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The moment the family had been ready, Evras had set off together with the Queen, her husband, and the youngest prince of the Kotas family to receive who would now be the King and Athanasia upon their return from the voyage. While Evras would have very much liked to bring Dion along with her on the ride, the woman had woken up with a pounding head that no doubt was likely to do with the growing life within her, and had requested for the young prince to be taken care of by trusted nannies as they ventured down.
The carriage was inhabited by the Queen, herself and the handmaiden she would bring with her, for Roxana would see to both herself and the Queen, but the men had chosen horseback, a habit that was normal. Evras had asked once, and Dysius had merely told her the carriage seemed to stifling, not when they could feel the rough sea winds as they rode by its side. She could not see the same pleasure, for the locks her servants had painfully coiffed would be too easily disturbed upon horseback, but she conceded upon seeing the men's pleasure on the outsides of the carriage confines.
A quiet journey was unsurprising, considering the recent events that had happened. In general, the atmosphere at home had been sombre, and nary a smile had broken. Evras had barely gotten to speak to her husband, for he had been busy enough ensuring the eldest of the brothers would have all ready upon his return and what would surely be an unexpected revelation to him. On that matter, Evras did not envy Vangelis one bit. Even with how senile Dionysius had been going, she would be unconsolable the day her father left, despite the little memories she had of him in his better days.
Glancing at Roxana as the docks rolled into view, it was a quiet look that bidded her new handmaiden to not wander far from their side once they were out, for Evras did not wish to be jostled. Having lost two before this, she was taking precaution so the life within her would not be taken away yet again, but neither did she want to remain in the palace when hard days would be falling upon her husband's family, at least in terms of the political area.
Least of all, her family. Of course Evras was no fool. She knew, despite their marriage, that Zanon still held misgivings to her sisters, especially her eldest. And to a certain extent, Evras did not fault him. Yet on the other hand, both her husband and her family were dear to her... and to choose was something impossible. That would perhaps explain and also contribute to why she was also hesitant on approaching her husband, preferring to maintain status quo for now, until at least his eldest brother was returned.
The carriage soon swayed to a stop, and Evras waited till the Queen had descended, before descending as well, but remaining next to carriage as her husband and Silas stepped forward. They would have the privilege of greeting Vangelis. Evras was merely there as support and a presence to ensure the public saw the royal family with no cracks. Unconsciously, the dark-haired woman laid a hand over her still-flat belly as the crown prince, no...King, descended, and a small smile fluttered across her face as she saw Athanasia. She had missed her young sister-in-law, and her fierce way in defending all she believed.
And watching the young princess crumble was more then she could bear. Evras had bowed as everyone else when her husband went down on one knee, but as they straightened up again, her look turned worried as she studied Athanasia's features.
Soft-hearted as she was, Evras moved forward to greet Athanasia as they followed Vangelis's pathway with his brothers down, and was quick to reach out to the girl's hands, giving them a tight squeeze. Briefly, Evras glanced over at Imeeya, but having never had great relations with those in the Drakos family, Evras only managed a tight smile, before her attention turned right back to Athanasia as she drew her young sister-by-marriage to her side, speaking in what she hoped was a comforting tone. "We'll speak once we return home, Asia. But for now, you're a Kotas." The name itself brought with it a wealth of meaning,but Athanasia would understand it. All of the siblings were brought up with the same values afterall - strength, determination and independence.
Turning to the Taengeans who had come with, Evras managed a polite and gentle smile as greeting to them, before turning as Vangelis addressed her. Quietly, the dark-haired princess nodded, before turning to the obviously out-of-place Taengeans, thankful she had thought of bringing the larger carriage and an extra, a carriage that had been for Imeeya should the lady wish to return home with no stops. For now though, it appeared Lady Imeeya would have to travel with them to the Kotas manor first, before other arrangements could be made. There had been no news of visiting royalties... but they will make do. "Roxana, please take a horse and return swiftly home to ensure enough rooms are prepared for our guests, and hot baths drawn for all of them, and the princess as well." Evras murmured once she had gestured for her handmaiden to step forward.
That done, she turned back to the Taengeans and offered another gentle smile, her blue-green eyes welcoming as she gestured for them to follow her. "You will be comfortable in our carriage that will bring you to the manor, my lords and ladies." Her eyes sparkled at the newborn the Lady Selene carried, and offered a warm smile to the blonde Leventi. She had only briefly met her the last time she was around, and times had been rife then, but Evras looked infinitely better this time as she led them to the carriage, ensured they were all properly ensconced before bringing Athanasia and Imeeya to the carriage that would carry them and the Queen to return to the manor.
There was much to be done and discussed, but none suited for the public eye afterall.
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The moment the family had been ready, Evras had set off together with the Queen, her husband, and the youngest prince of the Kotas family to receive who would now be the King and Athanasia upon their return from the voyage. While Evras would have very much liked to bring Dion along with her on the ride, the woman had woken up with a pounding head that no doubt was likely to do with the growing life within her, and had requested for the young prince to be taken care of by trusted nannies as they ventured down.
The carriage was inhabited by the Queen, herself and the handmaiden she would bring with her, for Roxana would see to both herself and the Queen, but the men had chosen horseback, a habit that was normal. Evras had asked once, and Dysius had merely told her the carriage seemed to stifling, not when they could feel the rough sea winds as they rode by its side. She could not see the same pleasure, for the locks her servants had painfully coiffed would be too easily disturbed upon horseback, but she conceded upon seeing the men's pleasure on the outsides of the carriage confines.
A quiet journey was unsurprising, considering the recent events that had happened. In general, the atmosphere at home had been sombre, and nary a smile had broken. Evras had barely gotten to speak to her husband, for he had been busy enough ensuring the eldest of the brothers would have all ready upon his return and what would surely be an unexpected revelation to him. On that matter, Evras did not envy Vangelis one bit. Even with how senile Dionysius had been going, she would be unconsolable the day her father left, despite the little memories she had of him in his better days.
Glancing at Roxana as the docks rolled into view, it was a quiet look that bidded her new handmaiden to not wander far from their side once they were out, for Evras did not wish to be jostled. Having lost two before this, she was taking precaution so the life within her would not be taken away yet again, but neither did she want to remain in the palace when hard days would be falling upon her husband's family, at least in terms of the political area.
Least of all, her family. Of course Evras was no fool. She knew, despite their marriage, that Zanon still held misgivings to her sisters, especially her eldest. And to a certain extent, Evras did not fault him. Yet on the other hand, both her husband and her family were dear to her... and to choose was something impossible. That would perhaps explain and also contribute to why she was also hesitant on approaching her husband, preferring to maintain status quo for now, until at least his eldest brother was returned.
The carriage soon swayed to a stop, and Evras waited till the Queen had descended, before descending as well, but remaining next to carriage as her husband and Silas stepped forward. They would have the privilege of greeting Vangelis. Evras was merely there as support and a presence to ensure the public saw the royal family with no cracks. Unconsciously, the dark-haired woman laid a hand over her still-flat belly as the crown prince, no...King, descended, and a small smile fluttered across her face as she saw Athanasia. She had missed her young sister-in-law, and her fierce way in defending all she believed.
And watching the young princess crumble was more then she could bear. Evras had bowed as everyone else when her husband went down on one knee, but as they straightened up again, her look turned worried as she studied Athanasia's features.
Soft-hearted as she was, Evras moved forward to greet Athanasia as they followed Vangelis's pathway with his brothers down, and was quick to reach out to the girl's hands, giving them a tight squeeze. Briefly, Evras glanced over at Imeeya, but having never had great relations with those in the Drakos family, Evras only managed a tight smile, before her attention turned right back to Athanasia as she drew her young sister-by-marriage to her side, speaking in what she hoped was a comforting tone. "We'll speak once we return home, Asia. But for now, you're a Kotas." The name itself brought with it a wealth of meaning,but Athanasia would understand it. All of the siblings were brought up with the same values afterall - strength, determination and independence.
Turning to the Taengeans who had come with, Evras managed a polite and gentle smile as greeting to them, before turning as Vangelis addressed her. Quietly, the dark-haired princess nodded, before turning to the obviously out-of-place Taengeans, thankful she had thought of bringing the larger carriage and an extra, a carriage that had been for Imeeya should the lady wish to return home with no stops. For now though, it appeared Lady Imeeya would have to travel with them to the Kotas manor first, before other arrangements could be made. There had been no news of visiting royalties... but they will make do. "Roxana, please take a horse and return swiftly home to ensure enough rooms are prepared for our guests, and hot baths drawn for all of them, and the princess as well." Evras murmured once she had gestured for her handmaiden to step forward.
That done, she turned back to the Taengeans and offered another gentle smile, her blue-green eyes welcoming as she gestured for them to follow her. "You will be comfortable in our carriage that will bring you to the manor, my lords and ladies." Her eyes sparkled at the newborn the Lady Selene carried, and offered a warm smile to the blonde Leventi. She had only briefly met her the last time she was around, and times had been rife then, but Evras looked infinitely better this time as she led them to the carriage, ensured they were all properly ensconced before bringing Athanasia and Imeeya to the carriage that would carry them and the Queen to return to the manor.
There was much to be done and discussed, but none suited for the public eye afterall.
The moment the family had been ready, Evras had set off together with the Queen, her husband, and the youngest prince of the Kotas family to receive who would now be the King and Athanasia upon their return from the voyage. While Evras would have very much liked to bring Dion along with her on the ride, the woman had woken up with a pounding head that no doubt was likely to do with the growing life within her, and had requested for the young prince to be taken care of by trusted nannies as they ventured down.
The carriage was inhabited by the Queen, herself and the handmaiden she would bring with her, for Roxana would see to both herself and the Queen, but the men had chosen horseback, a habit that was normal. Evras had asked once, and Dysius had merely told her the carriage seemed to stifling, not when they could feel the rough sea winds as they rode by its side. She could not see the same pleasure, for the locks her servants had painfully coiffed would be too easily disturbed upon horseback, but she conceded upon seeing the men's pleasure on the outsides of the carriage confines.
A quiet journey was unsurprising, considering the recent events that had happened. In general, the atmosphere at home had been sombre, and nary a smile had broken. Evras had barely gotten to speak to her husband, for he had been busy enough ensuring the eldest of the brothers would have all ready upon his return and what would surely be an unexpected revelation to him. On that matter, Evras did not envy Vangelis one bit. Even with how senile Dionysius had been going, she would be unconsolable the day her father left, despite the little memories she had of him in his better days.
Glancing at Roxana as the docks rolled into view, it was a quiet look that bidded her new handmaiden to not wander far from their side once they were out, for Evras did not wish to be jostled. Having lost two before this, she was taking precaution so the life within her would not be taken away yet again, but neither did she want to remain in the palace when hard days would be falling upon her husband's family, at least in terms of the political area.
Least of all, her family. Of course Evras was no fool. She knew, despite their marriage, that Zanon still held misgivings to her sisters, especially her eldest. And to a certain extent, Evras did not fault him. Yet on the other hand, both her husband and her family were dear to her... and to choose was something impossible. That would perhaps explain and also contribute to why she was also hesitant on approaching her husband, preferring to maintain status quo for now, until at least his eldest brother was returned.
The carriage soon swayed to a stop, and Evras waited till the Queen had descended, before descending as well, but remaining next to carriage as her husband and Silas stepped forward. They would have the privilege of greeting Vangelis. Evras was merely there as support and a presence to ensure the public saw the royal family with no cracks. Unconsciously, the dark-haired woman laid a hand over her still-flat belly as the crown prince, no...King, descended, and a small smile fluttered across her face as she saw Athanasia. She had missed her young sister-in-law, and her fierce way in defending all she believed.
And watching the young princess crumble was more then she could bear. Evras had bowed as everyone else when her husband went down on one knee, but as they straightened up again, her look turned worried as she studied Athanasia's features.
Soft-hearted as she was, Evras moved forward to greet Athanasia as they followed Vangelis's pathway with his brothers down, and was quick to reach out to the girl's hands, giving them a tight squeeze. Briefly, Evras glanced over at Imeeya, but having never had great relations with those in the Drakos family, Evras only managed a tight smile, before her attention turned right back to Athanasia as she drew her young sister-by-marriage to her side, speaking in what she hoped was a comforting tone. "We'll speak once we return home, Asia. But for now, you're a Kotas." The name itself brought with it a wealth of meaning,but Athanasia would understand it. All of the siblings were brought up with the same values afterall - strength, determination and independence.
Turning to the Taengeans who had come with, Evras managed a polite and gentle smile as greeting to them, before turning as Vangelis addressed her. Quietly, the dark-haired princess nodded, before turning to the obviously out-of-place Taengeans, thankful she had thought of bringing the larger carriage and an extra, a carriage that had been for Imeeya should the lady wish to return home with no stops. For now though, it appeared Lady Imeeya would have to travel with them to the Kotas manor first, before other arrangements could be made. There had been no news of visiting royalties... but they will make do. "Roxana, please take a horse and return swiftly home to ensure enough rooms are prepared for our guests, and hot baths drawn for all of them, and the princess as well." Evras murmured once she had gestured for her handmaiden to step forward.
That done, she turned back to the Taengeans and offered another gentle smile, her blue-green eyes welcoming as she gestured for them to follow her. "You will be comfortable in our carriage that will bring you to the manor, my lords and ladies." Her eyes sparkled at the newborn the Lady Selene carried, and offered a warm smile to the blonde Leventi. She had only briefly met her the last time she was around, and times had been rife then, but Evras looked infinitely better this time as she led them to the carriage, ensured they were all properly ensconced before bringing Athanasia and Imeeya to the carriage that would carry them and the Queen to return to the manor.
There was much to be done and discussed, but none suited for the public eye afterall.
Roxana returned the look with one of calm assurance, the moment of communication effective even if a word wasn't spoken. In these circumstances, she would certainly not leave Evras' side. There were far too many people about, such an important happening, and she might have a request at any moment. Her hazel eyes conveyed that she would be within softspoken earshot at all times.
She scanned the scene and the crowd was low and murmuring. Suddenly, she caught sight of Timaeus and it was all sh could do not to rush toward him in eager greeting. She would have to simply try to catch his eye and stick to her duties. This included curtsies to all the royal beings around her and she gave them in efficient and polite succession, her training not lost on her in the tragic light.
Her attention was soon seized by the younger princess' grief and she stayed close in case something was asked of her to help the young woman. It would break any heart to see the strong reaction of sorrow from such an innocent looking being and Roxana was softer than a cloud, her expression breaking from stoic to compassionate.
"Roxana, please take a horse and return swiftly home to ensure enough rooms are prepared for our guests, and hot baths drawn for all of them, and the princess as well."
After preparing her hair and clothes and looking forward to such an event, to see the new king presented to his people, Roxana was suddenly dismissed. She wasn't exactly sure what she expected out here but she thought there would be more socialization. Her chest felt hollow for a moment and disappointment washed over her and stole her first reply away. Thankfully, it did because it might have come out as an objection. With a last look over at her cousin, she curtsied again, "Of course, your highness." The pause was hopefully not too noticeable or at the very least, explained away by the sad circumstances.
She reluctantly, though her speed would never be the tell of it, turned to seek out a horse. Finding one of the royal escorts, she explained why they would have to walk back. He didn't argue and she mounted the horse he gave her. Turning it to face away from the people and toward where she had come, she urged it into a fast walk until they were out of the way of people before giving the horse his head. They galloped to the manor and Roxana got over her bitterness on the ride.
She was given a chance to show Evras how thoughtful a maid she could be and it would not be a let down. Each room would not simply be prepared with clean bedding and a bath but she worked fast with the kitchen to make sure they had ripe figs, bread and oil, and wine to stave off hunger until a real meal was prepared for them. She pulled aside one of the grounds keepers and requested flowers in each room and fetched perfumed oils for the baths. She requested the same food for Evras as well, as the princess directly under her responsibility still seemed pale and tired and Roxana made sure she would also have something to eat when she came home.
It wouldn't be long before they arrived so Roxana worked fast and recruited several of the other maids to help her. Silks and other decorations were hung in each room as a special touch. Her hair, so carefully pinned up was frizzy after rushing around so but the work would be completed or mostly completed before the arrival of their guests and residents.
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Roxana returned the look with one of calm assurance, the moment of communication effective even if a word wasn't spoken. In these circumstances, she would certainly not leave Evras' side. There were far too many people about, such an important happening, and she might have a request at any moment. Her hazel eyes conveyed that she would be within softspoken earshot at all times.
She scanned the scene and the crowd was low and murmuring. Suddenly, she caught sight of Timaeus and it was all sh could do not to rush toward him in eager greeting. She would have to simply try to catch his eye and stick to her duties. This included curtsies to all the royal beings around her and she gave them in efficient and polite succession, her training not lost on her in the tragic light.
Her attention was soon seized by the younger princess' grief and she stayed close in case something was asked of her to help the young woman. It would break any heart to see the strong reaction of sorrow from such an innocent looking being and Roxana was softer than a cloud, her expression breaking from stoic to compassionate.
"Roxana, please take a horse and return swiftly home to ensure enough rooms are prepared for our guests, and hot baths drawn for all of them, and the princess as well."
After preparing her hair and clothes and looking forward to such an event, to see the new king presented to his people, Roxana was suddenly dismissed. She wasn't exactly sure what she expected out here but she thought there would be more socialization. Her chest felt hollow for a moment and disappointment washed over her and stole her first reply away. Thankfully, it did because it might have come out as an objection. With a last look over at her cousin, she curtsied again, "Of course, your highness." The pause was hopefully not too noticeable or at the very least, explained away by the sad circumstances.
She reluctantly, though her speed would never be the tell of it, turned to seek out a horse. Finding one of the royal escorts, she explained why they would have to walk back. He didn't argue and she mounted the horse he gave her. Turning it to face away from the people and toward where she had come, she urged it into a fast walk until they were out of the way of people before giving the horse his head. They galloped to the manor and Roxana got over her bitterness on the ride.
She was given a chance to show Evras how thoughtful a maid she could be and it would not be a let down. Each room would not simply be prepared with clean bedding and a bath but she worked fast with the kitchen to make sure they had ripe figs, bread and oil, and wine to stave off hunger until a real meal was prepared for them. She pulled aside one of the grounds keepers and requested flowers in each room and fetched perfumed oils for the baths. She requested the same food for Evras as well, as the princess directly under her responsibility still seemed pale and tired and Roxana made sure she would also have something to eat when she came home.
It wouldn't be long before they arrived so Roxana worked fast and recruited several of the other maids to help her. Silks and other decorations were hung in each room as a special touch. Her hair, so carefully pinned up was frizzy after rushing around so but the work would be completed or mostly completed before the arrival of their guests and residents.
Roxana returned the look with one of calm assurance, the moment of communication effective even if a word wasn't spoken. In these circumstances, she would certainly not leave Evras' side. There were far too many people about, such an important happening, and she might have a request at any moment. Her hazel eyes conveyed that she would be within softspoken earshot at all times.
She scanned the scene and the crowd was low and murmuring. Suddenly, she caught sight of Timaeus and it was all sh could do not to rush toward him in eager greeting. She would have to simply try to catch his eye and stick to her duties. This included curtsies to all the royal beings around her and she gave them in efficient and polite succession, her training not lost on her in the tragic light.
Her attention was soon seized by the younger princess' grief and she stayed close in case something was asked of her to help the young woman. It would break any heart to see the strong reaction of sorrow from such an innocent looking being and Roxana was softer than a cloud, her expression breaking from stoic to compassionate.
"Roxana, please take a horse and return swiftly home to ensure enough rooms are prepared for our guests, and hot baths drawn for all of them, and the princess as well."
After preparing her hair and clothes and looking forward to such an event, to see the new king presented to his people, Roxana was suddenly dismissed. She wasn't exactly sure what she expected out here but she thought there would be more socialization. Her chest felt hollow for a moment and disappointment washed over her and stole her first reply away. Thankfully, it did because it might have come out as an objection. With a last look over at her cousin, she curtsied again, "Of course, your highness." The pause was hopefully not too noticeable or at the very least, explained away by the sad circumstances.
She reluctantly, though her speed would never be the tell of it, turned to seek out a horse. Finding one of the royal escorts, she explained why they would have to walk back. He didn't argue and she mounted the horse he gave her. Turning it to face away from the people and toward where she had come, she urged it into a fast walk until they were out of the way of people before giving the horse his head. They galloped to the manor and Roxana got over her bitterness on the ride.
She was given a chance to show Evras how thoughtful a maid she could be and it would not be a let down. Each room would not simply be prepared with clean bedding and a bath but she worked fast with the kitchen to make sure they had ripe figs, bread and oil, and wine to stave off hunger until a real meal was prepared for them. She pulled aside one of the grounds keepers and requested flowers in each room and fetched perfumed oils for the baths. She requested the same food for Evras as well, as the princess directly under her responsibility still seemed pale and tired and Roxana made sure she would also have something to eat when she came home.
It wouldn't be long before they arrived so Roxana worked fast and recruited several of the other maids to help her. Silks and other decorations were hung in each room as a special touch. Her hair, so carefully pinned up was frizzy after rushing around so but the work would be completed or mostly completed before the arrival of their guests and residents.
Silanos watched the arrival of his brother, looked on as Timaeus made his way to the front of the crowd, to await the Crown Prince and the unsuspecting King. His elder sibling had been practically glued to Zanon’s side since they had left the Thanasi ruled province and its tragic discovery behind them. And whilst Sil would usually only be glad to have Tim busy and away from the house - his prison, as it stood - there was still much unresolved between them. And with Vangelis’ return, Silanos felt a growing need to at least have his brother on side, in case that call to account finally arrived.
But all of that seemed so petty and stupid as the younger Valaoritis looked upon the man he had wronged. Prince Zanon had carried the weight of his own grief, and now he had to bear this news to his brother. Silanos had never imagined he would be moved to feel sympathy towards the man, not when he still saw the face of that slave as he died in a pool of his own blood. But he did, and it coiled a snake in his gut. Silanos watched the Kotas family, until Daxos’ words called his attention, and the lord turned to the soldier, a surprised expression on his face at the offer.
“Don’t mind if i do” he answered quickly, accepting the water skin and taking a pull before he handed it back and looked at the man curiously. It was not as if the guard was particularly enamoured with Silanos, and nor could the lord claim to be in return. They’d had words more than once, and Sil’s ribs still reminded him every so often of that unfortunate episode with the window. He hadn’t been as deliberately antagonistic with the man since, but still. “Thanks” he muttered, not looking at the guard but instead lifting his gaze to the ship that was pulling in to the docks.
There was an expectant silence in those that gathered to witness the new King’s return, and Silanos hated it. Hated it for the princes who had to stand solemn and grim faced,, knowing that eyes were upon them. Hated it for Vangelis, about to be blindsided. But he watched with weary eyes as the scene played out before him, and when Prince Zanon dropped to one knee before his brother, Silanon joined the rest of those gathered in doing the same, though his gaze drifted to where the Princess Asia stood behind her brother. Another mistake, but one that had remained between Asia and himself at least. He would need to speak to her at some point. But it was no concern for now.
From there he saw Vangelis take the crown, not envying the man one little bit. Of course, the Stone Prince did not crack, and after speaking some words to his siblings, the new King strode through the crowd and to the waiting chariots. Silanos was glad then of his position at the back, and when he stood he felt some relief that the whole spectacle was done with. No doubt Timaeus would be swept along with the Kotas family once more, so Silanos turned to leave, speaking over his shoulder to his shadow.
“Lets get out of here. Maybe get a proper drink”.
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Silanos watched the arrival of his brother, looked on as Timaeus made his way to the front of the crowd, to await the Crown Prince and the unsuspecting King. His elder sibling had been practically glued to Zanon’s side since they had left the Thanasi ruled province and its tragic discovery behind them. And whilst Sil would usually only be glad to have Tim busy and away from the house - his prison, as it stood - there was still much unresolved between them. And with Vangelis’ return, Silanos felt a growing need to at least have his brother on side, in case that call to account finally arrived.
But all of that seemed so petty and stupid as the younger Valaoritis looked upon the man he had wronged. Prince Zanon had carried the weight of his own grief, and now he had to bear this news to his brother. Silanos had never imagined he would be moved to feel sympathy towards the man, not when he still saw the face of that slave as he died in a pool of his own blood. But he did, and it coiled a snake in his gut. Silanos watched the Kotas family, until Daxos’ words called his attention, and the lord turned to the soldier, a surprised expression on his face at the offer.
“Don’t mind if i do” he answered quickly, accepting the water skin and taking a pull before he handed it back and looked at the man curiously. It was not as if the guard was particularly enamoured with Silanos, and nor could the lord claim to be in return. They’d had words more than once, and Sil’s ribs still reminded him every so often of that unfortunate episode with the window. He hadn’t been as deliberately antagonistic with the man since, but still. “Thanks” he muttered, not looking at the guard but instead lifting his gaze to the ship that was pulling in to the docks.
There was an expectant silence in those that gathered to witness the new King’s return, and Silanos hated it. Hated it for the princes who had to stand solemn and grim faced,, knowing that eyes were upon them. Hated it for Vangelis, about to be blindsided. But he watched with weary eyes as the scene played out before him, and when Prince Zanon dropped to one knee before his brother, Silanon joined the rest of those gathered in doing the same, though his gaze drifted to where the Princess Asia stood behind her brother. Another mistake, but one that had remained between Asia and himself at least. He would need to speak to her at some point. But it was no concern for now.
From there he saw Vangelis take the crown, not envying the man one little bit. Of course, the Stone Prince did not crack, and after speaking some words to his siblings, the new King strode through the crowd and to the waiting chariots. Silanos was glad then of his position at the back, and when he stood he felt some relief that the whole spectacle was done with. No doubt Timaeus would be swept along with the Kotas family once more, so Silanos turned to leave, speaking over his shoulder to his shadow.
“Lets get out of here. Maybe get a proper drink”.
Silanos watched the arrival of his brother, looked on as Timaeus made his way to the front of the crowd, to await the Crown Prince and the unsuspecting King. His elder sibling had been practically glued to Zanon’s side since they had left the Thanasi ruled province and its tragic discovery behind them. And whilst Sil would usually only be glad to have Tim busy and away from the house - his prison, as it stood - there was still much unresolved between them. And with Vangelis’ return, Silanos felt a growing need to at least have his brother on side, in case that call to account finally arrived.
But all of that seemed so petty and stupid as the younger Valaoritis looked upon the man he had wronged. Prince Zanon had carried the weight of his own grief, and now he had to bear this news to his brother. Silanos had never imagined he would be moved to feel sympathy towards the man, not when he still saw the face of that slave as he died in a pool of his own blood. But he did, and it coiled a snake in his gut. Silanos watched the Kotas family, until Daxos’ words called his attention, and the lord turned to the soldier, a surprised expression on his face at the offer.
“Don’t mind if i do” he answered quickly, accepting the water skin and taking a pull before he handed it back and looked at the man curiously. It was not as if the guard was particularly enamoured with Silanos, and nor could the lord claim to be in return. They’d had words more than once, and Sil’s ribs still reminded him every so often of that unfortunate episode with the window. He hadn’t been as deliberately antagonistic with the man since, but still. “Thanks” he muttered, not looking at the guard but instead lifting his gaze to the ship that was pulling in to the docks.
There was an expectant silence in those that gathered to witness the new King’s return, and Silanos hated it. Hated it for the princes who had to stand solemn and grim faced,, knowing that eyes were upon them. Hated it for Vangelis, about to be blindsided. But he watched with weary eyes as the scene played out before him, and when Prince Zanon dropped to one knee before his brother, Silanon joined the rest of those gathered in doing the same, though his gaze drifted to where the Princess Asia stood behind her brother. Another mistake, but one that had remained between Asia and himself at least. He would need to speak to her at some point. But it was no concern for now.
From there he saw Vangelis take the crown, not envying the man one little bit. Of course, the Stone Prince did not crack, and after speaking some words to his siblings, the new King strode through the crowd and to the waiting chariots. Silanos was glad then of his position at the back, and when he stood he felt some relief that the whole spectacle was done with. No doubt Timaeus would be swept along with the Kotas family once more, so Silanos turned to leave, speaking over his shoulder to his shadow.
“Lets get out of here. Maybe get a proper drink”.
Athanasia noticed the way Vangelis looked at her right before Lady Selene stepped in front of her and hid her from everyone's view. She knew that he must be disappointed that she had lost momentary control of her emotions. The princess had been trained to hide her feelings and present a facade of graciousness in public, but she had never faced a situation like this before. Her father was dead! All of the things she wanted to tell him, the apologies she wanted to make for her behavior, would never be said. He would never know how much she appreciated his care and concern for her, even though she rarely showed it.
She nodded at Lady Selene's words, but tears still burned behind her eyes and she felt like she might throw up. Yes, she must be strong, for her brother and for Colchis, no matter that she felt her heart shattering into a billion tiny pieces. Athanasia had great respect for Selene and considered her a friend. Her hand was warm and comforting around her own and she smiled wanly as the other woman wiped the tear from her cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered gratefully before sinking to one knee like everyone else. As she rose, she blinked back her tears and took a deep breath to calm herself. She still felt nauseous but at least she was able to regain her composure.
Vangelis looked as stoic as always. She listened as she spoke and when he addressed her, she nodded again. A task was just what she needed now, to keep her mind from the loss they had all suffered. Why could she not be as composed as her brothers? Even Silas was able to keep his emotions in check. Yet he had already known that the King had passed away. How long had it been since his demise, she wondered as she followed the group through the path made by the parting of the crowd.
Her sister-in-law stepped forward and grasped her hands. She had been slow to accept Evras into the family when she had married Zanon, but now she felt a kinship with the raven-haired woman and didn't believe for a minute the rumors that she and her sisters were witches. Evras had always been sweet and kind to her, just as she was now. Athanasia squeezed her hands in return. “Yes, I would like that,” she said to Evras' offer of a meeting later. “I'm trying to be strong, I really am, but it's difficult. This is not what any of us expected to come home to.”
Evras took control and the princess stood beside her as she welcomed their Taengean guests. There was nothing much she could do now but when they arrived home, she could check in on them and make sure that they had everything they needed, as well as following whatever instructions Evras gave her. She was usually so confident and sure of herself, but she didn't know if she would have been able to organize everything as well as her sister-in-law. She felt so young and inexperienced now.
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Athanasia noticed the way Vangelis looked at her right before Lady Selene stepped in front of her and hid her from everyone's view. She knew that he must be disappointed that she had lost momentary control of her emotions. The princess had been trained to hide her feelings and present a facade of graciousness in public, but she had never faced a situation like this before. Her father was dead! All of the things she wanted to tell him, the apologies she wanted to make for her behavior, would never be said. He would never know how much she appreciated his care and concern for her, even though she rarely showed it.
She nodded at Lady Selene's words, but tears still burned behind her eyes and she felt like she might throw up. Yes, she must be strong, for her brother and for Colchis, no matter that she felt her heart shattering into a billion tiny pieces. Athanasia had great respect for Selene and considered her a friend. Her hand was warm and comforting around her own and she smiled wanly as the other woman wiped the tear from her cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered gratefully before sinking to one knee like everyone else. As she rose, she blinked back her tears and took a deep breath to calm herself. She still felt nauseous but at least she was able to regain her composure.
Vangelis looked as stoic as always. She listened as she spoke and when he addressed her, she nodded again. A task was just what she needed now, to keep her mind from the loss they had all suffered. Why could she not be as composed as her brothers? Even Silas was able to keep his emotions in check. Yet he had already known that the King had passed away. How long had it been since his demise, she wondered as she followed the group through the path made by the parting of the crowd.
Her sister-in-law stepped forward and grasped her hands. She had been slow to accept Evras into the family when she had married Zanon, but now she felt a kinship with the raven-haired woman and didn't believe for a minute the rumors that she and her sisters were witches. Evras had always been sweet and kind to her, just as she was now. Athanasia squeezed her hands in return. “Yes, I would like that,” she said to Evras' offer of a meeting later. “I'm trying to be strong, I really am, but it's difficult. This is not what any of us expected to come home to.”
Evras took control and the princess stood beside her as she welcomed their Taengean guests. There was nothing much she could do now but when they arrived home, she could check in on them and make sure that they had everything they needed, as well as following whatever instructions Evras gave her. She was usually so confident and sure of herself, but she didn't know if she would have been able to organize everything as well as her sister-in-law. She felt so young and inexperienced now.
Athanasia noticed the way Vangelis looked at her right before Lady Selene stepped in front of her and hid her from everyone's view. She knew that he must be disappointed that she had lost momentary control of her emotions. The princess had been trained to hide her feelings and present a facade of graciousness in public, but she had never faced a situation like this before. Her father was dead! All of the things she wanted to tell him, the apologies she wanted to make for her behavior, would never be said. He would never know how much she appreciated his care and concern for her, even though she rarely showed it.
She nodded at Lady Selene's words, but tears still burned behind her eyes and she felt like she might throw up. Yes, she must be strong, for her brother and for Colchis, no matter that she felt her heart shattering into a billion tiny pieces. Athanasia had great respect for Selene and considered her a friend. Her hand was warm and comforting around her own and she smiled wanly as the other woman wiped the tear from her cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered gratefully before sinking to one knee like everyone else. As she rose, she blinked back her tears and took a deep breath to calm herself. She still felt nauseous but at least she was able to regain her composure.
Vangelis looked as stoic as always. She listened as she spoke and when he addressed her, she nodded again. A task was just what she needed now, to keep her mind from the loss they had all suffered. Why could she not be as composed as her brothers? Even Silas was able to keep his emotions in check. Yet he had already known that the King had passed away. How long had it been since his demise, she wondered as she followed the group through the path made by the parting of the crowd.
Her sister-in-law stepped forward and grasped her hands. She had been slow to accept Evras into the family when she had married Zanon, but now she felt a kinship with the raven-haired woman and didn't believe for a minute the rumors that she and her sisters were witches. Evras had always been sweet and kind to her, just as she was now. Athanasia squeezed her hands in return. “Yes, I would like that,” she said to Evras' offer of a meeting later. “I'm trying to be strong, I really am, but it's difficult. This is not what any of us expected to come home to.”
Evras took control and the princess stood beside her as she welcomed their Taengean guests. There was nothing much she could do now but when they arrived home, she could check in on them and make sure that they had everything they needed, as well as following whatever instructions Evras gave her. She was usually so confident and sure of herself, but she didn't know if she would have been able to organize everything as well as her sister-in-law. She felt so young and inexperienced now.
Daxos watched the procession intently. A new king, a new order, a new way. These thoughts ran through his mind. He'd heard of the Stone Prince before, now he was the Stone King. The tension and sadness was in the air. It wasn't long since the former king's ship was found at sea. It weighed heavily on everyone's mind. Daxos didn't truly care who was the king of Colchis, as long as they did what was best for their nation, he would follow them without fault.
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Daxos' eyes had wandered over to the beautiful royal ladies. He felt a tension growing in his pants and sighed to himself. I need to visit a brothel soon before I go crazy. He hadn't had much time since his new posting with the young lord. Although things have calmed down significantly since the incident with the window, he hadn't had much time off. He was beginning to miss the comforts of a woman. Most of all though, he missed his daughter.
He took the waterskin back from Silanos after he had taken a swig. He looked at the younger Valatoris and back to his older brother. It was always a shook to see how different the two were. Timaeus was always standing strong and proud, but Silanos always hunched over and seemed always on the verge of losing his mind. Daxos knew of his issues with sleep, Daxos once had them too after his first kill, but he didn't understand why these issues persisted.
He nodded towards Silanos, "Understood my lord. Let us drink." He knew he shouldn't allow Silanos to drink, Timaeus had forbidden his brother from getting any, but to be honest, Daxos didn't care about that particular rule. Depriving a man of alcohol when there is so much present would aggravate any man, and Daxos found that Silanos was a bit easier to deal with once he had his fill. Anything to make this hellish posting easier is good for him. He followed behind the man-child like a shadow.
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Daxos watched the procession intently. A new king, a new order, a new way. These thoughts ran through his mind. He'd heard of the Stone Prince before, now he was the Stone King. The tension and sadness was in the air. It wasn't long since the former king's ship was found at sea. It weighed heavily on everyone's mind. Daxos didn't truly care who was the king of Colchis, as long as they did what was best for their nation, he would follow them without fault.
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Daxos' eyes had wandered over to the beautiful royal ladies. He felt a tension growing in his pants and sighed to himself. I need to visit a brothel soon before I go crazy. He hadn't had much time since his new posting with the young lord. Although things have calmed down significantly since the incident with the window, he hadn't had much time off. He was beginning to miss the comforts of a woman. Most of all though, he missed his daughter.
He took the waterskin back from Silanos after he had taken a swig. He looked at the younger Valatoris and back to his older brother. It was always a shook to see how different the two were. Timaeus was always standing strong and proud, but Silanos always hunched over and seemed always on the verge of losing his mind. Daxos knew of his issues with sleep, Daxos once had them too after his first kill, but he didn't understand why these issues persisted.
He nodded towards Silanos, "Understood my lord. Let us drink." He knew he shouldn't allow Silanos to drink, Timaeus had forbidden his brother from getting any, but to be honest, Daxos didn't care about that particular rule. Depriving a man of alcohol when there is so much present would aggravate any man, and Daxos found that Silanos was a bit easier to deal with once he had his fill. Anything to make this hellish posting easier is good for him. He followed behind the man-child like a shadow.
Daxos watched the procession intently. A new king, a new order, a new way. These thoughts ran through his mind. He'd heard of the Stone Prince before, now he was the Stone King. The tension and sadness was in the air. It wasn't long since the former king's ship was found at sea. It weighed heavily on everyone's mind. Daxos didn't truly care who was the king of Colchis, as long as they did what was best for their nation, he would follow them without fault.
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Daxos' eyes had wandered over to the beautiful royal ladies. He felt a tension growing in his pants and sighed to himself. I need to visit a brothel soon before I go crazy. He hadn't had much time since his new posting with the young lord. Although things have calmed down significantly since the incident with the window, he hadn't had much time off. He was beginning to miss the comforts of a woman. Most of all though, he missed his daughter.
He took the waterskin back from Silanos after he had taken a swig. He looked at the younger Valatoris and back to his older brother. It was always a shook to see how different the two were. Timaeus was always standing strong and proud, but Silanos always hunched over and seemed always on the verge of losing his mind. Daxos knew of his issues with sleep, Daxos once had them too after his first kill, but he didn't understand why these issues persisted.
He nodded towards Silanos, "Understood my lord. Let us drink." He knew he shouldn't allow Silanos to drink, Timaeus had forbidden his brother from getting any, but to be honest, Daxos didn't care about that particular rule. Depriving a man of alcohol when there is so much present would aggravate any man, and Daxos found that Silanos was a bit easier to deal with once he had his fill. Anything to make this hellish posting easier is good for him. He followed behind the man-child like a shadow.
With the baby in Selene’s care, Stephanos had helped Olympia up the stairs of the ship and hung back, watching in numb silence as his friend not only learned of his father’s death, but immediately had a crown placed on his head. He felt an evil jealousy writhe in his chest. This should have been how it was for him. Simple. He knew too well what kind of sick dread pitted itself in Vangelis’s stomach. He knew the brutal pain and abrupt loss of a parent.
What he didn’t know was what a smooth transition from prince to king felt like. He hated himself intensely in that instant, because he knew all of what he felt was justified and selfish, all rolled into one. His grip on Pia tightened and he waited to get the two of them down the gangway and off the ship until all eyes were on Vangelis. No one would notice two bedraggled, unremarkable people disembarking. Not with Selene looking brilliant and holding an infant, not with Athanasia returning, not with Imeeya, familiar to everyone.
He and his wife were strangers. No one would stop them and they could slip off to the Kotas manor, which he could easily see from here. One of the ship’s guards had been tasked with leading them there, with one of Vangelis’s own rings as proof of their permission to enter the manor. From there, they would wait for Selene to bring them the princess and wait for Vangelis to tell them what to do.
Stephanos did not see that happening in any immediate capacity. The new king would have a lot to deal with and he assumed that Pia and himself would be far, far down on the list of important things in Vangelis’s mind. That was how it should be - not that Stephanos liked it, but he understood it.
“This way,” he said flatly to his wife and tugged her through the crowd, away from the dock and melting into the crowd. He did not know that another daughter of his was close by and didn’t know to look for her either.
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With the baby in Selene’s care, Stephanos had helped Olympia up the stairs of the ship and hung back, watching in numb silence as his friend not only learned of his father’s death, but immediately had a crown placed on his head. He felt an evil jealousy writhe in his chest. This should have been how it was for him. Simple. He knew too well what kind of sick dread pitted itself in Vangelis’s stomach. He knew the brutal pain and abrupt loss of a parent.
What he didn’t know was what a smooth transition from prince to king felt like. He hated himself intensely in that instant, because he knew all of what he felt was justified and selfish, all rolled into one. His grip on Pia tightened and he waited to get the two of them down the gangway and off the ship until all eyes were on Vangelis. No one would notice two bedraggled, unremarkable people disembarking. Not with Selene looking brilliant and holding an infant, not with Athanasia returning, not with Imeeya, familiar to everyone.
He and his wife were strangers. No one would stop them and they could slip off to the Kotas manor, which he could easily see from here. One of the ship’s guards had been tasked with leading them there, with one of Vangelis’s own rings as proof of their permission to enter the manor. From there, they would wait for Selene to bring them the princess and wait for Vangelis to tell them what to do.
Stephanos did not see that happening in any immediate capacity. The new king would have a lot to deal with and he assumed that Pia and himself would be far, far down on the list of important things in Vangelis’s mind. That was how it should be - not that Stephanos liked it, but he understood it.
“This way,” he said flatly to his wife and tugged her through the crowd, away from the dock and melting into the crowd. He did not know that another daughter of his was close by and didn’t know to look for her either.
With the baby in Selene’s care, Stephanos had helped Olympia up the stairs of the ship and hung back, watching in numb silence as his friend not only learned of his father’s death, but immediately had a crown placed on his head. He felt an evil jealousy writhe in his chest. This should have been how it was for him. Simple. He knew too well what kind of sick dread pitted itself in Vangelis’s stomach. He knew the brutal pain and abrupt loss of a parent.
What he didn’t know was what a smooth transition from prince to king felt like. He hated himself intensely in that instant, because he knew all of what he felt was justified and selfish, all rolled into one. His grip on Pia tightened and he waited to get the two of them down the gangway and off the ship until all eyes were on Vangelis. No one would notice two bedraggled, unremarkable people disembarking. Not with Selene looking brilliant and holding an infant, not with Athanasia returning, not with Imeeya, familiar to everyone.
He and his wife were strangers. No one would stop them and they could slip off to the Kotas manor, which he could easily see from here. One of the ship’s guards had been tasked with leading them there, with one of Vangelis’s own rings as proof of their permission to enter the manor. From there, they would wait for Selene to bring them the princess and wait for Vangelis to tell them what to do.
Stephanos did not see that happening in any immediate capacity. The new king would have a lot to deal with and he assumed that Pia and himself would be far, far down on the list of important things in Vangelis’s mind. That was how it should be - not that Stephanos liked it, but he understood it.
“This way,” he said flatly to his wife and tugged her through the crowd, away from the dock and melting into the crowd. He did not know that another daughter of his was close by and didn’t know to look for her either.
Leto smiled slightly at Maleos as he indicated the gods willing them to meet again. It was true that, for a man who was in Midas for such a short amount of time, they had crossed paths ever so frequently in these few short weeks. Smiling, she replied, "It would seem so. I appreciate their meddling."
Her eyes flicked back to the ship that approached, watching the flurry of action on the docks as the hands helped catch lines and secure the vessel. From where she stood, it was nearly impossible to make out faces or figures on the ship, but she shifted in anticipation, scanning constantly for her brother.
"Magnus should be aboard," she noted, explaining her anticipation to her companion briefly, and gesturing to the second mount whose reins were in her hands.
Shortly after the gangplank had been attached, Leto followed suit with all of the surrounding crowd, curtseying deeply to her new monarch, King Vangelis of Colchis. There was a slight pity in her heart as she realized the way in which he discovered his new title, though the composure the man bore seemed to continue to align with his former title - the Stone Prince.
As they disembarked, she noted the others in their entourage, but noticed the distinct lack of the tall, lanky figure of her brother descending from the ship. Her sharp eyes shot around to the deck of the ship and below.
He was not there.
Leto swallowed anxiously, biting at her lip a moment in confusion and concern. Magnus was the Master Informer, his duty was to remain at the Crown Prince's side. And yet, once all persons of importance had stepped down from the ship and were replaced with belongings and crates and trunks, Leto felt a deep concern.
The worst part of it was that now was not the time or place to ask anyone aboard where her brother could be. Was he retained in Taengea? If so, for what purpose? Or...
No, she would not think of the alternatives.
"He's...not here," she said, with a cool finality, an attempt to cover her disappointment and worry in front of Maleos. Concerns of ships and the will of Poseidon plagued her, and the worry in her heart seemed to affect the mounts that stood with her, as one jostled his bridle and reins with a jingle of metal.
"I am certain he has his reasons," she noted, trying to convince herself of such, and took a breath. The crowds began to dissipate as the royals entered their carriages to start the journey to the Upper Levels.
"It was good to see you again, Captain. If the gods will it, I will be glad for them to cross our paths again." With a slight curtsey and a soft, sad smile, she moved to mount Eteon, thankful briefly that in facing the barrel chest of the horse, she could let her expression fall and be hidden.
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Leto smiled slightly at Maleos as he indicated the gods willing them to meet again. It was true that, for a man who was in Midas for such a short amount of time, they had crossed paths ever so frequently in these few short weeks. Smiling, she replied, "It would seem so. I appreciate their meddling."
Her eyes flicked back to the ship that approached, watching the flurry of action on the docks as the hands helped catch lines and secure the vessel. From where she stood, it was nearly impossible to make out faces or figures on the ship, but she shifted in anticipation, scanning constantly for her brother.
"Magnus should be aboard," she noted, explaining her anticipation to her companion briefly, and gesturing to the second mount whose reins were in her hands.
Shortly after the gangplank had been attached, Leto followed suit with all of the surrounding crowd, curtseying deeply to her new monarch, King Vangelis of Colchis. There was a slight pity in her heart as she realized the way in which he discovered his new title, though the composure the man bore seemed to continue to align with his former title - the Stone Prince.
As they disembarked, she noted the others in their entourage, but noticed the distinct lack of the tall, lanky figure of her brother descending from the ship. Her sharp eyes shot around to the deck of the ship and below.
He was not there.
Leto swallowed anxiously, biting at her lip a moment in confusion and concern. Magnus was the Master Informer, his duty was to remain at the Crown Prince's side. And yet, once all persons of importance had stepped down from the ship and were replaced with belongings and crates and trunks, Leto felt a deep concern.
The worst part of it was that now was not the time or place to ask anyone aboard where her brother could be. Was he retained in Taengea? If so, for what purpose? Or...
No, she would not think of the alternatives.
"He's...not here," she said, with a cool finality, an attempt to cover her disappointment and worry in front of Maleos. Concerns of ships and the will of Poseidon plagued her, and the worry in her heart seemed to affect the mounts that stood with her, as one jostled his bridle and reins with a jingle of metal.
"I am certain he has his reasons," she noted, trying to convince herself of such, and took a breath. The crowds began to dissipate as the royals entered their carriages to start the journey to the Upper Levels.
"It was good to see you again, Captain. If the gods will it, I will be glad for them to cross our paths again." With a slight curtsey and a soft, sad smile, she moved to mount Eteon, thankful briefly that in facing the barrel chest of the horse, she could let her expression fall and be hidden.
Leto smiled slightly at Maleos as he indicated the gods willing them to meet again. It was true that, for a man who was in Midas for such a short amount of time, they had crossed paths ever so frequently in these few short weeks. Smiling, she replied, "It would seem so. I appreciate their meddling."
Her eyes flicked back to the ship that approached, watching the flurry of action on the docks as the hands helped catch lines and secure the vessel. From where she stood, it was nearly impossible to make out faces or figures on the ship, but she shifted in anticipation, scanning constantly for her brother.
"Magnus should be aboard," she noted, explaining her anticipation to her companion briefly, and gesturing to the second mount whose reins were in her hands.
Shortly after the gangplank had been attached, Leto followed suit with all of the surrounding crowd, curtseying deeply to her new monarch, King Vangelis of Colchis. There was a slight pity in her heart as she realized the way in which he discovered his new title, though the composure the man bore seemed to continue to align with his former title - the Stone Prince.
As they disembarked, she noted the others in their entourage, but noticed the distinct lack of the tall, lanky figure of her brother descending from the ship. Her sharp eyes shot around to the deck of the ship and below.
He was not there.
Leto swallowed anxiously, biting at her lip a moment in confusion and concern. Magnus was the Master Informer, his duty was to remain at the Crown Prince's side. And yet, once all persons of importance had stepped down from the ship and were replaced with belongings and crates and trunks, Leto felt a deep concern.
The worst part of it was that now was not the time or place to ask anyone aboard where her brother could be. Was he retained in Taengea? If so, for what purpose? Or...
No, she would not think of the alternatives.
"He's...not here," she said, with a cool finality, an attempt to cover her disappointment and worry in front of Maleos. Concerns of ships and the will of Poseidon plagued her, and the worry in her heart seemed to affect the mounts that stood with her, as one jostled his bridle and reins with a jingle of metal.
"I am certain he has his reasons," she noted, trying to convince herself of such, and took a breath. The crowds began to dissipate as the royals entered their carriages to start the journey to the Upper Levels.
"It was good to see you again, Captain. If the gods will it, I will be glad for them to cross our paths again." With a slight curtsey and a soft, sad smile, she moved to mount Eteon, thankful briefly that in facing the barrel chest of the horse, she could let her expression fall and be hidden.
Maleos wanted to comment further, but he tripped over the words in his own head, and before he was able to find his voice, she was commenting that her brother should be on board the vessel. He simply nodded a little, his own eyes watching as the ship’s passengers began to file off. He bowed deeply in respect for their new ruler, though things had not gone the way anyone had hoped, there was no changing it now. He would serve Colchis as loyally as he ever had, no matter who sat on the throne.
His attentions turned back to Leto, she seemed anxious, and it only just hit Maleos that he had not seen her brother among those who left the ship. He guessed that would be the reason for her sudden change in attitude. He understood her quick departure once she realized her brother was not returning that day, and he gave her a small bow as she said her goodbye.
“I am sure we will see each other once more.” He agreed, watching as she mounted her horse. He would not try to stop her, he was sure that at the moment she just wished to be on her own, to feel her disappointment that he brother had not returned. He was never that close to his own siblings, so he could not imagine how she felt, but he could take a guess that it was not pleasant.
He let her go before he moved back through the crowds and returned to his own horse, taking its reigns in one hand, he stood with it, waiting for a few moments to make sure that he was not needed for anything before he dated leave. He planned to return to the barracks and his men, they had been getting off a little easier than normal lately with Maleos gone so frequently, and he would not have them getting lazy.
Once he was sure he was not needed for anything, he mounted his own horse, blue-green eyes taking one last look among the crowds that were beginning to thin. Nothing in particular caught his attentions, and so he turned his horse and began to carefully make his way out of the area, keeping the animals pace slow until he was far enough from any people walking that he would not knock anyone over.
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Maleos wanted to comment further, but he tripped over the words in his own head, and before he was able to find his voice, she was commenting that her brother should be on board the vessel. He simply nodded a little, his own eyes watching as the ship’s passengers began to file off. He bowed deeply in respect for their new ruler, though things had not gone the way anyone had hoped, there was no changing it now. He would serve Colchis as loyally as he ever had, no matter who sat on the throne.
His attentions turned back to Leto, she seemed anxious, and it only just hit Maleos that he had not seen her brother among those who left the ship. He guessed that would be the reason for her sudden change in attitude. He understood her quick departure once she realized her brother was not returning that day, and he gave her a small bow as she said her goodbye.
“I am sure we will see each other once more.” He agreed, watching as she mounted her horse. He would not try to stop her, he was sure that at the moment she just wished to be on her own, to feel her disappointment that he brother had not returned. He was never that close to his own siblings, so he could not imagine how she felt, but he could take a guess that it was not pleasant.
He let her go before he moved back through the crowds and returned to his own horse, taking its reigns in one hand, he stood with it, waiting for a few moments to make sure that he was not needed for anything before he dated leave. He planned to return to the barracks and his men, they had been getting off a little easier than normal lately with Maleos gone so frequently, and he would not have them getting lazy.
Once he was sure he was not needed for anything, he mounted his own horse, blue-green eyes taking one last look among the crowds that were beginning to thin. Nothing in particular caught his attentions, and so he turned his horse and began to carefully make his way out of the area, keeping the animals pace slow until he was far enough from any people walking that he would not knock anyone over.
Maleos wanted to comment further, but he tripped over the words in his own head, and before he was able to find his voice, she was commenting that her brother should be on board the vessel. He simply nodded a little, his own eyes watching as the ship’s passengers began to file off. He bowed deeply in respect for their new ruler, though things had not gone the way anyone had hoped, there was no changing it now. He would serve Colchis as loyally as he ever had, no matter who sat on the throne.
His attentions turned back to Leto, she seemed anxious, and it only just hit Maleos that he had not seen her brother among those who left the ship. He guessed that would be the reason for her sudden change in attitude. He understood her quick departure once she realized her brother was not returning that day, and he gave her a small bow as she said her goodbye.
“I am sure we will see each other once more.” He agreed, watching as she mounted her horse. He would not try to stop her, he was sure that at the moment she just wished to be on her own, to feel her disappointment that he brother had not returned. He was never that close to his own siblings, so he could not imagine how she felt, but he could take a guess that it was not pleasant.
He let her go before he moved back through the crowds and returned to his own horse, taking its reigns in one hand, he stood with it, waiting for a few moments to make sure that he was not needed for anything before he dated leave. He planned to return to the barracks and his men, they had been getting off a little easier than normal lately with Maleos gone so frequently, and he would not have them getting lazy.
Once he was sure he was not needed for anything, he mounted his own horse, blue-green eyes taking one last look among the crowds that were beginning to thin. Nothing in particular caught his attentions, and so he turned his horse and began to carefully make his way out of the area, keeping the animals pace slow until he was far enough from any people walking that he would not knock anyone over.