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Exiting the carriage was far more difficult than getting into it. In the midst of the swift trip down to the docks another contraction had hit her full force, and no position had made it any easier to deal with. She’d cried into Stephanos shoulder while Selene had tried to help ease the pain, but perhaps due to the motion of the carriage nothing was working. A sheen of sweat covered her as they finally arrived, and thank the gods the pain had started to subside as she was handed down from the vehicle, unable to stand up straight yet.
The sound of a sharp voice demanding where someone was didn’t frighten her as much as it should, with her sister not reacting in fear this must be someone to trust. Instead Pia leaned heavily into Selene and Stephanos as they made their way at a snails pace toward the ship that was clearly ready to set sail. Fear gathered in her chest and she shook her head in panic at the thought of being trapped on a boat without her midwives. She’d never had a baby, as far as she knew no one on the voyage had ever been present for a birth, and if something went wrong she would have no chance.
They’d made it to the gangplank and though she was balking, Pia knew she had no choice. It was stay and die for sure, or go and possibly live. Once they were aboard it was if Poseidon himself grabbed hold of her abdomen, and she gave a scream of pain and fear. So far she had done her best to stay silent, but now on the boat in this most intense moment of her labor so far it felt impossible to keep it in. Nor could she stay upright without the support of her husband and sister, nearly buckling to her knees until the contraction finally passed.
It was dark below deck when they finally reached it, and she was exhausted as she was helped onto the bed, gripping tightly at Stephanos' hand as she searched for her sister's gaze. ”I can’t, Lene..I can’t do this without Desma, or mother. We don’t know how to do this ourselves..” The pain had eased off enough that as she took deep breaths she almost felt normal, though there was a certain nausea from the rocking of the boat. The relief was not to last though, and for what felt like an eternity the moments between pains grew shorter and shorter.
Nearly four hours into the journey that would take them at least a week, she found herself heaving into a bucket, unable to keep down the water she had been given, blood soaking her chiton and sweat plastering her dark hair to her skin. This was the most misery and pain she had ever been in in her life, each contraction as if she was being stabbed over and over again as her body struggled with the child within. Olympia was exhausted, unable to even properly cry as she fell back against the pillows that had been stacked behind her. She could barely tell who was with her in the semi-darkness of the hold, or focus on anything except the pain that felt as if it was stealing away the remaining moments of her life as she struggled to birth the heir to a kingdom that was no longer his.
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Exiting the carriage was far more difficult than getting into it. In the midst of the swift trip down to the docks another contraction had hit her full force, and no position had made it any easier to deal with. She’d cried into Stephanos shoulder while Selene had tried to help ease the pain, but perhaps due to the motion of the carriage nothing was working. A sheen of sweat covered her as they finally arrived, and thank the gods the pain had started to subside as she was handed down from the vehicle, unable to stand up straight yet.
The sound of a sharp voice demanding where someone was didn’t frighten her as much as it should, with her sister not reacting in fear this must be someone to trust. Instead Pia leaned heavily into Selene and Stephanos as they made their way at a snails pace toward the ship that was clearly ready to set sail. Fear gathered in her chest and she shook her head in panic at the thought of being trapped on a boat without her midwives. She’d never had a baby, as far as she knew no one on the voyage had ever been present for a birth, and if something went wrong she would have no chance.
They’d made it to the gangplank and though she was balking, Pia knew she had no choice. It was stay and die for sure, or go and possibly live. Once they were aboard it was if Poseidon himself grabbed hold of her abdomen, and she gave a scream of pain and fear. So far she had done her best to stay silent, but now on the boat in this most intense moment of her labor so far it felt impossible to keep it in. Nor could she stay upright without the support of her husband and sister, nearly buckling to her knees until the contraction finally passed.
It was dark below deck when they finally reached it, and she was exhausted as she was helped onto the bed, gripping tightly at Stephanos' hand as she searched for her sister's gaze. ”I can’t, Lene..I can’t do this without Desma, or mother. We don’t know how to do this ourselves..” The pain had eased off enough that as she took deep breaths she almost felt normal, though there was a certain nausea from the rocking of the boat. The relief was not to last though, and for what felt like an eternity the moments between pains grew shorter and shorter.
Nearly four hours into the journey that would take them at least a week, she found herself heaving into a bucket, unable to keep down the water she had been given, blood soaking her chiton and sweat plastering her dark hair to her skin. This was the most misery and pain she had ever been in in her life, each contraction as if she was being stabbed over and over again as her body struggled with the child within. Olympia was exhausted, unable to even properly cry as she fell back against the pillows that had been stacked behind her. She could barely tell who was with her in the semi-darkness of the hold, or focus on anything except the pain that felt as if it was stealing away the remaining moments of her life as she struggled to birth the heir to a kingdom that was no longer his.
Exiting the carriage was far more difficult than getting into it. In the midst of the swift trip down to the docks another contraction had hit her full force, and no position had made it any easier to deal with. She’d cried into Stephanos shoulder while Selene had tried to help ease the pain, but perhaps due to the motion of the carriage nothing was working. A sheen of sweat covered her as they finally arrived, and thank the gods the pain had started to subside as she was handed down from the vehicle, unable to stand up straight yet.
The sound of a sharp voice demanding where someone was didn’t frighten her as much as it should, with her sister not reacting in fear this must be someone to trust. Instead Pia leaned heavily into Selene and Stephanos as they made their way at a snails pace toward the ship that was clearly ready to set sail. Fear gathered in her chest and she shook her head in panic at the thought of being trapped on a boat without her midwives. She’d never had a baby, as far as she knew no one on the voyage had ever been present for a birth, and if something went wrong she would have no chance.
They’d made it to the gangplank and though she was balking, Pia knew she had no choice. It was stay and die for sure, or go and possibly live. Once they were aboard it was if Poseidon himself grabbed hold of her abdomen, and she gave a scream of pain and fear. So far she had done her best to stay silent, but now on the boat in this most intense moment of her labor so far it felt impossible to keep it in. Nor could she stay upright without the support of her husband and sister, nearly buckling to her knees until the contraction finally passed.
It was dark below deck when they finally reached it, and she was exhausted as she was helped onto the bed, gripping tightly at Stephanos' hand as she searched for her sister's gaze. ”I can’t, Lene..I can’t do this without Desma, or mother. We don’t know how to do this ourselves..” The pain had eased off enough that as she took deep breaths she almost felt normal, though there was a certain nausea from the rocking of the boat. The relief was not to last though, and for what felt like an eternity the moments between pains grew shorter and shorter.
Nearly four hours into the journey that would take them at least a week, she found herself heaving into a bucket, unable to keep down the water she had been given, blood soaking her chiton and sweat plastering her dark hair to her skin. This was the most misery and pain she had ever been in in her life, each contraction as if she was being stabbed over and over again as her body struggled with the child within. Olympia was exhausted, unable to even properly cry as she fell back against the pillows that had been stacked behind her. She could barely tell who was with her in the semi-darkness of the hold, or focus on anything except the pain that felt as if it was stealing away the remaining moments of her life as she struggled to birth the heir to a kingdom that was no longer his.
Until they were out of Taengean waters, Selene would not feel like the task has been fully accomplished. There was still the thread of Irakles discovering the escape, of him sending out a search party to bring them back. And being with them, Selene would find herself guilty of a true crime. And she had brought Vangelis into it too.
Guilt washed over her the moment they were in the carriage, knowing that this could still all go wrong. She had asked him for his assistance simply because he had always been there for her, even when they weren’t officially friends. His actions could have dire consequences, and he had risked it for her. Yes, and for his friendship with Stephanos. But he never would have considered it if she hadn’t begged, hadn’t asked if he would have left his sister to die.
As Pia was brought into a cabin and placed on a bed, Selene couldn’t help but allow a bit of panic to wash over her. She didn’t know much about childbirth, save for what she had seen as a child herself. But she could do this, and hope that the ship’s physician was able to assist if anything went wrong. Helping settle her into the bed, Selene was the first to take charge, as if these men where her own. Orders for hot water, clean linens and a kettle were given and followed, although she wasn’t exactly sure who had told them to do so. The moment the water arrived, she was adding the satchel of loose herbs to the kettle for a tea, putting the sprigs into the larger bucket for cleansing.
Pouring the tea into a cup, she handed it to her sister. ”Sip this between pains, Pea. Once you’ve had a few drinks, I’ll look to see if the baby is showing.”
Dear Gods, could she really do this?
The more time she spent thinking about it, the less likely she was to believe that she could. So instead of dwelling on her lack of knowledge, she focused on what she did know. She had been present at all of their mother’s births. Why couldn’t she do this? From what she remembered, it was just catching the baby when it came. There would be blood, and that made her glad for the undergarments of the armor to keep her dress clean. The moment they were alone, she stripped out of the heaviness of it, leaving only the cloth that had been underneath. As soon as she finished the drink, she looked below, no head present to indicate the prince was arriving.
Four hours later, well out to sea, the child still had yet to arrive. All Selene could do was wipe the brow of her sister, switch out the bucket with new and offer the herbs as Desma had instructed. Fingers wrapped around the clary sage branches, she took her lip in between her teeth. Desma had promised that even chewing the leaves would progress things, but her sister was unable to do even that. Slipping a leaf into her own mouth, she chewed it herself, pulling it out to slip it into her sister’s gum line. She had seen it done once before, had hoped it would finally bring the child into a place where he could be pulled from her sister and brought to life.
She prayed to each of the Gods, hoping one would speak to Hera for intervention on her sister’s behalf.
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Until they were out of Taengean waters, Selene would not feel like the task has been fully accomplished. There was still the thread of Irakles discovering the escape, of him sending out a search party to bring them back. And being with them, Selene would find herself guilty of a true crime. And she had brought Vangelis into it too.
Guilt washed over her the moment they were in the carriage, knowing that this could still all go wrong. She had asked him for his assistance simply because he had always been there for her, even when they weren’t officially friends. His actions could have dire consequences, and he had risked it for her. Yes, and for his friendship with Stephanos. But he never would have considered it if she hadn’t begged, hadn’t asked if he would have left his sister to die.
As Pia was brought into a cabin and placed on a bed, Selene couldn’t help but allow a bit of panic to wash over her. She didn’t know much about childbirth, save for what she had seen as a child herself. But she could do this, and hope that the ship’s physician was able to assist if anything went wrong. Helping settle her into the bed, Selene was the first to take charge, as if these men where her own. Orders for hot water, clean linens and a kettle were given and followed, although she wasn’t exactly sure who had told them to do so. The moment the water arrived, she was adding the satchel of loose herbs to the kettle for a tea, putting the sprigs into the larger bucket for cleansing.
Pouring the tea into a cup, she handed it to her sister. ”Sip this between pains, Pea. Once you’ve had a few drinks, I’ll look to see if the baby is showing.”
Dear Gods, could she really do this?
The more time she spent thinking about it, the less likely she was to believe that she could. So instead of dwelling on her lack of knowledge, she focused on what she did know. She had been present at all of their mother’s births. Why couldn’t she do this? From what she remembered, it was just catching the baby when it came. There would be blood, and that made her glad for the undergarments of the armor to keep her dress clean. The moment they were alone, she stripped out of the heaviness of it, leaving only the cloth that had been underneath. As soon as she finished the drink, she looked below, no head present to indicate the prince was arriving.
Four hours later, well out to sea, the child still had yet to arrive. All Selene could do was wipe the brow of her sister, switch out the bucket with new and offer the herbs as Desma had instructed. Fingers wrapped around the clary sage branches, she took her lip in between her teeth. Desma had promised that even chewing the leaves would progress things, but her sister was unable to do even that. Slipping a leaf into her own mouth, she chewed it herself, pulling it out to slip it into her sister’s gum line. She had seen it done once before, had hoped it would finally bring the child into a place where he could be pulled from her sister and brought to life.
She prayed to each of the Gods, hoping one would speak to Hera for intervention on her sister’s behalf.
Until they were out of Taengean waters, Selene would not feel like the task has been fully accomplished. There was still the thread of Irakles discovering the escape, of him sending out a search party to bring them back. And being with them, Selene would find herself guilty of a true crime. And she had brought Vangelis into it too.
Guilt washed over her the moment they were in the carriage, knowing that this could still all go wrong. She had asked him for his assistance simply because he had always been there for her, even when they weren’t officially friends. His actions could have dire consequences, and he had risked it for her. Yes, and for his friendship with Stephanos. But he never would have considered it if she hadn’t begged, hadn’t asked if he would have left his sister to die.
As Pia was brought into a cabin and placed on a bed, Selene couldn’t help but allow a bit of panic to wash over her. She didn’t know much about childbirth, save for what she had seen as a child herself. But she could do this, and hope that the ship’s physician was able to assist if anything went wrong. Helping settle her into the bed, Selene was the first to take charge, as if these men where her own. Orders for hot water, clean linens and a kettle were given and followed, although she wasn’t exactly sure who had told them to do so. The moment the water arrived, she was adding the satchel of loose herbs to the kettle for a tea, putting the sprigs into the larger bucket for cleansing.
Pouring the tea into a cup, she handed it to her sister. ”Sip this between pains, Pea. Once you’ve had a few drinks, I’ll look to see if the baby is showing.”
Dear Gods, could she really do this?
The more time she spent thinking about it, the less likely she was to believe that she could. So instead of dwelling on her lack of knowledge, she focused on what she did know. She had been present at all of their mother’s births. Why couldn’t she do this? From what she remembered, it was just catching the baby when it came. There would be blood, and that made her glad for the undergarments of the armor to keep her dress clean. The moment they were alone, she stripped out of the heaviness of it, leaving only the cloth that had been underneath. As soon as she finished the drink, she looked below, no head present to indicate the prince was arriving.
Four hours later, well out to sea, the child still had yet to arrive. All Selene could do was wipe the brow of her sister, switch out the bucket with new and offer the herbs as Desma had instructed. Fingers wrapped around the clary sage branches, she took her lip in between her teeth. Desma had promised that even chewing the leaves would progress things, but her sister was unable to do even that. Slipping a leaf into her own mouth, she chewed it herself, pulling it out to slip it into her sister’s gum line. She had seen it done once before, had hoped it would finally bring the child into a place where he could be pulled from her sister and brought to life.
She prayed to each of the Gods, hoping one would speak to Hera for intervention on her sister’s behalf.
The herbs her sister pressed into her mouth mingled with the bitter taste of bile and Olympia felt her body reject it once again, though there was nothing left. Her desperate thoughts had turned to the gods but there was no longer any rest between the pains as there had been before, and she could barely think straight. She’d done it all right, she drank the tea, tried to chew the herbs, rested and shifted into various positions to try to allow her body to progress but there was nothing now and the strength she had was failing. All she wanted now was to close her eyes and rest, to give in to the lure of sleep where the pain would stop.
When she had imagined having a child, it was closer to what she had seen and heard from her mother’s stories. In bed with plenty of maids and help, cool breezes and fresh air and without the constant rocking of a ship. The staleness of the cabin felt as if it was pressing in around her, suffocating and making impossible for anything deeper than a gasp to fill her lungs. If she was to die now, she could only hope her child was a boy so that Stephanos wouldn’t despise her memory.
A pressure was building in her lower abdomen, and she reached for her sister’s hand in need of an anchor. The need to push striking hardest though it felt as if no matter how hard she tried nothing happened.
”Why won’t it end...I can’t do this anymore.”
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The herbs her sister pressed into her mouth mingled with the bitter taste of bile and Olympia felt her body reject it once again, though there was nothing left. Her desperate thoughts had turned to the gods but there was no longer any rest between the pains as there had been before, and she could barely think straight. She’d done it all right, she drank the tea, tried to chew the herbs, rested and shifted into various positions to try to allow her body to progress but there was nothing now and the strength she had was failing. All she wanted now was to close her eyes and rest, to give in to the lure of sleep where the pain would stop.
When she had imagined having a child, it was closer to what she had seen and heard from her mother’s stories. In bed with plenty of maids and help, cool breezes and fresh air and without the constant rocking of a ship. The staleness of the cabin felt as if it was pressing in around her, suffocating and making impossible for anything deeper than a gasp to fill her lungs. If she was to die now, she could only hope her child was a boy so that Stephanos wouldn’t despise her memory.
A pressure was building in her lower abdomen, and she reached for her sister’s hand in need of an anchor. The need to push striking hardest though it felt as if no matter how hard she tried nothing happened.
”Why won’t it end...I can’t do this anymore.”
The herbs her sister pressed into her mouth mingled with the bitter taste of bile and Olympia felt her body reject it once again, though there was nothing left. Her desperate thoughts had turned to the gods but there was no longer any rest between the pains as there had been before, and she could barely think straight. She’d done it all right, she drank the tea, tried to chew the herbs, rested and shifted into various positions to try to allow her body to progress but there was nothing now and the strength she had was failing. All she wanted now was to close her eyes and rest, to give in to the lure of sleep where the pain would stop.
When she had imagined having a child, it was closer to what she had seen and heard from her mother’s stories. In bed with plenty of maids and help, cool breezes and fresh air and without the constant rocking of a ship. The staleness of the cabin felt as if it was pressing in around her, suffocating and making impossible for anything deeper than a gasp to fill her lungs. If she was to die now, she could only hope her child was a boy so that Stephanos wouldn’t despise her memory.
A pressure was building in her lower abdomen, and she reached for her sister’s hand in need of an anchor. The need to push striking hardest though it felt as if no matter how hard she tried nothing happened.
”Why won’t it end...I can’t do this anymore.”
As soon as Vangelis and Nike had finished their little reunion, the Commander had finally been able to move. This, Stephanos was quite impressed by, what with the huge tree trunk stuck up Nike’s ass. The boat was launched and he stood on deck, arms crossed, watching the quickly retreating shoreline of Vasiliadon disappearing into the night. He worked his jaw as his gaze swept the city he would not see for a long, long time.
Several emotions were at war inside him - chief among those was Pia down below. Her labor sounded incredibly difficult and he kept praying, every few minutes or so, that the gods would see fit to spare both her and their son. Another was that he was amazed that Vangelis had managed to pull off this rescue. It had been built on nothing more than strategic intervals and intimidation. He was impressed by the Colchian prince’s daring, and thankful for it.
Other than that, he felt like he might buckle under the mountain of failure that threatened to crush him. There wasn’t a choice; he’d had to run or death would most assuredly have followed for him and his wife. But he felt like a coward. The problem was that even if he had gone and shoved his sword into Irakles the second he’d wanted to, he would have lost the throne anyway for real and true murder charges.
Unless he’d wanted to be as underhanded and vile as his uncle, to drum up fake charges for Irakles, then there was nothing more he could have done. It was now, as he watched the darkness swallow Vasiliadon, that he had to admit that Irakles had been far more devious and clever than he’d ever given the man credit for. Because he hadn’t been quick enough or even able to pull the same political clout, or had the good sense to go bribe, blackmail, or otherwise bully the senate, he had failed his father’s line.
He closed his eyes and breathed in sharply through his nose. Then he braced himself against the railing, never taking his eyes away from where he knew Taengea’s shoreline to be. If Irakles hadn’t sent men after them by now, he wasn’t going to. Stephanos wasn’t worried now about being followed. He was wondering what the hell his wife would even see in him anymore. There was nothing left to offer her. They’d be living off the generosity of other people and he found that deeply insulting to his sense of pride.
He heard Pia’s voice from below and half turned to glance over his shoulder but Selene was with her. Yet another thing he could not help her with. He clenched his jaw so hard his teeth ached. His knuckles were white on the railing. Somewhere behind him, people were speaking but he wasn’t paying anyone much attention.
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As soon as Vangelis and Nike had finished their little reunion, the Commander had finally been able to move. This, Stephanos was quite impressed by, what with the huge tree trunk stuck up Nike’s ass. The boat was launched and he stood on deck, arms crossed, watching the quickly retreating shoreline of Vasiliadon disappearing into the night. He worked his jaw as his gaze swept the city he would not see for a long, long time.
Several emotions were at war inside him - chief among those was Pia down below. Her labor sounded incredibly difficult and he kept praying, every few minutes or so, that the gods would see fit to spare both her and their son. Another was that he was amazed that Vangelis had managed to pull off this rescue. It had been built on nothing more than strategic intervals and intimidation. He was impressed by the Colchian prince’s daring, and thankful for it.
Other than that, he felt like he might buckle under the mountain of failure that threatened to crush him. There wasn’t a choice; he’d had to run or death would most assuredly have followed for him and his wife. But he felt like a coward. The problem was that even if he had gone and shoved his sword into Irakles the second he’d wanted to, he would have lost the throne anyway for real and true murder charges.
Unless he’d wanted to be as underhanded and vile as his uncle, to drum up fake charges for Irakles, then there was nothing more he could have done. It was now, as he watched the darkness swallow Vasiliadon, that he had to admit that Irakles had been far more devious and clever than he’d ever given the man credit for. Because he hadn’t been quick enough or even able to pull the same political clout, or had the good sense to go bribe, blackmail, or otherwise bully the senate, he had failed his father’s line.
He closed his eyes and breathed in sharply through his nose. Then he braced himself against the railing, never taking his eyes away from where he knew Taengea’s shoreline to be. If Irakles hadn’t sent men after them by now, he wasn’t going to. Stephanos wasn’t worried now about being followed. He was wondering what the hell his wife would even see in him anymore. There was nothing left to offer her. They’d be living off the generosity of other people and he found that deeply insulting to his sense of pride.
He heard Pia’s voice from below and half turned to glance over his shoulder but Selene was with her. Yet another thing he could not help her with. He clenched his jaw so hard his teeth ached. His knuckles were white on the railing. Somewhere behind him, people were speaking but he wasn’t paying anyone much attention.
As soon as Vangelis and Nike had finished their little reunion, the Commander had finally been able to move. This, Stephanos was quite impressed by, what with the huge tree trunk stuck up Nike’s ass. The boat was launched and he stood on deck, arms crossed, watching the quickly retreating shoreline of Vasiliadon disappearing into the night. He worked his jaw as his gaze swept the city he would not see for a long, long time.
Several emotions were at war inside him - chief among those was Pia down below. Her labor sounded incredibly difficult and he kept praying, every few minutes or so, that the gods would see fit to spare both her and their son. Another was that he was amazed that Vangelis had managed to pull off this rescue. It had been built on nothing more than strategic intervals and intimidation. He was impressed by the Colchian prince’s daring, and thankful for it.
Other than that, he felt like he might buckle under the mountain of failure that threatened to crush him. There wasn’t a choice; he’d had to run or death would most assuredly have followed for him and his wife. But he felt like a coward. The problem was that even if he had gone and shoved his sword into Irakles the second he’d wanted to, he would have lost the throne anyway for real and true murder charges.
Unless he’d wanted to be as underhanded and vile as his uncle, to drum up fake charges for Irakles, then there was nothing more he could have done. It was now, as he watched the darkness swallow Vasiliadon, that he had to admit that Irakles had been far more devious and clever than he’d ever given the man credit for. Because he hadn’t been quick enough or even able to pull the same political clout, or had the good sense to go bribe, blackmail, or otherwise bully the senate, he had failed his father’s line.
He closed his eyes and breathed in sharply through his nose. Then he braced himself against the railing, never taking his eyes away from where he knew Taengea’s shoreline to be. If Irakles hadn’t sent men after them by now, he wasn’t going to. Stephanos wasn’t worried now about being followed. He was wondering what the hell his wife would even see in him anymore. There was nothing left to offer her. They’d be living off the generosity of other people and he found that deeply insulting to his sense of pride.
He heard Pia’s voice from below and half turned to glance over his shoulder but Selene was with her. Yet another thing he could not help her with. He clenched his jaw so hard his teeth ached. His knuckles were white on the railing. Somewhere behind him, people were speaking but he wasn’t paying anyone much attention.
Imeeya was sleeping uneasily, a sleep that was punctuated by the rocking of the ship, the noises up on deck and yet, nothing piercing through the tiredness that had enveloped her after the long day at court. Oblivious to what was going on around to her, Imeeya clung stubbornly to sleep, not willing to let anything disturb it. At least she tried until she heard the cry of a woman nearby, real enough to jerk her out of her sleep. As she heard it again, she quickly got out of bed trying to locate the source of the sound. Leaving her own room, she heard the sound coming through the door across from her own, and opened it, trying not to show how worried she was of what she might find on the other side. "What's going on in here?" Imeeya demanded of the people in the room. For a moment she wished that she had a knife on her, in case she had to defend whoever had been screaming, not that she was confident that she would remember how to employ Dorothea's tutelage at the moment.
Luckily, such training was not necessary. In front of her was the queen of Taengea and….Selene? What were they doing here? Nevermind that she still wasn’t sure where here was. That couldn’t be right, was she still dreaming? Imeeya rubbed at her eyes, hoping that maybe clearing the sleep from them would leave her better able to identify the people in front of her. When she removed her hands from in front of her eyes, it was still Olympia and Selene in front of her. As if her brain had suddenly thawed, what was happening suddenly hit her in a wave. The queen was having a baby. The queen was having a baby on their ship, on the way back to Colchis. Any questions of how this had come to be were swept aside as she noticed the quantity of blood that was spreading on the bed and the floor of the small cabin. While Imeeya had never been present at any births before, it didn't seem like that could be right.
While her first instinct was to try to jump in to help, she was coming up with a loss at anything she knew to be helpful. Imeeya was forced to admit that she had no idea what she was doing, and would have to ask for help to understand the situation. "What can I do to help?" She asked mostly to Selene, who seemed the more likely of the two to be able to provide a helpful answer.
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Imeeya was sleeping uneasily, a sleep that was punctuated by the rocking of the ship, the noises up on deck and yet, nothing piercing through the tiredness that had enveloped her after the long day at court. Oblivious to what was going on around to her, Imeeya clung stubbornly to sleep, not willing to let anything disturb it. At least she tried until she heard the cry of a woman nearby, real enough to jerk her out of her sleep. As she heard it again, she quickly got out of bed trying to locate the source of the sound. Leaving her own room, she heard the sound coming through the door across from her own, and opened it, trying not to show how worried she was of what she might find on the other side. "What's going on in here?" Imeeya demanded of the people in the room. For a moment she wished that she had a knife on her, in case she had to defend whoever had been screaming, not that she was confident that she would remember how to employ Dorothea's tutelage at the moment.
Luckily, such training was not necessary. In front of her was the queen of Taengea and….Selene? What were they doing here? Nevermind that she still wasn’t sure where here was. That couldn’t be right, was she still dreaming? Imeeya rubbed at her eyes, hoping that maybe clearing the sleep from them would leave her better able to identify the people in front of her. When she removed her hands from in front of her eyes, it was still Olympia and Selene in front of her. As if her brain had suddenly thawed, what was happening suddenly hit her in a wave. The queen was having a baby. The queen was having a baby on their ship, on the way back to Colchis. Any questions of how this had come to be were swept aside as she noticed the quantity of blood that was spreading on the bed and the floor of the small cabin. While Imeeya had never been present at any births before, it didn't seem like that could be right.
While her first instinct was to try to jump in to help, she was coming up with a loss at anything she knew to be helpful. Imeeya was forced to admit that she had no idea what she was doing, and would have to ask for help to understand the situation. "What can I do to help?" She asked mostly to Selene, who seemed the more likely of the two to be able to provide a helpful answer.
Imeeya was sleeping uneasily, a sleep that was punctuated by the rocking of the ship, the noises up on deck and yet, nothing piercing through the tiredness that had enveloped her after the long day at court. Oblivious to what was going on around to her, Imeeya clung stubbornly to sleep, not willing to let anything disturb it. At least she tried until she heard the cry of a woman nearby, real enough to jerk her out of her sleep. As she heard it again, she quickly got out of bed trying to locate the source of the sound. Leaving her own room, she heard the sound coming through the door across from her own, and opened it, trying not to show how worried she was of what she might find on the other side. "What's going on in here?" Imeeya demanded of the people in the room. For a moment she wished that she had a knife on her, in case she had to defend whoever had been screaming, not that she was confident that she would remember how to employ Dorothea's tutelage at the moment.
Luckily, such training was not necessary. In front of her was the queen of Taengea and….Selene? What were they doing here? Nevermind that she still wasn’t sure where here was. That couldn’t be right, was she still dreaming? Imeeya rubbed at her eyes, hoping that maybe clearing the sleep from them would leave her better able to identify the people in front of her. When she removed her hands from in front of her eyes, it was still Olympia and Selene in front of her. As if her brain had suddenly thawed, what was happening suddenly hit her in a wave. The queen was having a baby. The queen was having a baby on their ship, on the way back to Colchis. Any questions of how this had come to be were swept aside as she noticed the quantity of blood that was spreading on the bed and the floor of the small cabin. While Imeeya had never been present at any births before, it didn't seem like that could be right.
While her first instinct was to try to jump in to help, she was coming up with a loss at anything she knew to be helpful. Imeeya was forced to admit that she had no idea what she was doing, and would have to ask for help to understand the situation. "What can I do to help?" She asked mostly to Selene, who seemed the more likely of the two to be able to provide a helpful answer.
Thinking back on the births she’d attended, Selene could barely remember the role she played. With Theo, she was a curious observer, unsure of what was happening and scared of the noises she heard. But after it was said and done, she was excited for the small baby her mother held. Olympia had brought a bit more experience, holding Theo’s hand while they waited patiently to meet the newest addition. Nana was a bit more dramatic, which now seems fitting. And Imma was the one in which she was the most involved. She vividly remembered brushing back her mother’s bangs, pressing a wet cloth to her forehead to help keep her from overheating. There had been a moment when her mother pressed the new addition into her arms first, that she knew she wanted nothing more than to be a mother, too.
Now, trying to assist Olympia with her own birth, Selene felt incredibly out of her element. None of her sisters had come into the world with so much bleeding. Glancing down at her borrowed outfit, she appeared as if she had just come from battle. And there was still a war to fight.
Holding onto her sister, she sighed softly, pushing away her own fears. Forehead to hers, she stared into her sister’s panicked eyes. She could be strong in this moment-- she didn’t have a choice otherwise. “You have to do it, Olympia. Let’s look again.”
As she was set to take what felt like her hundredth look for the child, the door burst open, revealing the lady Imeeya, disheveled and a bit on alert. Selene hadn’t given a second thought to the others on board, praying that Asia would stay away so not to distract her with the need for pleasantries. But with Imeeya, and the look in her eyes, Selene felt every need to bring her in. “My Lady, if you wouldn’t mind make sure there is hot water? Once this stubborn child makes his entrance, I’ll need it to clean them up. And wine, if you can find any.”
Decorum be damned as she pushed back her sister’s skirts once more, worried that she wouldn’t see anything different behind the curls of her sister’s mound. But there, pressing forward, was the obvious sign of a baby’s head, hair caked with blood. “Praise the Gods, he’s there, sister.” Her head popped over her sister’s knees. She grabbed her hand, “We can do this. You and me.” Eyes meeting, Selene blew out a breath, her bangs dancing as she did. “Try holding on under your knees, Pea. And then push with everything you have left. It’s almost done, my sweetest.”
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Thinking back on the births she’d attended, Selene could barely remember the role she played. With Theo, she was a curious observer, unsure of what was happening and scared of the noises she heard. But after it was said and done, she was excited for the small baby her mother held. Olympia had brought a bit more experience, holding Theo’s hand while they waited patiently to meet the newest addition. Nana was a bit more dramatic, which now seems fitting. And Imma was the one in which she was the most involved. She vividly remembered brushing back her mother’s bangs, pressing a wet cloth to her forehead to help keep her from overheating. There had been a moment when her mother pressed the new addition into her arms first, that she knew she wanted nothing more than to be a mother, too.
Now, trying to assist Olympia with her own birth, Selene felt incredibly out of her element. None of her sisters had come into the world with so much bleeding. Glancing down at her borrowed outfit, she appeared as if she had just come from battle. And there was still a war to fight.
Holding onto her sister, she sighed softly, pushing away her own fears. Forehead to hers, she stared into her sister’s panicked eyes. She could be strong in this moment-- she didn’t have a choice otherwise. “You have to do it, Olympia. Let’s look again.”
As she was set to take what felt like her hundredth look for the child, the door burst open, revealing the lady Imeeya, disheveled and a bit on alert. Selene hadn’t given a second thought to the others on board, praying that Asia would stay away so not to distract her with the need for pleasantries. But with Imeeya, and the look in her eyes, Selene felt every need to bring her in. “My Lady, if you wouldn’t mind make sure there is hot water? Once this stubborn child makes his entrance, I’ll need it to clean them up. And wine, if you can find any.”
Decorum be damned as she pushed back her sister’s skirts once more, worried that she wouldn’t see anything different behind the curls of her sister’s mound. But there, pressing forward, was the obvious sign of a baby’s head, hair caked with blood. “Praise the Gods, he’s there, sister.” Her head popped over her sister’s knees. She grabbed her hand, “We can do this. You and me.” Eyes meeting, Selene blew out a breath, her bangs dancing as she did. “Try holding on under your knees, Pea. And then push with everything you have left. It’s almost done, my sweetest.”
Thinking back on the births she’d attended, Selene could barely remember the role she played. With Theo, she was a curious observer, unsure of what was happening and scared of the noises she heard. But after it was said and done, she was excited for the small baby her mother held. Olympia had brought a bit more experience, holding Theo’s hand while they waited patiently to meet the newest addition. Nana was a bit more dramatic, which now seems fitting. And Imma was the one in which she was the most involved. She vividly remembered brushing back her mother’s bangs, pressing a wet cloth to her forehead to help keep her from overheating. There had been a moment when her mother pressed the new addition into her arms first, that she knew she wanted nothing more than to be a mother, too.
Now, trying to assist Olympia with her own birth, Selene felt incredibly out of her element. None of her sisters had come into the world with so much bleeding. Glancing down at her borrowed outfit, she appeared as if she had just come from battle. And there was still a war to fight.
Holding onto her sister, she sighed softly, pushing away her own fears. Forehead to hers, she stared into her sister’s panicked eyes. She could be strong in this moment-- she didn’t have a choice otherwise. “You have to do it, Olympia. Let’s look again.”
As she was set to take what felt like her hundredth look for the child, the door burst open, revealing the lady Imeeya, disheveled and a bit on alert. Selene hadn’t given a second thought to the others on board, praying that Asia would stay away so not to distract her with the need for pleasantries. But with Imeeya, and the look in her eyes, Selene felt every need to bring her in. “My Lady, if you wouldn’t mind make sure there is hot water? Once this stubborn child makes his entrance, I’ll need it to clean them up. And wine, if you can find any.”
Decorum be damned as she pushed back her sister’s skirts once more, worried that she wouldn’t see anything different behind the curls of her sister’s mound. But there, pressing forward, was the obvious sign of a baby’s head, hair caked with blood. “Praise the Gods, he’s there, sister.” Her head popped over her sister’s knees. She grabbed her hand, “We can do this. You and me.” Eyes meeting, Selene blew out a breath, her bangs dancing as she did. “Try holding on under your knees, Pea. And then push with everything you have left. It’s almost done, my sweetest.”
After being awakened in the middle of the night by Commander Nike and told that they would be sailing for Colchis immediately, Athanasia had not thought that she would be able to fall back asleep once she and Imeeya were alone in their cabin. There were too many questions careening through her mind. Why were they leaving Vasiliadon now and why all the secrecy? It was almost as if they were fleeing from something. But what could it be? Vang must have his reasons for this sudden departure, but she had no idea what they were.
She had not even seen her brother during the hurriedjourney to the harbor. Was he already on the ship? The princess stared at the closed door of the cabin, hoping that he would walk in and explain everything to her. It was so sudden, so odd, so unexpected. Athanasia truly didn't understand this turn of events at all. “What do you think is happening?” she asked Imeeya, but there was no answer. Peering through the darkness at the other bunk, she realized that her cousin was sleeping. There would be no discussion with her for awhile.
Athanasia continued to stare at the door, willing someone, anyone, to come through. It was becoming more and more difficult to keep her eyes open but she was determined to remain awake until somebody explained what was going on. She would have gone to find Vang but the girls had been told to remain in their cabin and there was a sense of urgency floating about on the air that made her a bit anxious.
Maybe they were in danger. What if all the members of the Creed had not been killed and the remainder had decided on revenge? Or what if there was some kind of trouble brewing in the city, maybe something to do with the accusations against King Stephanos? What if ... ? With a half-formed thought hovering in her head, she drifted off into an uneasy slumber.
Someone was screaming. Athanasia's eyes flew open and she listened intently to the creaking of the floorboards and the waves slapping gently against the ship's hull. The vessel was in motion. They were no longer docked. Did I fall asleep? Maybe that scream was part of a dream. Glancing over at her cousin's bunk, she found it empty. Where had Imeeya gone?
If she can leave her cabin, then so can I. Standing up, the young princess quickly donned a chiton and fastened it clumsily to her shoulders with the first two fibulae she could find, caring not a bit that they didn't match. Opening the door, she crept into the hall and went up to the deck, wondering how far they were from shore.
Blinking her eyes to adjust them to the light of the moon, she took a deep breath of the salty sea air. As she moved toward the railing, she passed a few sailors going about their duties. A couple of them smiled at her. If there was something wrong, they didn't know about it. As she neared her destination, Athanasia saw another figure gazing off into the distance. The form was familiar. Curious, she moved closer.
Her eyes widened as she recognized the King of Taengea. What the …? Wasn't he supposed to be on house arrest, awaiting his trial? Without thinking further, she walked right up to him. “Your Majesty, what are you doing here?” she asked in her blunt and straightforward way.
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After being awakened in the middle of the night by Commander Nike and told that they would be sailing for Colchis immediately, Athanasia had not thought that she would be able to fall back asleep once she and Imeeya were alone in their cabin. There were too many questions careening through her mind. Why were they leaving Vasiliadon now and why all the secrecy? It was almost as if they were fleeing from something. But what could it be? Vang must have his reasons for this sudden departure, but she had no idea what they were.
She had not even seen her brother during the hurriedjourney to the harbor. Was he already on the ship? The princess stared at the closed door of the cabin, hoping that he would walk in and explain everything to her. It was so sudden, so odd, so unexpected. Athanasia truly didn't understand this turn of events at all. “What do you think is happening?” she asked Imeeya, but there was no answer. Peering through the darkness at the other bunk, she realized that her cousin was sleeping. There would be no discussion with her for awhile.
Athanasia continued to stare at the door, willing someone, anyone, to come through. It was becoming more and more difficult to keep her eyes open but she was determined to remain awake until somebody explained what was going on. She would have gone to find Vang but the girls had been told to remain in their cabin and there was a sense of urgency floating about on the air that made her a bit anxious.
Maybe they were in danger. What if all the members of the Creed had not been killed and the remainder had decided on revenge? Or what if there was some kind of trouble brewing in the city, maybe something to do with the accusations against King Stephanos? What if ... ? With a half-formed thought hovering in her head, she drifted off into an uneasy slumber.
Someone was screaming. Athanasia's eyes flew open and she listened intently to the creaking of the floorboards and the waves slapping gently against the ship's hull. The vessel was in motion. They were no longer docked. Did I fall asleep? Maybe that scream was part of a dream. Glancing over at her cousin's bunk, she found it empty. Where had Imeeya gone?
If she can leave her cabin, then so can I. Standing up, the young princess quickly donned a chiton and fastened it clumsily to her shoulders with the first two fibulae she could find, caring not a bit that they didn't match. Opening the door, she crept into the hall and went up to the deck, wondering how far they were from shore.
Blinking her eyes to adjust them to the light of the moon, she took a deep breath of the salty sea air. As she moved toward the railing, she passed a few sailors going about their duties. A couple of them smiled at her. If there was something wrong, they didn't know about it. As she neared her destination, Athanasia saw another figure gazing off into the distance. The form was familiar. Curious, she moved closer.
Her eyes widened as she recognized the King of Taengea. What the …? Wasn't he supposed to be on house arrest, awaiting his trial? Without thinking further, she walked right up to him. “Your Majesty, what are you doing here?” she asked in her blunt and straightforward way.
After being awakened in the middle of the night by Commander Nike and told that they would be sailing for Colchis immediately, Athanasia had not thought that she would be able to fall back asleep once she and Imeeya were alone in their cabin. There were too many questions careening through her mind. Why were they leaving Vasiliadon now and why all the secrecy? It was almost as if they were fleeing from something. But what could it be? Vang must have his reasons for this sudden departure, but she had no idea what they were.
She had not even seen her brother during the hurriedjourney to the harbor. Was he already on the ship? The princess stared at the closed door of the cabin, hoping that he would walk in and explain everything to her. It was so sudden, so odd, so unexpected. Athanasia truly didn't understand this turn of events at all. “What do you think is happening?” she asked Imeeya, but there was no answer. Peering through the darkness at the other bunk, she realized that her cousin was sleeping. There would be no discussion with her for awhile.
Athanasia continued to stare at the door, willing someone, anyone, to come through. It was becoming more and more difficult to keep her eyes open but she was determined to remain awake until somebody explained what was going on. She would have gone to find Vang but the girls had been told to remain in their cabin and there was a sense of urgency floating about on the air that made her a bit anxious.
Maybe they were in danger. What if all the members of the Creed had not been killed and the remainder had decided on revenge? Or what if there was some kind of trouble brewing in the city, maybe something to do with the accusations against King Stephanos? What if ... ? With a half-formed thought hovering in her head, she drifted off into an uneasy slumber.
Someone was screaming. Athanasia's eyes flew open and she listened intently to the creaking of the floorboards and the waves slapping gently against the ship's hull. The vessel was in motion. They were no longer docked. Did I fall asleep? Maybe that scream was part of a dream. Glancing over at her cousin's bunk, she found it empty. Where had Imeeya gone?
If she can leave her cabin, then so can I. Standing up, the young princess quickly donned a chiton and fastened it clumsily to her shoulders with the first two fibulae she could find, caring not a bit that they didn't match. Opening the door, she crept into the hall and went up to the deck, wondering how far they were from shore.
Blinking her eyes to adjust them to the light of the moon, she took a deep breath of the salty sea air. As she moved toward the railing, she passed a few sailors going about their duties. A couple of them smiled at her. If there was something wrong, they didn't know about it. As she neared her destination, Athanasia saw another figure gazing off into the distance. The form was familiar. Curious, she moved closer.
Her eyes widened as she recognized the King of Taengea. What the …? Wasn't he supposed to be on house arrest, awaiting his trial? Without thinking further, she walked right up to him. “Your Majesty, what are you doing here?” she asked in her blunt and straightforward way.
Of all the people he’d expected to approach him, Athanasia had not been one of them. In all the confusion of leaving the palace, the adrenaline of escaping under Irakles’s watch, the stress of fighting with Commander Nike on whether or not Vangelis was capable, and then the man’s sudden appearance, Stephanos was a touch on edge. Every loud moan of pain coming from his wife, any wail, pierced him because she was not surrounded by ladies in waiting. The palace was not waiting in hushed anticipation. She was being forced to give birth on some god forsaken ship, rowing quickly across the Aegean. He remembered his mother’s labor with his sisters and it hadn’t been like Pia’s. He didn’t remember his mother wailing.
When Athanasia approached, he half turned, spared her a glance, and then leaned heavily back on the railing, keeping his face pointed to the kingdom he should still be ruling. Her question was one he was going to have to get used to but it was unexpectedly painful. All the excited joy he’d had in escaping was completely gone.
“Me? Oh, just escaping certain death. I’d ask you the same but,” he shrugged one shoulder and let the sentence drop. “Hope you didn’t have plans tomorrow.”
He’d entirely forgotten that Athanasia or Imeeya existed, let alone that they would be on his ship. Her presence was a sharp reminder that other people’s lives would keep right on spinning, whether he’d been murdered or not. Another of Pia’s wails made him turn from the railing and lean back against it, folding his arms and staring through the deck like he could see her.
“The queen is in labor,” he said unnecessariliy.
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Of all the people he’d expected to approach him, Athanasia had not been one of them. In all the confusion of leaving the palace, the adrenaline of escaping under Irakles’s watch, the stress of fighting with Commander Nike on whether or not Vangelis was capable, and then the man’s sudden appearance, Stephanos was a touch on edge. Every loud moan of pain coming from his wife, any wail, pierced him because she was not surrounded by ladies in waiting. The palace was not waiting in hushed anticipation. She was being forced to give birth on some god forsaken ship, rowing quickly across the Aegean. He remembered his mother’s labor with his sisters and it hadn’t been like Pia’s. He didn’t remember his mother wailing.
When Athanasia approached, he half turned, spared her a glance, and then leaned heavily back on the railing, keeping his face pointed to the kingdom he should still be ruling. Her question was one he was going to have to get used to but it was unexpectedly painful. All the excited joy he’d had in escaping was completely gone.
“Me? Oh, just escaping certain death. I’d ask you the same but,” he shrugged one shoulder and let the sentence drop. “Hope you didn’t have plans tomorrow.”
He’d entirely forgotten that Athanasia or Imeeya existed, let alone that they would be on his ship. Her presence was a sharp reminder that other people’s lives would keep right on spinning, whether he’d been murdered or not. Another of Pia’s wails made him turn from the railing and lean back against it, folding his arms and staring through the deck like he could see her.
“The queen is in labor,” he said unnecessariliy.
Of all the people he’d expected to approach him, Athanasia had not been one of them. In all the confusion of leaving the palace, the adrenaline of escaping under Irakles’s watch, the stress of fighting with Commander Nike on whether or not Vangelis was capable, and then the man’s sudden appearance, Stephanos was a touch on edge. Every loud moan of pain coming from his wife, any wail, pierced him because she was not surrounded by ladies in waiting. The palace was not waiting in hushed anticipation. She was being forced to give birth on some god forsaken ship, rowing quickly across the Aegean. He remembered his mother’s labor with his sisters and it hadn’t been like Pia’s. He didn’t remember his mother wailing.
When Athanasia approached, he half turned, spared her a glance, and then leaned heavily back on the railing, keeping his face pointed to the kingdom he should still be ruling. Her question was one he was going to have to get used to but it was unexpectedly painful. All the excited joy he’d had in escaping was completely gone.
“Me? Oh, just escaping certain death. I’d ask you the same but,” he shrugged one shoulder and let the sentence drop. “Hope you didn’t have plans tomorrow.”
He’d entirely forgotten that Athanasia or Imeeya existed, let alone that they would be on his ship. Her presence was a sharp reminder that other people’s lives would keep right on spinning, whether he’d been murdered or not. Another of Pia’s wails made him turn from the railing and lean back against it, folding his arms and staring through the deck like he could see her.
“The queen is in labor,” he said unnecessariliy.
"He is to be our guest for the foreseeable future, Athanasia."
The voice was calm and without blame or inflection but by its very nature and content revealed nothing that actually answered Asia's question, indicating that such details were not her business. Having liaised with the captain of the ship and with Nike over the schedule needed for the journey and the plans set in place in case they were followed, Vangelis had returned to the back of the ship just a few steps behind his sister. His words were neither rude nor curt. They were simple and pointed. He was not about to give his sister details into a plan that was technically treason against the Peace Treaty between the three Grecian kingdoms. The less she knew of it, the better.
"The King, his wife and his sister-in-law are to journeying with us to Midas, where they shall be staying in our home until a manor of their own can be acquired." He spoke so calmly, as if this were a simple vacation for the leaders of Taengea.
When a cry from below decks caught his sister's attention momentarily, Vangelis placed a large and imposing hand upon the young woman's shoulder.
"Do not go below deck, sister mine." He told her, again without rudeness or arrogance but a clear tone of order and command. "There are enough hands to aid the Queen and the spaces below are small. Too many bodies would be detrimental." Not to mention the fact that if Athanasia witnessed the live birth of another human being it was likely to have a detrimental effect on whether she would ever wish to be married. Vangelis had only ever seen horses and cattle born - not a human. But he was willing to believe, from the little he had been told by his mother, that the process was more or less the same and not something any man should witness if he ever wanted to hold the desire to procreate further.
Speaking of...
Vangelis turned his attention to the father-to-be. As with most men of their rank and position - not to mention historical upbringing - Stephanos was staying well away from the birth in the quarters below. But the white marks upon each of his knuckles and the tension that radiated across his shoulders and down his back suggested that he was not happy with his position of inactivity and impotence.
"Which ails you most...?" Vangelis offered his friend... He moved to stand beside Stephanos, his hip braced on the side of the ship, his body turned back towards the open deck and his sister. "What we leave behind us or what lies below us?" Whilst Vangelis' tone of voice could never be called soft, his throat always sounding like the brush of leather over gravel, the quieter volume and slow choice of words indicated a compassion he rarely showed...
As a man who had neither wife nor child, he could hardly imagine what to felt like to be standing on the brink of gaining so much at the risk of so much more, without any power to sway the Fates one way or the other...
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"He is to be our guest for the foreseeable future, Athanasia."
The voice was calm and without blame or inflection but by its very nature and content revealed nothing that actually answered Asia's question, indicating that such details were not her business. Having liaised with the captain of the ship and with Nike over the schedule needed for the journey and the plans set in place in case they were followed, Vangelis had returned to the back of the ship just a few steps behind his sister. His words were neither rude nor curt. They were simple and pointed. He was not about to give his sister details into a plan that was technically treason against the Peace Treaty between the three Grecian kingdoms. The less she knew of it, the better.
"The King, his wife and his sister-in-law are to journeying with us to Midas, where they shall be staying in our home until a manor of their own can be acquired." He spoke so calmly, as if this were a simple vacation for the leaders of Taengea.
When a cry from below decks caught his sister's attention momentarily, Vangelis placed a large and imposing hand upon the young woman's shoulder.
"Do not go below deck, sister mine." He told her, again without rudeness or arrogance but a clear tone of order and command. "There are enough hands to aid the Queen and the spaces below are small. Too many bodies would be detrimental." Not to mention the fact that if Athanasia witnessed the live birth of another human being it was likely to have a detrimental effect on whether she would ever wish to be married. Vangelis had only ever seen horses and cattle born - not a human. But he was willing to believe, from the little he had been told by his mother, that the process was more or less the same and not something any man should witness if he ever wanted to hold the desire to procreate further.
Speaking of...
Vangelis turned his attention to the father-to-be. As with most men of their rank and position - not to mention historical upbringing - Stephanos was staying well away from the birth in the quarters below. But the white marks upon each of his knuckles and the tension that radiated across his shoulders and down his back suggested that he was not happy with his position of inactivity and impotence.
"Which ails you most...?" Vangelis offered his friend... He moved to stand beside Stephanos, his hip braced on the side of the ship, his body turned back towards the open deck and his sister. "What we leave behind us or what lies below us?" Whilst Vangelis' tone of voice could never be called soft, his throat always sounding like the brush of leather over gravel, the quieter volume and slow choice of words indicated a compassion he rarely showed...
As a man who had neither wife nor child, he could hardly imagine what to felt like to be standing on the brink of gaining so much at the risk of so much more, without any power to sway the Fates one way or the other...
"He is to be our guest for the foreseeable future, Athanasia."
The voice was calm and without blame or inflection but by its very nature and content revealed nothing that actually answered Asia's question, indicating that such details were not her business. Having liaised with the captain of the ship and with Nike over the schedule needed for the journey and the plans set in place in case they were followed, Vangelis had returned to the back of the ship just a few steps behind his sister. His words were neither rude nor curt. They were simple and pointed. He was not about to give his sister details into a plan that was technically treason against the Peace Treaty between the three Grecian kingdoms. The less she knew of it, the better.
"The King, his wife and his sister-in-law are to journeying with us to Midas, where they shall be staying in our home until a manor of their own can be acquired." He spoke so calmly, as if this were a simple vacation for the leaders of Taengea.
When a cry from below decks caught his sister's attention momentarily, Vangelis placed a large and imposing hand upon the young woman's shoulder.
"Do not go below deck, sister mine." He told her, again without rudeness or arrogance but a clear tone of order and command. "There are enough hands to aid the Queen and the spaces below are small. Too many bodies would be detrimental." Not to mention the fact that if Athanasia witnessed the live birth of another human being it was likely to have a detrimental effect on whether she would ever wish to be married. Vangelis had only ever seen horses and cattle born - not a human. But he was willing to believe, from the little he had been told by his mother, that the process was more or less the same and not something any man should witness if he ever wanted to hold the desire to procreate further.
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Vangelis turned his attention to the father-to-be. As with most men of their rank and position - not to mention historical upbringing - Stephanos was staying well away from the birth in the quarters below. But the white marks upon each of his knuckles and the tension that radiated across his shoulders and down his back suggested that he was not happy with his position of inactivity and impotence.
"Which ails you most...?" Vangelis offered his friend... He moved to stand beside Stephanos, his hip braced on the side of the ship, his body turned back towards the open deck and his sister. "What we leave behind us or what lies below us?" Whilst Vangelis' tone of voice could never be called soft, his throat always sounding like the brush of leather over gravel, the quieter volume and slow choice of words indicated a compassion he rarely showed...
As a man who had neither wife nor child, he could hardly imagine what to felt like to be standing on the brink of gaining so much at the risk of so much more, without any power to sway the Fates one way or the other...
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As the birth of Stephanos and Olympia's first child progresses, the head of the baby comes into view. A light tangle of dark brown hair that might be golden once dry can be spotted before the Queen of Taengea pushes down hard. At the birth of the child's head, the babe makes no noise as a fleshy cord can be seen wrapped around the child's neck...
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As the birth of Stephanos and Olympia's first child progresses, the head of the baby comes into view. A light tangle of dark brown hair that might be golden once dry can be spotted before the Queen of Taengea pushes down hard. At the birth of the child's head, the babe makes no noise as a fleshy cord can be seen wrapped around the child's neck...
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As the birth of Stephanos and Olympia's first child progresses, the head of the baby comes into view. A light tangle of dark brown hair that might be golden once dry can be spotted before the Queen of Taengea pushes down hard. At the birth of the child's head, the babe makes no noise as a fleshy cord can be seen wrapped around the child's neck...
She felt as if she couldn’t cry or scream anymore, yet from the sweat on her brow her eyes still stung from salt. As exhausted as she was she couldn’t stay still, shifting from her back to side until she was on all fours, her sister’s encouragement and attempts to calm her the only small source of reassurance. Time felt impossibly slow and she couldn’t tell if it had been hours or minutes when she finally collapsed on her back once again.
The sound of the door barely registered though she managed to look over at Imeeya with eyes glazed in misery and pain. This was all wrong, her mother and Desma should be here, they should be in comfort in the palace. Perhaps if she squeezed her eyes shut hard enough this nightmare would vanish and she could finally have some peace.
Selene’s triumphant cry that her son was almost here gave her a small burst of desperate energy, body at its breaking point until finally the head of her child emerged. It was almost relief for a moment before her body contracted without permission and there was a never ending excruciating pain before suddenly it was over. Struggling to catch her breath, she waited to hear him cry, unsure why the time felt so long or why she suddenly felt so cold.
“Let me see him..”
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She felt as if she couldn’t cry or scream anymore, yet from the sweat on her brow her eyes still stung from salt. As exhausted as she was she couldn’t stay still, shifting from her back to side until she was on all fours, her sister’s encouragement and attempts to calm her the only small source of reassurance. Time felt impossibly slow and she couldn’t tell if it had been hours or minutes when she finally collapsed on her back once again.
The sound of the door barely registered though she managed to look over at Imeeya with eyes glazed in misery and pain. This was all wrong, her mother and Desma should be here, they should be in comfort in the palace. Perhaps if she squeezed her eyes shut hard enough this nightmare would vanish and she could finally have some peace.
Selene’s triumphant cry that her son was almost here gave her a small burst of desperate energy, body at its breaking point until finally the head of her child emerged. It was almost relief for a moment before her body contracted without permission and there was a never ending excruciating pain before suddenly it was over. Struggling to catch her breath, she waited to hear him cry, unsure why the time felt so long or why she suddenly felt so cold.
“Let me see him..”
She felt as if she couldn’t cry or scream anymore, yet from the sweat on her brow her eyes still stung from salt. As exhausted as she was she couldn’t stay still, shifting from her back to side until she was on all fours, her sister’s encouragement and attempts to calm her the only small source of reassurance. Time felt impossibly slow and she couldn’t tell if it had been hours or minutes when she finally collapsed on her back once again.
The sound of the door barely registered though she managed to look over at Imeeya with eyes glazed in misery and pain. This was all wrong, her mother and Desma should be here, they should be in comfort in the palace. Perhaps if she squeezed her eyes shut hard enough this nightmare would vanish and she could finally have some peace.
Selene’s triumphant cry that her son was almost here gave her a small burst of desperate energy, body at its breaking point until finally the head of her child emerged. It was almost relief for a moment before her body contracted without permission and there was a never ending excruciating pain before suddenly it was over. Struggling to catch her breath, she waited to hear him cry, unsure why the time felt so long or why she suddenly felt so cold.
“Let me see him..”
The eldest was genuinely excited for it to happen. While up until this point, her nerves had been almost too overwhelming to bear, they seemed to melt away at the sight of blonde hair— a very good sign to those who might doubt the child’s lineage. There was no need for encouraging words past that point because her sister seemed to be ready to do what woman had been doing since the beginning.
Her face was alight with the relief in knowing that they were almost done.
As she bared down, as she pushed the child out of the opening, Selene couldn’t help but note the lack of sound coming from the babe. Each child was different, she reasoned with herself. She vaguely remembered how quickly her sister’s all came into the world, full of lusty cries in search of comfort in the new world. Had it taken this long? As the face appeared, she couldn’t remember seeing a child so… blue before. The contrast between the dark curls of Pia’s mount, the light curls of the baby’s hair and the deep purplish blue of the child’s face was startling. She was sure she had only ever seen the colors in one of Imma’s paintings.
Striking, but terrifyingly beautiful.
As the push revealed a thick rope of purple, pulsing against it all, Selene almost cried out for her to stop. The babe was hanging itself on its own lifeline. There wasn’t even a panicked moment to look up at Imeeya for further assistance. Would it be instinctual? Could she do this? She certainly didn’t remember any of her sisters coming out with a cord around their necks. Her hands were already close to catch the baby as it fell from her. And without much thought, her hand moved between the cord and the baby’s neck, gently slipping it over the purple and the curls so that it was no longer choking the little thing.
It was just in time, for a breath later, the child slipped into the world with not a cry. As her sister’s body collapsed onto the bed, Selene stared at the silent child. She didn’t even have a chance to look at the genitals to confirm the gender, with a moment, she glanced up at Imeeya, sheer horror and panic covering her face. And yet, her sister could not see it. “A moment, sister. Let me clean up.” Scooping up the babe, low so the cord didn’t tug further, she was praying quietly in her mind, begging the Gods to save the babe. Taking the blood soaked bedding, she began to rub the child, as if somehow the warming motion would bring it back.
The chest fall was slow, low and barely present. And yet, the pulsing cord was still going. Midwives had praised that, hadn’t they? The baby could survive attached to the mother, right? But the pulsing was fading as another contraction came. “You still must push, sister. The afterbirth must follow.” Allow her to be distracted by that, all the while her eyes kept glancing up to Imeeya, as if she might have an answer. She didn’t know what to do, dropping low to the bed, her body on the infant warming it, rubbing her hands all over its body.
And in the silence of the room, she waited for a wail.
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The eldest was genuinely excited for it to happen. While up until this point, her nerves had been almost too overwhelming to bear, they seemed to melt away at the sight of blonde hair— a very good sign to those who might doubt the child’s lineage. There was no need for encouraging words past that point because her sister seemed to be ready to do what woman had been doing since the beginning.
Her face was alight with the relief in knowing that they were almost done.
As she bared down, as she pushed the child out of the opening, Selene couldn’t help but note the lack of sound coming from the babe. Each child was different, she reasoned with herself. She vaguely remembered how quickly her sister’s all came into the world, full of lusty cries in search of comfort in the new world. Had it taken this long? As the face appeared, she couldn’t remember seeing a child so… blue before. The contrast between the dark curls of Pia’s mount, the light curls of the baby’s hair and the deep purplish blue of the child’s face was startling. She was sure she had only ever seen the colors in one of Imma’s paintings.
Striking, but terrifyingly beautiful.
As the push revealed a thick rope of purple, pulsing against it all, Selene almost cried out for her to stop. The babe was hanging itself on its own lifeline. There wasn’t even a panicked moment to look up at Imeeya for further assistance. Would it be instinctual? Could she do this? She certainly didn’t remember any of her sisters coming out with a cord around their necks. Her hands were already close to catch the baby as it fell from her. And without much thought, her hand moved between the cord and the baby’s neck, gently slipping it over the purple and the curls so that it was no longer choking the little thing.
It was just in time, for a breath later, the child slipped into the world with not a cry. As her sister’s body collapsed onto the bed, Selene stared at the silent child. She didn’t even have a chance to look at the genitals to confirm the gender, with a moment, she glanced up at Imeeya, sheer horror and panic covering her face. And yet, her sister could not see it. “A moment, sister. Let me clean up.” Scooping up the babe, low so the cord didn’t tug further, she was praying quietly in her mind, begging the Gods to save the babe. Taking the blood soaked bedding, she began to rub the child, as if somehow the warming motion would bring it back.
The chest fall was slow, low and barely present. And yet, the pulsing cord was still going. Midwives had praised that, hadn’t they? The baby could survive attached to the mother, right? But the pulsing was fading as another contraction came. “You still must push, sister. The afterbirth must follow.” Allow her to be distracted by that, all the while her eyes kept glancing up to Imeeya, as if she might have an answer. She didn’t know what to do, dropping low to the bed, her body on the infant warming it, rubbing her hands all over its body.
And in the silence of the room, she waited for a wail.
The eldest was genuinely excited for it to happen. While up until this point, her nerves had been almost too overwhelming to bear, they seemed to melt away at the sight of blonde hair— a very good sign to those who might doubt the child’s lineage. There was no need for encouraging words past that point because her sister seemed to be ready to do what woman had been doing since the beginning.
Her face was alight with the relief in knowing that they were almost done.
As she bared down, as she pushed the child out of the opening, Selene couldn’t help but note the lack of sound coming from the babe. Each child was different, she reasoned with herself. She vaguely remembered how quickly her sister’s all came into the world, full of lusty cries in search of comfort in the new world. Had it taken this long? As the face appeared, she couldn’t remember seeing a child so… blue before. The contrast between the dark curls of Pia’s mount, the light curls of the baby’s hair and the deep purplish blue of the child’s face was startling. She was sure she had only ever seen the colors in one of Imma’s paintings.
Striking, but terrifyingly beautiful.
As the push revealed a thick rope of purple, pulsing against it all, Selene almost cried out for her to stop. The babe was hanging itself on its own lifeline. There wasn’t even a panicked moment to look up at Imeeya for further assistance. Would it be instinctual? Could she do this? She certainly didn’t remember any of her sisters coming out with a cord around their necks. Her hands were already close to catch the baby as it fell from her. And without much thought, her hand moved between the cord and the baby’s neck, gently slipping it over the purple and the curls so that it was no longer choking the little thing.
It was just in time, for a breath later, the child slipped into the world with not a cry. As her sister’s body collapsed onto the bed, Selene stared at the silent child. She didn’t even have a chance to look at the genitals to confirm the gender, with a moment, she glanced up at Imeeya, sheer horror and panic covering her face. And yet, her sister could not see it. “A moment, sister. Let me clean up.” Scooping up the babe, low so the cord didn’t tug further, she was praying quietly in her mind, begging the Gods to save the babe. Taking the blood soaked bedding, she began to rub the child, as if somehow the warming motion would bring it back.
The chest fall was slow, low and barely present. And yet, the pulsing cord was still going. Midwives had praised that, hadn’t they? The baby could survive attached to the mother, right? But the pulsing was fading as another contraction came. “You still must push, sister. The afterbirth must follow.” Allow her to be distracted by that, all the while her eyes kept glancing up to Imeeya, as if she might have an answer. She didn’t know what to do, dropping low to the bed, her body on the infant warming it, rubbing her hands all over its body.
And in the silence of the room, she waited for a wail.
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Imeeya wasn’t even sure where she would go on the ship to find the hot water and wine that Selene had requested, but she headed toward the door anyway. She was sure she’d be able to figure it out. But at that moment, Selene announced that the baby was coming, and she turned back in case her help might be needed. As she watched she saw the head of the baby emerge from what seemed like an impossibly small opening. How could this be what happened when a woman gave birth? Imeeya couldn’t take her eyes away as the queen pushed again and the head emerged fully with what looked like a pulsing cord around its neck, the face a bluish purple.
Imeeya didn’t know enough to know what was or wasn’t normal, but she had never seen a baby that color before. It was just one more push and then the baby was completely born, but it didn’t appear to be moving. The look that Selene shot to her, indicated that this wasn’t normal. Still, she didn’t know what to do to improve things. Or did she? Selene had asked earlier for hot water and wine, perhaps that would make things better. “I’ll go let the others know?” Imeeya suggested to Selene, it was half question half statement, as she turned without waiting for a confirmation to leave.
Imeeya walked up the steps to the deck only to find several people gathered there awaiting the news. She was still worried about the state of the child, and her expression wasn’t as happy as one might have expected from someone announcing the birth of a prince or princess. “The baby has been born, just a few moments ago,” Imeeya announced to those gathered around on the deck. She waited for a moment just to allow for time for the news to sink in, then she remembered what she had been sent to get in the first place. “I could also use some hot water and wine to bring back,” she added still hoping she could do something useful for the worrying state of the baby. That, at least, she wasn’t going to announce in front of everyone. She wasn’t even entirely sure how worried she should be about it, so no reason to worry the others unnecessarily.
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Imeeya wasn’t even sure where she would go on the ship to find the hot water and wine that Selene had requested, but she headed toward the door anyway. She was sure she’d be able to figure it out. But at that moment, Selene announced that the baby was coming, and she turned back in case her help might be needed. As she watched she saw the head of the baby emerge from what seemed like an impossibly small opening. How could this be what happened when a woman gave birth? Imeeya couldn’t take her eyes away as the queen pushed again and the head emerged fully with what looked like a pulsing cord around its neck, the face a bluish purple.
Imeeya didn’t know enough to know what was or wasn’t normal, but she had never seen a baby that color before. It was just one more push and then the baby was completely born, but it didn’t appear to be moving. The look that Selene shot to her, indicated that this wasn’t normal. Still, she didn’t know what to do to improve things. Or did she? Selene had asked earlier for hot water and wine, perhaps that would make things better. “I’ll go let the others know?” Imeeya suggested to Selene, it was half question half statement, as she turned without waiting for a confirmation to leave.
Imeeya walked up the steps to the deck only to find several people gathered there awaiting the news. She was still worried about the state of the child, and her expression wasn’t as happy as one might have expected from someone announcing the birth of a prince or princess. “The baby has been born, just a few moments ago,” Imeeya announced to those gathered around on the deck. She waited for a moment just to allow for time for the news to sink in, then she remembered what she had been sent to get in the first place. “I could also use some hot water and wine to bring back,” she added still hoping she could do something useful for the worrying state of the baby. That, at least, she wasn’t going to announce in front of everyone. She wasn’t even entirely sure how worried she should be about it, so no reason to worry the others unnecessarily.
Imeeya wasn’t even sure where she would go on the ship to find the hot water and wine that Selene had requested, but she headed toward the door anyway. She was sure she’d be able to figure it out. But at that moment, Selene announced that the baby was coming, and she turned back in case her help might be needed. As she watched she saw the head of the baby emerge from what seemed like an impossibly small opening. How could this be what happened when a woman gave birth? Imeeya couldn’t take her eyes away as the queen pushed again and the head emerged fully with what looked like a pulsing cord around its neck, the face a bluish purple.
Imeeya didn’t know enough to know what was or wasn’t normal, but she had never seen a baby that color before. It was just one more push and then the baby was completely born, but it didn’t appear to be moving. The look that Selene shot to her, indicated that this wasn’t normal. Still, she didn’t know what to do to improve things. Or did she? Selene had asked earlier for hot water and wine, perhaps that would make things better. “I’ll go let the others know?” Imeeya suggested to Selene, it was half question half statement, as she turned without waiting for a confirmation to leave.
Imeeya walked up the steps to the deck only to find several people gathered there awaiting the news. She was still worried about the state of the child, and her expression wasn’t as happy as one might have expected from someone announcing the birth of a prince or princess. “The baby has been born, just a few moments ago,” Imeeya announced to those gathered around on the deck. She waited for a moment just to allow for time for the news to sink in, then she remembered what she had been sent to get in the first place. “I could also use some hot water and wine to bring back,” she added still hoping she could do something useful for the worrying state of the baby. That, at least, she wasn’t going to announce in front of everyone. She wasn’t even entirely sure how worried she should be about it, so no reason to worry the others unnecessarily.
“If I did have plans,” Athanasia replied, trying to make sense of the King's presence on the ship, “they are not as important as getting you away from Taengea. I'm glad you escaped.” Now she knew why they had left in such secrecy in the middle of the night. Vangelis must have planned this and smuggled King Stephanos out of the palace where he was being held for the murder of his father and brother.
“Is …?” The question she was about to ask was interrupted by a scream from below decks. Imeeya? Had something happened to her cousin? No, it was Queen Olympia and her husband's explanation answered the inquiry that had yet to escape from the princess' lips. Her eyes widened. A ship was not the ideal place to have a baby. Had they had enough time to bring a midwife with them?
Before she could say anything further, she heard her brother's voice and turned toward him as he elaborated on the situation she now found herself in. “You got them out, didn't you? Lady Selene is here too?” She couldn't imagine that one of the Queen's younger sisters would have accompanied her. After the baby was born, she hoped that they would have time to speak together before the journey ended.
She lifted her eyes and held Vang's gaze. “What is Father going to say about this? What if he demands that they be sent back because of the possible political repercussions?” Knowing Vangelis, he had thought everything through even though there had not been much time. He had always been good at thinking on his feet.
She turned to Stephanos. “You didn't do it, did you? You were framed by your uncle.” The young princess had not been there when Prince Irakles had accused him, but she had heard about it. She didn't know the King well, but it seemed impossible to her that he would have done such a horrendous thing. Irakles had most likely backed the Creed and hired them to do his dirty work for him.
Another cry pierced the air. Athanasia's gaze fell to the planks beneath her feet and she felt Vangelis' hand upon her shoulder, gentle but firm. He didn't want her to go and help the Queen, not that she had the slightest intention of doing so. She had no desire to see a baby being born. “Don't worry, dear brother. I know I would only get in the way. I would rather stay up here with you.”
Vang spoke to Stephanos then, and Athanasia turned toward the railing as she waited for his answer, resting her arms upon it and looking out to sea and the rapidly vanishing coastline. A cooling breeze ruffled her long auburn-gold hair and she offered a quick prayer to Hera for the safety of Queen Olympia and her child.
And it seemed that her prayer was answered because Imeeya appeared and announced that the baby had been born. So that's where she had gone. She must have been awakened by the Queen's wails too. Athanasia turned back around “Is it a prince or a princess?” she asked her cousin. “If you'd like, I can help you collect what you need.”
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“If I did have plans,” Athanasia replied, trying to make sense of the King's presence on the ship, “they are not as important as getting you away from Taengea. I'm glad you escaped.” Now she knew why they had left in such secrecy in the middle of the night. Vangelis must have planned this and smuggled King Stephanos out of the palace where he was being held for the murder of his father and brother.
“Is …?” The question she was about to ask was interrupted by a scream from below decks. Imeeya? Had something happened to her cousin? No, it was Queen Olympia and her husband's explanation answered the inquiry that had yet to escape from the princess' lips. Her eyes widened. A ship was not the ideal place to have a baby. Had they had enough time to bring a midwife with them?
Before she could say anything further, she heard her brother's voice and turned toward him as he elaborated on the situation she now found herself in. “You got them out, didn't you? Lady Selene is here too?” She couldn't imagine that one of the Queen's younger sisters would have accompanied her. After the baby was born, she hoped that they would have time to speak together before the journey ended.
She lifted her eyes and held Vang's gaze. “What is Father going to say about this? What if he demands that they be sent back because of the possible political repercussions?” Knowing Vangelis, he had thought everything through even though there had not been much time. He had always been good at thinking on his feet.
She turned to Stephanos. “You didn't do it, did you? You were framed by your uncle.” The young princess had not been there when Prince Irakles had accused him, but she had heard about it. She didn't know the King well, but it seemed impossible to her that he would have done such a horrendous thing. Irakles had most likely backed the Creed and hired them to do his dirty work for him.
Another cry pierced the air. Athanasia's gaze fell to the planks beneath her feet and she felt Vangelis' hand upon her shoulder, gentle but firm. He didn't want her to go and help the Queen, not that she had the slightest intention of doing so. She had no desire to see a baby being born. “Don't worry, dear brother. I know I would only get in the way. I would rather stay up here with you.”
Vang spoke to Stephanos then, and Athanasia turned toward the railing as she waited for his answer, resting her arms upon it and looking out to sea and the rapidly vanishing coastline. A cooling breeze ruffled her long auburn-gold hair and she offered a quick prayer to Hera for the safety of Queen Olympia and her child.
And it seemed that her prayer was answered because Imeeya appeared and announced that the baby had been born. So that's where she had gone. She must have been awakened by the Queen's wails too. Athanasia turned back around “Is it a prince or a princess?” she asked her cousin. “If you'd like, I can help you collect what you need.”
“If I did have plans,” Athanasia replied, trying to make sense of the King's presence on the ship, “they are not as important as getting you away from Taengea. I'm glad you escaped.” Now she knew why they had left in such secrecy in the middle of the night. Vangelis must have planned this and smuggled King Stephanos out of the palace where he was being held for the murder of his father and brother.
“Is …?” The question she was about to ask was interrupted by a scream from below decks. Imeeya? Had something happened to her cousin? No, it was Queen Olympia and her husband's explanation answered the inquiry that had yet to escape from the princess' lips. Her eyes widened. A ship was not the ideal place to have a baby. Had they had enough time to bring a midwife with them?
Before she could say anything further, she heard her brother's voice and turned toward him as he elaborated on the situation she now found herself in. “You got them out, didn't you? Lady Selene is here too?” She couldn't imagine that one of the Queen's younger sisters would have accompanied her. After the baby was born, she hoped that they would have time to speak together before the journey ended.
She lifted her eyes and held Vang's gaze. “What is Father going to say about this? What if he demands that they be sent back because of the possible political repercussions?” Knowing Vangelis, he had thought everything through even though there had not been much time. He had always been good at thinking on his feet.
She turned to Stephanos. “You didn't do it, did you? You were framed by your uncle.” The young princess had not been there when Prince Irakles had accused him, but she had heard about it. She didn't know the King well, but it seemed impossible to her that he would have done such a horrendous thing. Irakles had most likely backed the Creed and hired them to do his dirty work for him.
Another cry pierced the air. Athanasia's gaze fell to the planks beneath her feet and she felt Vangelis' hand upon her shoulder, gentle but firm. He didn't want her to go and help the Queen, not that she had the slightest intention of doing so. She had no desire to see a baby being born. “Don't worry, dear brother. I know I would only get in the way. I would rather stay up here with you.”
Vang spoke to Stephanos then, and Athanasia turned toward the railing as she waited for his answer, resting her arms upon it and looking out to sea and the rapidly vanishing coastline. A cooling breeze ruffled her long auburn-gold hair and she offered a quick prayer to Hera for the safety of Queen Olympia and her child.
And it seemed that her prayer was answered because Imeeya appeared and announced that the baby had been born. So that's where she had gone. She must have been awakened by the Queen's wails too. Athanasia turned back around “Is it a prince or a princess?” she asked her cousin. “If you'd like, I can help you collect what you need.”