'm assuming you want to head home now? The sea does not agree with you." the young one teased gently, a habit she had picked up after many years around her bodyguard.
Growing up, Emilia barely remembered her mother, and so it was Persephone that had taken that spot. Emilia loved her father dearly, and it was obvious that King Minas doted on his youngest daughter. But when it came down to it, it was her elder sister's arms that gave her the most comfort, and it was there in which she sought relief after a harrowing last week of events.
Feeling her sister's warm embrace reminded Emilia more of home then anything else ever could, and for the first time in a while, she could feel her tense shoulders relax, a rock lifted off her shoulders as she buried her face in her sister's neck, arms wrapped tightly around the elder Xanthos princess.
The warm voice that greeted her along with the affectionite kisses her sister rained down at her, resulted in light tears making her eyes glisten as she bit her lip, holding on for a moment, just a moment longer, she told herself.
It was a long while before Emilia finally deigned to extricate herself from her sister's, quickly brushing her damp eyes with the back of her hand, giving a light giggle at how messy both her and her sister's hair looked like. Unbecoming for two princesses, and possibly the future Queen of Athenia, but for the first time, Emilia didn't really bother.
"I've missed you Sissy. Is Father alright? How has things been?" as was her personality, Emilia launched into a series of questions as her lady's maids began unloading the ship. She had been away for almost two weeks and more at this point, and her curious mind was eager to catch up to everything that was happening at home.
Tossing a look over her shoulder when she felt more then heard her guards shuffle nearer, a cheeky smile lit up her eyes when Emilia caught sight of her head bodyguard, knowing full well where he had been over the past week they had been on board.
"Welcome home to you too, Nicholai. I'm assuming you want to head home now? The sea does not agree with you." the young one teased gently, a habit she had picked up after many years around her bodyguard.
Persephone didn't let go of Emilia until she was ready to pull away herself - she was sure that the entire situation in Taengea had been frightening and she had been dealing with the feel of fear long enough to know that sometimes the only cure was an embrace from someone you loved and who you felt protected by. And if Emilia needed to hold onto her just a moment more, that was what she would allow to happen.
Whilst holding onto her sister, Persephone looked up to notice Nicholai approaching from off of the ship. A little green around the gills perhaps, but the man was a tower of strength regardless and she had complete faith in him that he had ensured her sister was watched like a hawk the entire journey back regardless of his sickness at sea.
With her sister's head still under her chin, Persephone gestured to one of her maids who came forward with a large basket, and waved Nicholai back up to standing.
As the younger princess allowed the older to release her, Persephone then broke all protocol, by stepping in front of Nicholai.
Placing a hand on the breastplate of his armour and rising onto her toes - Nicholai was a tall man - she pressed a chaste but thankful kiss to the man's cheek, before immediately stepping back.
"Thank you Nicholai..." She told him, with great affection and gratitude in her voice and eyes. "Your actions in Taengea do not go unnoticed."
The maid stepped forward then with the basket and Persephone personally handed it over to the man. Inside, was a small bag of gold, as well as a full banquet of breads, fine cheeses, fruits and wine.
"Please take this a token of thanks from the House of Xanthos." She told him. "I hope you can find someone to enjoy it with."
And with a look that whispered of secret knowledge - for Persephone was, after all, in charge of the Senate and the Master of Informers - the elder princess left her words at that, before turning back to Emilia as she started to spout her questions.
Knowing her sister as she did, Persephone didn't bother to wave her queries away or tell her to hold her curiosity. Instead, she answered them as quickly as Emilia asked, ensuring her immediate gratification in her need for information.
"I've missed you too Emmy. Father is as he was, and things have been quiet for the last week or so."
The last two were only half truths as there was a moment, three days prior, where it had looked like the king was to be dead by morning. He had gone through a horrendous coughing fit that had ended in him being unable to breath and his eyes to roll. Persephone had been with him and, given that Emilia was already travelling, she had not told her sister as it would get her to Athenia no faster. In the end, his health had rallied and he had been able to sleep that night before being much the same as he had for the last month the following morning. It had been a scary and tense night, but it had worked itself out. There was no need to concern Emilia with those details now.
"I believe the Lord Elias has been ill with some kind of flu." She told her sister as they started to head to the carriage, as she was sure the young girl would be eager to be home. "Which has meant that the Senate has been so unfortunately quiet at their last two meetings." Her tone was all concern but her eyes sparked at her sister in a way the younger would fully appreciate.
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Persephone didn't let go of Emilia until she was ready to pull away herself - she was sure that the entire situation in Taengea had been frightening and she had been dealing with the feel of fear long enough to know that sometimes the only cure was an embrace from someone you loved and who you felt protected by. And if Emilia needed to hold onto her just a moment more, that was what she would allow to happen.
Whilst holding onto her sister, Persephone looked up to notice Nicholai approaching from off of the ship. A little green around the gills perhaps, but the man was a tower of strength regardless and she had complete faith in him that he had ensured her sister was watched like a hawk the entire journey back regardless of his sickness at sea.
With her sister's head still under her chin, Persephone gestured to one of her maids who came forward with a large basket, and waved Nicholai back up to standing.
As the younger princess allowed the older to release her, Persephone then broke all protocol, by stepping in front of Nicholai.
Placing a hand on the breastplate of his armour and rising onto her toes - Nicholai was a tall man - she pressed a chaste but thankful kiss to the man's cheek, before immediately stepping back.
"Thank you Nicholai..." She told him, with great affection and gratitude in her voice and eyes. "Your actions in Taengea do not go unnoticed."
The maid stepped forward then with the basket and Persephone personally handed it over to the man. Inside, was a small bag of gold, as well as a full banquet of breads, fine cheeses, fruits and wine.
"Please take this a token of thanks from the House of Xanthos." She told him. "I hope you can find someone to enjoy it with."
And with a look that whispered of secret knowledge - for Persephone was, after all, in charge of the Senate and the Master of Informers - the elder princess left her words at that, before turning back to Emilia as she started to spout her questions.
Knowing her sister as she did, Persephone didn't bother to wave her queries away or tell her to hold her curiosity. Instead, she answered them as quickly as Emilia asked, ensuring her immediate gratification in her need for information.
"I've missed you too Emmy. Father is as he was, and things have been quiet for the last week or so."
The last two were only half truths as there was a moment, three days prior, where it had looked like the king was to be dead by morning. He had gone through a horrendous coughing fit that had ended in him being unable to breath and his eyes to roll. Persephone had been with him and, given that Emilia was already travelling, she had not told her sister as it would get her to Athenia no faster. In the end, his health had rallied and he had been able to sleep that night before being much the same as he had for the last month the following morning. It had been a scary and tense night, but it had worked itself out. There was no need to concern Emilia with those details now.
"I believe the Lord Elias has been ill with some kind of flu." She told her sister as they started to head to the carriage, as she was sure the young girl would be eager to be home. "Which has meant that the Senate has been so unfortunately quiet at their last two meetings." Her tone was all concern but her eyes sparked at her sister in a way the younger would fully appreciate.
Persephone didn't let go of Emilia until she was ready to pull away herself - she was sure that the entire situation in Taengea had been frightening and she had been dealing with the feel of fear long enough to know that sometimes the only cure was an embrace from someone you loved and who you felt protected by. And if Emilia needed to hold onto her just a moment more, that was what she would allow to happen.
Whilst holding onto her sister, Persephone looked up to notice Nicholai approaching from off of the ship. A little green around the gills perhaps, but the man was a tower of strength regardless and she had complete faith in him that he had ensured her sister was watched like a hawk the entire journey back regardless of his sickness at sea.
With her sister's head still under her chin, Persephone gestured to one of her maids who came forward with a large basket, and waved Nicholai back up to standing.
As the younger princess allowed the older to release her, Persephone then broke all protocol, by stepping in front of Nicholai.
Placing a hand on the breastplate of his armour and rising onto her toes - Nicholai was a tall man - she pressed a chaste but thankful kiss to the man's cheek, before immediately stepping back.
"Thank you Nicholai..." She told him, with great affection and gratitude in her voice and eyes. "Your actions in Taengea do not go unnoticed."
The maid stepped forward then with the basket and Persephone personally handed it over to the man. Inside, was a small bag of gold, as well as a full banquet of breads, fine cheeses, fruits and wine.
"Please take this a token of thanks from the House of Xanthos." She told him. "I hope you can find someone to enjoy it with."
And with a look that whispered of secret knowledge - for Persephone was, after all, in charge of the Senate and the Master of Informers - the elder princess left her words at that, before turning back to Emilia as she started to spout her questions.
Knowing her sister as she did, Persephone didn't bother to wave her queries away or tell her to hold her curiosity. Instead, she answered them as quickly as Emilia asked, ensuring her immediate gratification in her need for information.
"I've missed you too Emmy. Father is as he was, and things have been quiet for the last week or so."
The last two were only half truths as there was a moment, three days prior, where it had looked like the king was to be dead by morning. He had gone through a horrendous coughing fit that had ended in him being unable to breath and his eyes to roll. Persephone had been with him and, given that Emilia was already travelling, she had not told her sister as it would get her to Athenia no faster. In the end, his health had rallied and he had been able to sleep that night before being much the same as he had for the last month the following morning. It had been a scary and tense night, but it had worked itself out. There was no need to concern Emilia with those details now.
"I believe the Lord Elias has been ill with some kind of flu." She told her sister as they started to head to the carriage, as she was sure the young girl would be eager to be home. "Which has meant that the Senate has been so unfortunately quiet at their last two meetings." Her tone was all concern but her eyes sparked at her sister in a way the younger would fully appreciate.
Her heart swelled a little watching her sister present Nicholai with the gift - she knew he'd appreciate it, what with his obsession with her handmaiden (whom she had left back in Athenia, Helen being the one who accompanied her on the trip), he could use the extra gold to help in her cause.
Flickering her gaze over to her sister now, a part of Emilia's heart relaxed upon hearing the news of their father still at the same stage, with peace in their home kingdom. After the turmoil of what had happened in Taengea, peace never sounded so good. Besides, Emilia had put herself through enough mental torture by imagining all the could-have-beens, had the events of the chariot races happen to her family. As it was, she couldn't imagine the massive chaos happening within the Mikaelidas family to begin with.
When Persephone mentioned about Elias, Emilia's attention immediately was caught, and she raised a wry brow as they headed to the carriage. Try as she may, the young sixteen year old couldn't help the satisfied smile that curled her lips upwards.
"That's such a tragedy sissy. I do hope the Lord Elias will get better soon." she replied in a sarcastic tone. While she tries her best to be diplomatic, Emilia does not hide the fact that she dislikes her own cousin, and his power-hungry streak. Unlike Persephone, Emilia didn't even bother to feign concern, not with the amount of duress Elias's actions had been causing her family.
As they approached the carriage, Helen quickly appeared at her side, handing first Emilia up the carriage, and then Persephone, allowing the two princesses to be settled in the plush seats of their royal carriage, before the lady's maid closed the swan-winged door with a click, and proceeded to take her seat by the side of the carriage driver. Peering out the window, Emilia caught sight of Nicholai, and smiled at her bodyguard's mildly green face. "Nicholai, you can take your leave once we're back at the castle, and have someone take over your shift tomorrow. You deserve a break." she murmured in a kind tone to her beloved bodyguard, before retreating back to her sister's space.
All too soon (or not soon enough for Emilia anyway), the carriage lurched into motion, and Emilia gave a sigh of relief as she all but melted into the seats. "How has the Senate been? Has there been any progress? And... I heard Father's planning a feast or festival of some sort?" she asked, having heard of the rumors of such swirling just before she left for Taengea a week ago.
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Her heart swelled a little watching her sister present Nicholai with the gift - she knew he'd appreciate it, what with his obsession with her handmaiden (whom she had left back in Athenia, Helen being the one who accompanied her on the trip), he could use the extra gold to help in her cause.
Flickering her gaze over to her sister now, a part of Emilia's heart relaxed upon hearing the news of their father still at the same stage, with peace in their home kingdom. After the turmoil of what had happened in Taengea, peace never sounded so good. Besides, Emilia had put herself through enough mental torture by imagining all the could-have-beens, had the events of the chariot races happen to her family. As it was, she couldn't imagine the massive chaos happening within the Mikaelidas family to begin with.
When Persephone mentioned about Elias, Emilia's attention immediately was caught, and she raised a wry brow as they headed to the carriage. Try as she may, the young sixteen year old couldn't help the satisfied smile that curled her lips upwards.
"That's such a tragedy sissy. I do hope the Lord Elias will get better soon." she replied in a sarcastic tone. While she tries her best to be diplomatic, Emilia does not hide the fact that she dislikes her own cousin, and his power-hungry streak. Unlike Persephone, Emilia didn't even bother to feign concern, not with the amount of duress Elias's actions had been causing her family.
As they approached the carriage, Helen quickly appeared at her side, handing first Emilia up the carriage, and then Persephone, allowing the two princesses to be settled in the plush seats of their royal carriage, before the lady's maid closed the swan-winged door with a click, and proceeded to take her seat by the side of the carriage driver. Peering out the window, Emilia caught sight of Nicholai, and smiled at her bodyguard's mildly green face. "Nicholai, you can take your leave once we're back at the castle, and have someone take over your shift tomorrow. You deserve a break." she murmured in a kind tone to her beloved bodyguard, before retreating back to her sister's space.
All too soon (or not soon enough for Emilia anyway), the carriage lurched into motion, and Emilia gave a sigh of relief as she all but melted into the seats. "How has the Senate been? Has there been any progress? And... I heard Father's planning a feast or festival of some sort?" she asked, having heard of the rumors of such swirling just before she left for Taengea a week ago.
Her heart swelled a little watching her sister present Nicholai with the gift - she knew he'd appreciate it, what with his obsession with her handmaiden (whom she had left back in Athenia, Helen being the one who accompanied her on the trip), he could use the extra gold to help in her cause.
Flickering her gaze over to her sister now, a part of Emilia's heart relaxed upon hearing the news of their father still at the same stage, with peace in their home kingdom. After the turmoil of what had happened in Taengea, peace never sounded so good. Besides, Emilia had put herself through enough mental torture by imagining all the could-have-beens, had the events of the chariot races happen to her family. As it was, she couldn't imagine the massive chaos happening within the Mikaelidas family to begin with.
When Persephone mentioned about Elias, Emilia's attention immediately was caught, and she raised a wry brow as they headed to the carriage. Try as she may, the young sixteen year old couldn't help the satisfied smile that curled her lips upwards.
"That's such a tragedy sissy. I do hope the Lord Elias will get better soon." she replied in a sarcastic tone. While she tries her best to be diplomatic, Emilia does not hide the fact that she dislikes her own cousin, and his power-hungry streak. Unlike Persephone, Emilia didn't even bother to feign concern, not with the amount of duress Elias's actions had been causing her family.
As they approached the carriage, Helen quickly appeared at her side, handing first Emilia up the carriage, and then Persephone, allowing the two princesses to be settled in the plush seats of their royal carriage, before the lady's maid closed the swan-winged door with a click, and proceeded to take her seat by the side of the carriage driver. Peering out the window, Emilia caught sight of Nicholai, and smiled at her bodyguard's mildly green face. "Nicholai, you can take your leave once we're back at the castle, and have someone take over your shift tomorrow. You deserve a break." she murmured in a kind tone to her beloved bodyguard, before retreating back to her sister's space.
All too soon (or not soon enough for Emilia anyway), the carriage lurched into motion, and Emilia gave a sigh of relief as she all but melted into the seats. "How has the Senate been? Has there been any progress? And... I heard Father's planning a feast or festival of some sort?" she asked, having heard of the rumors of such swirling just before she left for Taengea a week ago.
The sight of the two princess embracing, brought a smile to Nicholai’s face, and he rubbed his hand over the stubble on his jaw from the week aboard ship when he’d been too ill to think of shaving. But when the older of the two princesses waved her hand beckoning him to rise, he did, grateful that his stomach had not rebelled.
Nicholi inclined his head when Persephone moved to stay before him, the top of her head barely reaching his chin, laying one slender hand on his breastplate, Nicholai’s big hand lifted to cup her elbow, steadying her should she need it. He was a tall man after all, and it would never do for the crown princess to be less than graceful, while she was offering her gratitude for him doing his duty.
He offered a shy smile, looking remarkably boyish for a moment, especially given that he was nearly six and a half feet tall.
“You flattery me your highness.” He said quietly, “I did my duty, nothing more.” Nicholai’s brown eyes flickered over to where Emilia stood, affection for the younger princess shining in them before returning to meet Persephone’s again. He was fond of Emilia, and had been for years, but that was as far as it went.
Nicholai accepted the basket, a puzzled look on his face, lifting the cover to peer inside. What color he’d regained since getting is feet back on dry land slowly drained away at her words and the look she sent him.
He resisted the urge to swallow, schooling his expression into pleasant neutralness, even as sweat trickled down his spine. Could she know? And if she did what would that mean for he and Dawn?
“You are too kind. Thank you your highness.” He managed a smile, but it faded quickly even before he fell into step behind the princesses on the way to the carriage.
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The sight of the two princess embracing, brought a smile to Nicholai’s face, and he rubbed his hand over the stubble on his jaw from the week aboard ship when he’d been too ill to think of shaving. But when the older of the two princesses waved her hand beckoning him to rise, he did, grateful that his stomach had not rebelled.
Nicholi inclined his head when Persephone moved to stay before him, the top of her head barely reaching his chin, laying one slender hand on his breastplate, Nicholai’s big hand lifted to cup her elbow, steadying her should she need it. He was a tall man after all, and it would never do for the crown princess to be less than graceful, while she was offering her gratitude for him doing his duty.
He offered a shy smile, looking remarkably boyish for a moment, especially given that he was nearly six and a half feet tall.
“You flattery me your highness.” He said quietly, “I did my duty, nothing more.” Nicholai’s brown eyes flickered over to where Emilia stood, affection for the younger princess shining in them before returning to meet Persephone’s again. He was fond of Emilia, and had been for years, but that was as far as it went.
Nicholai accepted the basket, a puzzled look on his face, lifting the cover to peer inside. What color he’d regained since getting is feet back on dry land slowly drained away at her words and the look she sent him.
He resisted the urge to swallow, schooling his expression into pleasant neutralness, even as sweat trickled down his spine. Could she know? And if she did what would that mean for he and Dawn?
“You are too kind. Thank you your highness.” He managed a smile, but it faded quickly even before he fell into step behind the princesses on the way to the carriage.
The sight of the two princess embracing, brought a smile to Nicholai’s face, and he rubbed his hand over the stubble on his jaw from the week aboard ship when he’d been too ill to think of shaving. But when the older of the two princesses waved her hand beckoning him to rise, he did, grateful that his stomach had not rebelled.
Nicholi inclined his head when Persephone moved to stay before him, the top of her head barely reaching his chin, laying one slender hand on his breastplate, Nicholai’s big hand lifted to cup her elbow, steadying her should she need it. He was a tall man after all, and it would never do for the crown princess to be less than graceful, while she was offering her gratitude for him doing his duty.
He offered a shy smile, looking remarkably boyish for a moment, especially given that he was nearly six and a half feet tall.
“You flattery me your highness.” He said quietly, “I did my duty, nothing more.” Nicholai’s brown eyes flickered over to where Emilia stood, affection for the younger princess shining in them before returning to meet Persephone’s again. He was fond of Emilia, and had been for years, but that was as far as it went.
Nicholai accepted the basket, a puzzled look on his face, lifting the cover to peer inside. What color he’d regained since getting is feet back on dry land slowly drained away at her words and the look she sent him.
He resisted the urge to swallow, schooling his expression into pleasant neutralness, even as sweat trickled down his spine. Could she know? And if she did what would that mean for he and Dawn?
“You are too kind. Thank you your highness.” He managed a smile, but it faded quickly even before he fell into step behind the princesses on the way to the carriage.
Persephone smiled kindly as the guard's features seemed to freeze in the middle of inspecting the contents of the basket. She had a sneaking suspicion she knew which of her words had caused him to hesitate.
Instead of saying anything more, she simply placed a hand on his forearm in a supportive gesture, smiled kindly and then turned to speak with her sister as they headed to the carriage.
Normally, Persephone would have chastised Emilia for doing nothing to hide her dislike of the Lord Elias, but as there was no-one around to hear her comment and as she was simply to happy to have her sister home and safe as to spoil it with lessons and corrections, she let it go.
Instead, she accepted the lady Helen's hand in entering the carriage and turned to speak with her sister as they travelled with comfort. Agreeing her Emilia's allowances to Nicholai - the last week of so must have been hard on him as well as on the princesses - in different ways of course, but still... that she had no issues with her younger sister offering him pardon for the day following. Persephone didn't intend on letting Emilia leave the palace for at least a few days anyway... At least under her heartbeat had fallen back into its normal rhythm and her anxiety over the young girl's safety had subsided.
"Little enough progress..." She responded to Emilia's question regarding the Senate. "We are now certain that the Antonis family are due to side with the Xanthos changes to the bill. I have been in meetings with the Marikas family members all week but it looks like their traditionalism is winning out. They like Elias just as little as we do but they seem to hate my gender more. They're falling back on the reasons for how it has always been..." Persephone's lips were tight with frustration but that was the only outward sign she gave of her inner feelings. "So it looks like the decision may come down to but a few deciding votes unfortunately. Though I hear that the Crown Prince of Colchis is not far behind you in travelling to Athenia - perhaps he will have something to offer on the matter. I shall ask him while he's staying with us in the palace."
The other guest who was travelling from Taengea to stay in the royal palace was Lord Iason of Dimitrou, but she did not want to surprise the young princess with that piece of news... She would have to find the right moment to tell her romantic sister that she was strongly considering an arranged marriage. Instead she addressed her sister's questions about the plans for the festival.
"Yes, father plans on having some huge festival here in about a month's time..." She told the princess. "Ideas are being flung all over the place regarding the entertainment." She didn't dare mention that her father had told her they could tie it in with an engagement announcement if things went well with Lord Iason...
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Persephone smiled kindly as the guard's features seemed to freeze in the middle of inspecting the contents of the basket. She had a sneaking suspicion she knew which of her words had caused him to hesitate.
Instead of saying anything more, she simply placed a hand on his forearm in a supportive gesture, smiled kindly and then turned to speak with her sister as they headed to the carriage.
Normally, Persephone would have chastised Emilia for doing nothing to hide her dislike of the Lord Elias, but as there was no-one around to hear her comment and as she was simply to happy to have her sister home and safe as to spoil it with lessons and corrections, she let it go.
Instead, she accepted the lady Helen's hand in entering the carriage and turned to speak with her sister as they travelled with comfort. Agreeing her Emilia's allowances to Nicholai - the last week of so must have been hard on him as well as on the princesses - in different ways of course, but still... that she had no issues with her younger sister offering him pardon for the day following. Persephone didn't intend on letting Emilia leave the palace for at least a few days anyway... At least under her heartbeat had fallen back into its normal rhythm and her anxiety over the young girl's safety had subsided.
"Little enough progress..." She responded to Emilia's question regarding the Senate. "We are now certain that the Antonis family are due to side with the Xanthos changes to the bill. I have been in meetings with the Marikas family members all week but it looks like their traditionalism is winning out. They like Elias just as little as we do but they seem to hate my gender more. They're falling back on the reasons for how it has always been..." Persephone's lips were tight with frustration but that was the only outward sign she gave of her inner feelings. "So it looks like the decision may come down to but a few deciding votes unfortunately. Though I hear that the Crown Prince of Colchis is not far behind you in travelling to Athenia - perhaps he will have something to offer on the matter. I shall ask him while he's staying with us in the palace."
The other guest who was travelling from Taengea to stay in the royal palace was Lord Iason of Dimitrou, but she did not want to surprise the young princess with that piece of news... She would have to find the right moment to tell her romantic sister that she was strongly considering an arranged marriage. Instead she addressed her sister's questions about the plans for the festival.
"Yes, father plans on having some huge festival here in about a month's time..." She told the princess. "Ideas are being flung all over the place regarding the entertainment." She didn't dare mention that her father had told her they could tie it in with an engagement announcement if things went well with Lord Iason...
Persephone smiled kindly as the guard's features seemed to freeze in the middle of inspecting the contents of the basket. She had a sneaking suspicion she knew which of her words had caused him to hesitate.
Instead of saying anything more, she simply placed a hand on his forearm in a supportive gesture, smiled kindly and then turned to speak with her sister as they headed to the carriage.
Normally, Persephone would have chastised Emilia for doing nothing to hide her dislike of the Lord Elias, but as there was no-one around to hear her comment and as she was simply to happy to have her sister home and safe as to spoil it with lessons and corrections, she let it go.
Instead, she accepted the lady Helen's hand in entering the carriage and turned to speak with her sister as they travelled with comfort. Agreeing her Emilia's allowances to Nicholai - the last week of so must have been hard on him as well as on the princesses - in different ways of course, but still... that she had no issues with her younger sister offering him pardon for the day following. Persephone didn't intend on letting Emilia leave the palace for at least a few days anyway... At least under her heartbeat had fallen back into its normal rhythm and her anxiety over the young girl's safety had subsided.
"Little enough progress..." She responded to Emilia's question regarding the Senate. "We are now certain that the Antonis family are due to side with the Xanthos changes to the bill. I have been in meetings with the Marikas family members all week but it looks like their traditionalism is winning out. They like Elias just as little as we do but they seem to hate my gender more. They're falling back on the reasons for how it has always been..." Persephone's lips were tight with frustration but that was the only outward sign she gave of her inner feelings. "So it looks like the decision may come down to but a few deciding votes unfortunately. Though I hear that the Crown Prince of Colchis is not far behind you in travelling to Athenia - perhaps he will have something to offer on the matter. I shall ask him while he's staying with us in the palace."
The other guest who was travelling from Taengea to stay in the royal palace was Lord Iason of Dimitrou, but she did not want to surprise the young princess with that piece of news... She would have to find the right moment to tell her romantic sister that she was strongly considering an arranged marriage. Instead she addressed her sister's questions about the plans for the festival.
"Yes, father plans on having some huge festival here in about a month's time..." She told the princess. "Ideas are being flung all over the place regarding the entertainment." She didn't dare mention that her father had told her they could tie it in with an engagement announcement if things went well with Lord Iason...
Nicholai took heart from the fact that the princess Persephone had smiled at him so sweetly. If she had found out what he’d done and intended to separate him from his beloved Dawn surely she would not smile at him so?
Nor would she touch him as if to give him comfort if she knew that he had, in essence, stolen Dawn when he’d married her, as she was still owned by the royal family. He was till puzzling over what she might’ve meant as he followed Persephone and Emilia to the carriage, the basket still in his hands.
The basket in his hands kept him from offering the princesses his hand to steady them, as was his custom as they stepped up into their carriage. Reaching up he set it on the bench seat by the driver and climbed up to sit beside the other man. The other men could walk alongside. Nicholai would ride, if for no other reason than his legs feeling less than steady after his week long bout with seasickness.
He was happy to be home, and looked forward to a day of rest after the voyage. Dawn would be busy most to the day no doubt, but Nic would use the time to get some sleep, before having a private reunion with his beloved Dawn.
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Nicholai took heart from the fact that the princess Persephone had smiled at him so sweetly. If she had found out what he’d done and intended to separate him from his beloved Dawn surely she would not smile at him so?
Nor would she touch him as if to give him comfort if she knew that he had, in essence, stolen Dawn when he’d married her, as she was still owned by the royal family. He was till puzzling over what she might’ve meant as he followed Persephone and Emilia to the carriage, the basket still in his hands.
The basket in his hands kept him from offering the princesses his hand to steady them, as was his custom as they stepped up into their carriage. Reaching up he set it on the bench seat by the driver and climbed up to sit beside the other man. The other men could walk alongside. Nicholai would ride, if for no other reason than his legs feeling less than steady after his week long bout with seasickness.
He was happy to be home, and looked forward to a day of rest after the voyage. Dawn would be busy most to the day no doubt, but Nic would use the time to get some sleep, before having a private reunion with his beloved Dawn.
Nicholai took heart from the fact that the princess Persephone had smiled at him so sweetly. If she had found out what he’d done and intended to separate him from his beloved Dawn surely she would not smile at him so?
Nor would she touch him as if to give him comfort if she knew that he had, in essence, stolen Dawn when he’d married her, as she was still owned by the royal family. He was till puzzling over what she might’ve meant as he followed Persephone and Emilia to the carriage, the basket still in his hands.
The basket in his hands kept him from offering the princesses his hand to steady them, as was his custom as they stepped up into their carriage. Reaching up he set it on the bench seat by the driver and climbed up to sit beside the other man. The other men could walk alongside. Nicholai would ride, if for no other reason than his legs feeling less than steady after his week long bout with seasickness.
He was happy to be home, and looked forward to a day of rest after the voyage. Dawn would be busy most to the day no doubt, but Nic would use the time to get some sleep, before having a private reunion with his beloved Dawn.
She knew she wasn't exactly doing right by her family and their name by being so outwardly distasteful of Lord Elias - but it was no secret that there was no love lost between herself and their cousins. Emilia had never been able to stomach the power-hungry way in which her cousin eyed the throne, and even more so when it put Persephone in the way of danger. Besides, no one else was around, so Emilia didn't bother curbing her tongue for now.
Listening intently as her sister updated her on what has been happening, her stomach gave a roll when she heard of what had happened with the Marikas family. In truth, the young girl knew it would be foolish to think everyone would throw their support behind Persephone, considering this was the first time in history that anyone's ever suggested a direct heir - regardless of gender - would take over the throne. But then again, she didn't see why they shouldn't, considering Persephone had done splendid job running Athenia over the last few years.
"What benefit do they get putting Lord Elias on the throne anyway? He-" just before Emilia said something Persephone would likely chatise her for, the young princess caught her tongue and took a deep breathe, trying to get rid of the annoyance she felt at the mere metion of Elias's name.
Instead, she shook her head and let the matter drop, her eyes widening when her sister mentioned the crown prince of Colchis. She... while she had never officially met him, she knew him by name and reputation, and what she's heard was enough for Emilia to make a firm mental note to avoid wherever it was the crown prince would be in during his stay. She had no wish to meet the one others referred to as the Stone Prince, and his reputation terrified the young girl.
At the mention of a festival, it is no surprise to find that the fashion-savvy princess would immediately turn in the direction that it did. "Entertainment? A festival?" If one could look into her mind, one would see immediately how the cogs in her brain started turning as she calculated the amount of time that it would take for her to source for new, quality material that befitted herself and her sister... and did the king need new chitons? Perhaps he could use a new one for this festival, a show of solidarity would mean they all end up in the same colors. A strong one to prove that their father was not as ailing as everyone believes now. "Have the seamstresses been notified? Can I go out to the markets tomorrow with the slaves?"
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She knew she wasn't exactly doing right by her family and their name by being so outwardly distasteful of Lord Elias - but it was no secret that there was no love lost between herself and their cousins. Emilia had never been able to stomach the power-hungry way in which her cousin eyed the throne, and even more so when it put Persephone in the way of danger. Besides, no one else was around, so Emilia didn't bother curbing her tongue for now.
Listening intently as her sister updated her on what has been happening, her stomach gave a roll when she heard of what had happened with the Marikas family. In truth, the young girl knew it would be foolish to think everyone would throw their support behind Persephone, considering this was the first time in history that anyone's ever suggested a direct heir - regardless of gender - would take over the throne. But then again, she didn't see why they shouldn't, considering Persephone had done splendid job running Athenia over the last few years.
"What benefit do they get putting Lord Elias on the throne anyway? He-" just before Emilia said something Persephone would likely chatise her for, the young princess caught her tongue and took a deep breathe, trying to get rid of the annoyance she felt at the mere metion of Elias's name.
Instead, she shook her head and let the matter drop, her eyes widening when her sister mentioned the crown prince of Colchis. She... while she had never officially met him, she knew him by name and reputation, and what she's heard was enough for Emilia to make a firm mental note to avoid wherever it was the crown prince would be in during his stay. She had no wish to meet the one others referred to as the Stone Prince, and his reputation terrified the young girl.
At the mention of a festival, it is no surprise to find that the fashion-savvy princess would immediately turn in the direction that it did. "Entertainment? A festival?" If one could look into her mind, one would see immediately how the cogs in her brain started turning as she calculated the amount of time that it would take for her to source for new, quality material that befitted herself and her sister... and did the king need new chitons? Perhaps he could use a new one for this festival, a show of solidarity would mean they all end up in the same colors. A strong one to prove that their father was not as ailing as everyone believes now. "Have the seamstresses been notified? Can I go out to the markets tomorrow with the slaves?"
She knew she wasn't exactly doing right by her family and their name by being so outwardly distasteful of Lord Elias - but it was no secret that there was no love lost between herself and their cousins. Emilia had never been able to stomach the power-hungry way in which her cousin eyed the throne, and even more so when it put Persephone in the way of danger. Besides, no one else was around, so Emilia didn't bother curbing her tongue for now.
Listening intently as her sister updated her on what has been happening, her stomach gave a roll when she heard of what had happened with the Marikas family. In truth, the young girl knew it would be foolish to think everyone would throw their support behind Persephone, considering this was the first time in history that anyone's ever suggested a direct heir - regardless of gender - would take over the throne. But then again, she didn't see why they shouldn't, considering Persephone had done splendid job running Athenia over the last few years.
"What benefit do they get putting Lord Elias on the throne anyway? He-" just before Emilia said something Persephone would likely chatise her for, the young princess caught her tongue and took a deep breathe, trying to get rid of the annoyance she felt at the mere metion of Elias's name.
Instead, she shook her head and let the matter drop, her eyes widening when her sister mentioned the crown prince of Colchis. She... while she had never officially met him, she knew him by name and reputation, and what she's heard was enough for Emilia to make a firm mental note to avoid wherever it was the crown prince would be in during his stay. She had no wish to meet the one others referred to as the Stone Prince, and his reputation terrified the young girl.
At the mention of a festival, it is no surprise to find that the fashion-savvy princess would immediately turn in the direction that it did. "Entertainment? A festival?" If one could look into her mind, one would see immediately how the cogs in her brain started turning as she calculated the amount of time that it would take for her to source for new, quality material that befitted herself and her sister... and did the king need new chitons? Perhaps he could use a new one for this festival, a show of solidarity would mean they all end up in the same colors. A strong one to prove that their father was not as ailing as everyone believes now. "Have the seamstresses been notified? Can I go out to the markets tomorrow with the slaves?"
Nicholai was used to being at the princess’ side, hearing what was being said without actively listening to what was often private conversations. A technique he and the other royal guards had perfected years ago. So her attitude towards her cousin came as no real surprise to the young bodyguard. He wasn't thrilled with the way he'd been trying to thwart the king's will. But unless the other man was actually caught red handed making a move against the royal family, there wasn't much Nic could do about it.
So when he heard Emmy ask about going to the market, he spoke for the first time since boarding the princesses’ carriage. “I’ll assign a couple of the palace guards to go along with your bodyguards. What time do you think you’d be going shopping princess?” He shifted a little on the seat, straining to hear what her answer would be. He would be off that day, but he took his responsibilities very seriously and would increase her protection, still antsy himself after what had happened in Tangea,
If he'd been with her, he might not have felt the need for so many guards, but as he would be home in his quarters, being pampered by Dawn, catching up on the rest he missed during the sea voyage and eating to make up for his lengthy fast, Nic increased the number who would accompany Emilia. Thinking, Better safe than sorry.
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Nicholai was used to being at the princess’ side, hearing what was being said without actively listening to what was often private conversations. A technique he and the other royal guards had perfected years ago. So her attitude towards her cousin came as no real surprise to the young bodyguard. He wasn't thrilled with the way he'd been trying to thwart the king's will. But unless the other man was actually caught red handed making a move against the royal family, there wasn't much Nic could do about it.
So when he heard Emmy ask about going to the market, he spoke for the first time since boarding the princesses’ carriage. “I’ll assign a couple of the palace guards to go along with your bodyguards. What time do you think you’d be going shopping princess?” He shifted a little on the seat, straining to hear what her answer would be. He would be off that day, but he took his responsibilities very seriously and would increase her protection, still antsy himself after what had happened in Tangea,
If he'd been with her, he might not have felt the need for so many guards, but as he would be home in his quarters, being pampered by Dawn, catching up on the rest he missed during the sea voyage and eating to make up for his lengthy fast, Nic increased the number who would accompany Emilia. Thinking, Better safe than sorry.
Nicholai was used to being at the princess’ side, hearing what was being said without actively listening to what was often private conversations. A technique he and the other royal guards had perfected years ago. So her attitude towards her cousin came as no real surprise to the young bodyguard. He wasn't thrilled with the way he'd been trying to thwart the king's will. But unless the other man was actually caught red handed making a move against the royal family, there wasn't much Nic could do about it.
So when he heard Emmy ask about going to the market, he spoke for the first time since boarding the princesses’ carriage. “I’ll assign a couple of the palace guards to go along with your bodyguards. What time do you think you’d be going shopping princess?” He shifted a little on the seat, straining to hear what her answer would be. He would be off that day, but he took his responsibilities very seriously and would increase her protection, still antsy himself after what had happened in Tangea,
If he'd been with her, he might not have felt the need for so many guards, but as he would be home in his quarters, being pampered by Dawn, catching up on the rest he missed during the sea voyage and eating to make up for his lengthy fast, Nic increased the number who would accompany Emilia. Thinking, Better safe than sorry.
Persephone's eyes and voice turned sharp. Not because she was angry at Emilia or because she wished to offend her... but because her thoughts had quickened and turned anxious with the words between her younger sister and her bodyguard.
"Thank you Nicholai, I appreciate your concerns and practical thinking but Princess Emilia will be doing no such thing." She told the man, in a voice that carried up to his front seat on the carriage. "You may enjoy your day off safe in the knowledge that the princess will be kept safe in the palace."
Persephone could not empathise nor understand the complete horrors that her little sister must have witnessed back in Taengea, nor the fear it must have engendered within her or the memories she would likely never be able to shake. But that didn't negate her own fears and her own horrors - the thoughts and speculations and sheer dread that had been her constant companion for the last five days.
She might have been better at hiding it in a way that Emilia had not yet learned but that did not mean it wasn't there. And it was throwing her sisterly concerns and protective instincts into full alert.
"You'll be staying in the palace Emilia." She told her sister, her voice calmer again. "You may invite however many seamstresses and fabric traders you like into the palace, so long as they follow the security checks as normal... but you are staying within our home for a few days." This last she said as she reached out and rested a hand over Emilia's, folded in her lap. "At least until my heart is back to its usual rhythm again, sister mine."
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Persephone's eyes and voice turned sharp. Not because she was angry at Emilia or because she wished to offend her... but because her thoughts had quickened and turned anxious with the words between her younger sister and her bodyguard.
"Thank you Nicholai, I appreciate your concerns and practical thinking but Princess Emilia will be doing no such thing." She told the man, in a voice that carried up to his front seat on the carriage. "You may enjoy your day off safe in the knowledge that the princess will be kept safe in the palace."
Persephone could not empathise nor understand the complete horrors that her little sister must have witnessed back in Taengea, nor the fear it must have engendered within her or the memories she would likely never be able to shake. But that didn't negate her own fears and her own horrors - the thoughts and speculations and sheer dread that had been her constant companion for the last five days.
She might have been better at hiding it in a way that Emilia had not yet learned but that did not mean it wasn't there. And it was throwing her sisterly concerns and protective instincts into full alert.
"You'll be staying in the palace Emilia." She told her sister, her voice calmer again. "You may invite however many seamstresses and fabric traders you like into the palace, so long as they follow the security checks as normal... but you are staying within our home for a few days." This last she said as she reached out and rested a hand over Emilia's, folded in her lap. "At least until my heart is back to its usual rhythm again, sister mine."
Persephone's eyes and voice turned sharp. Not because she was angry at Emilia or because she wished to offend her... but because her thoughts had quickened and turned anxious with the words between her younger sister and her bodyguard.
"Thank you Nicholai, I appreciate your concerns and practical thinking but Princess Emilia will be doing no such thing." She told the man, in a voice that carried up to his front seat on the carriage. "You may enjoy your day off safe in the knowledge that the princess will be kept safe in the palace."
Persephone could not empathise nor understand the complete horrors that her little sister must have witnessed back in Taengea, nor the fear it must have engendered within her or the memories she would likely never be able to shake. But that didn't negate her own fears and her own horrors - the thoughts and speculations and sheer dread that had been her constant companion for the last five days.
She might have been better at hiding it in a way that Emilia had not yet learned but that did not mean it wasn't there. And it was throwing her sisterly concerns and protective instincts into full alert.
"You'll be staying in the palace Emilia." She told her sister, her voice calmer again. "You may invite however many seamstresses and fabric traders you like into the palace, so long as they follow the security checks as normal... but you are staying within our home for a few days." This last she said as she reached out and rested a hand over Emilia's, folded in her lap. "At least until my heart is back to its usual rhythm again, sister mine."
She knew of course, that Nicholai would offer to make the plans for her security detail when she went on, even if he was to be having a day off when she did. Emilia was eternally grateful to have Nicholai in her life, and without him she really would be mired in a lot more danger and trouble then she already was with him. The girl shot him a grateful smile, but her smile faltered when Persephone immediately cut in.
The younger's eyes shot to her sister, and a part of her wanted to rebel, resisting the urge to give a mournful pout when she remembered just what had happened. In truth, after the events in the Dionysus festival, Nicholai had been quick to bundle Emilia back to the ship, and kept her away from people. The voyage back was only of her own guards and handmaidens, thus Emilia had yet to find out how she reacted in a crowd full of people. Afterall, young as she was, the only thing she thought of the moment the opportunity presented itself, was to do the one thing she loved most - shopping.
Therefore, it was a couple of seconds delay, before her eyes simmered down from the rebellious way they had flashed, when her sister spoke. She loved Persephone dearly, and when the elder one pointed out the reason why she was now basically putting Emilia on house arrest, her bristling hair settled down. How could she stay angry at her sister when all Persephone did was due to her worry for her?
Biting back her previously unhappy feelings, the girl forced the smile and curled her fingers around Persephone's hands, looking out just to see the palace that was beginning to appear in the horizon as their carriage arrived. "However many? I think the marketplace will have to close tomorrow then." she managed to quip, laughing lightly before directing her next words at Nicholai. "Can you ensure the grand hall is clear tomorrow? I intend to send Helen to get the highest quality silks from all merchants tomorrow from the Agora." Obviously, Emilia meant business when she wanted to get new outfits for their whole family ready for the festival.
Letting the trundle of the carriage fill the air as Emilia offered bits and pieces of what had happened (although not in its entirety yet, that would happen later that night, when the young girl would be awakened by a nightmare and run crawling into her sister's room), it was more of an update then a conversation on everything that the young girl had seen while in Taengea, until the carriage arrived at the doorsteps of the royal palati.
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She knew of course, that Nicholai would offer to make the plans for her security detail when she went on, even if he was to be having a day off when she did. Emilia was eternally grateful to have Nicholai in her life, and without him she really would be mired in a lot more danger and trouble then she already was with him. The girl shot him a grateful smile, but her smile faltered when Persephone immediately cut in.
The younger's eyes shot to her sister, and a part of her wanted to rebel, resisting the urge to give a mournful pout when she remembered just what had happened. In truth, after the events in the Dionysus festival, Nicholai had been quick to bundle Emilia back to the ship, and kept her away from people. The voyage back was only of her own guards and handmaidens, thus Emilia had yet to find out how she reacted in a crowd full of people. Afterall, young as she was, the only thing she thought of the moment the opportunity presented itself, was to do the one thing she loved most - shopping.
Therefore, it was a couple of seconds delay, before her eyes simmered down from the rebellious way they had flashed, when her sister spoke. She loved Persephone dearly, and when the elder one pointed out the reason why she was now basically putting Emilia on house arrest, her bristling hair settled down. How could she stay angry at her sister when all Persephone did was due to her worry for her?
Biting back her previously unhappy feelings, the girl forced the smile and curled her fingers around Persephone's hands, looking out just to see the palace that was beginning to appear in the horizon as their carriage arrived. "However many? I think the marketplace will have to close tomorrow then." she managed to quip, laughing lightly before directing her next words at Nicholai. "Can you ensure the grand hall is clear tomorrow? I intend to send Helen to get the highest quality silks from all merchants tomorrow from the Agora." Obviously, Emilia meant business when she wanted to get new outfits for their whole family ready for the festival.
Letting the trundle of the carriage fill the air as Emilia offered bits and pieces of what had happened (although not in its entirety yet, that would happen later that night, when the young girl would be awakened by a nightmare and run crawling into her sister's room), it was more of an update then a conversation on everything that the young girl had seen while in Taengea, until the carriage arrived at the doorsteps of the royal palati.
She knew of course, that Nicholai would offer to make the plans for her security detail when she went on, even if he was to be having a day off when she did. Emilia was eternally grateful to have Nicholai in her life, and without him she really would be mired in a lot more danger and trouble then she already was with him. The girl shot him a grateful smile, but her smile faltered when Persephone immediately cut in.
The younger's eyes shot to her sister, and a part of her wanted to rebel, resisting the urge to give a mournful pout when she remembered just what had happened. In truth, after the events in the Dionysus festival, Nicholai had been quick to bundle Emilia back to the ship, and kept her away from people. The voyage back was only of her own guards and handmaidens, thus Emilia had yet to find out how she reacted in a crowd full of people. Afterall, young as she was, the only thing she thought of the moment the opportunity presented itself, was to do the one thing she loved most - shopping.
Therefore, it was a couple of seconds delay, before her eyes simmered down from the rebellious way they had flashed, when her sister spoke. She loved Persephone dearly, and when the elder one pointed out the reason why she was now basically putting Emilia on house arrest, her bristling hair settled down. How could she stay angry at her sister when all Persephone did was due to her worry for her?
Biting back her previously unhappy feelings, the girl forced the smile and curled her fingers around Persephone's hands, looking out just to see the palace that was beginning to appear in the horizon as their carriage arrived. "However many? I think the marketplace will have to close tomorrow then." she managed to quip, laughing lightly before directing her next words at Nicholai. "Can you ensure the grand hall is clear tomorrow? I intend to send Helen to get the highest quality silks from all merchants tomorrow from the Agora." Obviously, Emilia meant business when she wanted to get new outfits for their whole family ready for the festival.
Letting the trundle of the carriage fill the air as Emilia offered bits and pieces of what had happened (although not in its entirety yet, that would happen later that night, when the young girl would be awakened by a nightmare and run crawling into her sister's room), it was more of an update then a conversation on everything that the young girl had seen while in Taengea, until the carriage arrived at the doorsteps of the royal palati.
Persephone smiled at her sister's enthusiasm before dipping her head in acknowledgement of both the girl's patience, her understanding of Persephone's concerns and also her acquiescence of her instructions - howevermuch begrudging murmurs were likely to be shooting through her mind. Persephone knew her sister too well to believe she was a hundred percent happy with this arrangement. But, as soon as she was convinced that no danger of Taengea had followed the young princess back to their shores or had expanded behind on the boundaries of the Island of Serenn, she would allow her younger sister more freedom. Until then, she would ensure that she remained safe.
She smiled at the suggestion of the grand hall being made available for what sounded like a new fabric shop, comprised solely for the young princess but did nothing to hinder the idea. She nodded her head in acceptance.
"I think I can acquiesce to that compromise, sister." She admitted with a smile.
While the conversation seemed to indicate that Emilia was back home and back to normal after everything she had suffered abroad, it wasn't until later that night, when the nightmares sent Emilia to her sister's bedchambers that Persephone felt like she really had her family back with her. As Emilia curled up under the covers, her back to Persephone's front and Persephone wrapped a comforting around around her middle, drawing her close, it was then that she was finally able to breathe a deep sigh of relief and sleep properly for the first time in days...
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Persephone smiled at her sister's enthusiasm before dipping her head in acknowledgement of both the girl's patience, her understanding of Persephone's concerns and also her acquiescence of her instructions - howevermuch begrudging murmurs were likely to be shooting through her mind. Persephone knew her sister too well to believe she was a hundred percent happy with this arrangement. But, as soon as she was convinced that no danger of Taengea had followed the young princess back to their shores or had expanded behind on the boundaries of the Island of Serenn, she would allow her younger sister more freedom. Until then, she would ensure that she remained safe.
She smiled at the suggestion of the grand hall being made available for what sounded like a new fabric shop, comprised solely for the young princess but did nothing to hinder the idea. She nodded her head in acceptance.
"I think I can acquiesce to that compromise, sister." She admitted with a smile.
While the conversation seemed to indicate that Emilia was back home and back to normal after everything she had suffered abroad, it wasn't until later that night, when the nightmares sent Emilia to her sister's bedchambers that Persephone felt like she really had her family back with her. As Emilia curled up under the covers, her back to Persephone's front and Persephone wrapped a comforting around around her middle, drawing her close, it was then that she was finally able to breathe a deep sigh of relief and sleep properly for the first time in days...
Persephone smiled at her sister's enthusiasm before dipping her head in acknowledgement of both the girl's patience, her understanding of Persephone's concerns and also her acquiescence of her instructions - howevermuch begrudging murmurs were likely to be shooting through her mind. Persephone knew her sister too well to believe she was a hundred percent happy with this arrangement. But, as soon as she was convinced that no danger of Taengea had followed the young princess back to their shores or had expanded behind on the boundaries of the Island of Serenn, she would allow her younger sister more freedom. Until then, she would ensure that she remained safe.
She smiled at the suggestion of the grand hall being made available for what sounded like a new fabric shop, comprised solely for the young princess but did nothing to hinder the idea. She nodded her head in acceptance.
"I think I can acquiesce to that compromise, sister." She admitted with a smile.
While the conversation seemed to indicate that Emilia was back home and back to normal after everything she had suffered abroad, it wasn't until later that night, when the nightmares sent Emilia to her sister's bedchambers that Persephone felt like she really had her family back with her. As Emilia curled up under the covers, her back to Persephone's front and Persephone wrapped a comforting around around her middle, drawing her close, it was then that she was finally able to breathe a deep sigh of relief and sleep properly for the first time in days...
