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The doors to the arcus swung shut heavily behind him, and the Lord Mikaelidas stepped out, surprised to see so many people still milling about. He supposed he should not have been, there had been drama enough to keeps tongue wagging far into the night. Absently, he ran a hand through his hair, cast his eyes about those nobles who stood in small groups, talking in hushed murmurs. He felt exhausted.
He had known there was something afoot, that his father planned to table something significant at this session, but never would he have guessed at what had been done. And such was his shock that his father’s warning of the day before had not been enough,he had not voted in favour of the King’s imprisonment, and now Achilleas was starting to realise the impact such a decision might have.
As he thought back on the conversation with the Prince, he realised how explicit his father had been in his instructions - much easier to pinpoint now he understood the context. And yet Achilleas could not in good conscience go along with sentencing his cousin to imprisonment on such outlandish claims. He knew the man, could not believe he had the motivation for such treachery. But he knew his show of solidarity would not come without cost.
Having gone to his father’s side after Stephanos’ furious outburst and attack, Irakles had spared him barely a glance, and it had taken all Achilleas had not to shy away from the cold front he could feel coming his way. But he had played the part of dutiful son as he always did, and it was only now, away from the flurry of activity that had surrounded the prince, away from his brother who somehow managed to remain flippant, that Achilleas could take a breath and begin to try and absorb all that had transpired.
The Lord was not oblivious to the glances being cast his way, and he wished for a moment that he had chosen to head straight home from the palace. But his horse was here, and honestly he had wanted an excuse to escape his father and brother, needed some time alone to clear his head. And now he straightened his shoulders and prepared himself to run the gauntlet across the grounds of the arcus and to the stables. He had no wish to listen to others’ speculation, to let it muddy his own thoughts which were already tangled and confused. So he walked, looking dead ahead, striding purposefully onwards and giving as little invitation to conversation as he thought was possible.
He made it to his horse successfully, and thought he was safe, his escape nearly made. His expression had clearly been enough to ward off those lesser lords who might have pressed the Mikaelidas heir for gossip or further insight into the afternoon’s events, and Achilleas let out a long breath as he gathered the reins in his hands and prepared to mount.
Which is why when he heard his name being called, the lord froze, closed his eyes momentarily as if he hoped he had imagined it. But the sound of approaching footsteps made it clear he had not, and so Achilleas grit his teeth and turned to see whomever hailed him, fully prepared to dismiss them out of hand.
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The doors to the arcus swung shut heavily behind him, and the Lord Mikaelidas stepped out, surprised to see so many people still milling about. He supposed he should not have been, there had been drama enough to keeps tongue wagging far into the night. Absently, he ran a hand through his hair, cast his eyes about those nobles who stood in small groups, talking in hushed murmurs. He felt exhausted.
He had known there was something afoot, that his father planned to table something significant at this session, but never would he have guessed at what had been done. And such was his shock that his father’s warning of the day before had not been enough,he had not voted in favour of the King’s imprisonment, and now Achilleas was starting to realise the impact such a decision might have.
As he thought back on the conversation with the Prince, he realised how explicit his father had been in his instructions - much easier to pinpoint now he understood the context. And yet Achilleas could not in good conscience go along with sentencing his cousin to imprisonment on such outlandish claims. He knew the man, could not believe he had the motivation for such treachery. But he knew his show of solidarity would not come without cost.
Having gone to his father’s side after Stephanos’ furious outburst and attack, Irakles had spared him barely a glance, and it had taken all Achilleas had not to shy away from the cold front he could feel coming his way. But he had played the part of dutiful son as he always did, and it was only now, away from the flurry of activity that had surrounded the prince, away from his brother who somehow managed to remain flippant, that Achilleas could take a breath and begin to try and absorb all that had transpired.
The Lord was not oblivious to the glances being cast his way, and he wished for a moment that he had chosen to head straight home from the palace. But his horse was here, and honestly he had wanted an excuse to escape his father and brother, needed some time alone to clear his head. And now he straightened his shoulders and prepared himself to run the gauntlet across the grounds of the arcus and to the stables. He had no wish to listen to others’ speculation, to let it muddy his own thoughts which were already tangled and confused. So he walked, looking dead ahead, striding purposefully onwards and giving as little invitation to conversation as he thought was possible.
He made it to his horse successfully, and thought he was safe, his escape nearly made. His expression had clearly been enough to ward off those lesser lords who might have pressed the Mikaelidas heir for gossip or further insight into the afternoon’s events, and Achilleas let out a long breath as he gathered the reins in his hands and prepared to mount.
Which is why when he heard his name being called, the lord froze, closed his eyes momentarily as if he hoped he had imagined it. But the sound of approaching footsteps made it clear he had not, and so Achilleas grit his teeth and turned to see whomever hailed him, fully prepared to dismiss them out of hand.
The doors to the arcus swung shut heavily behind him, and the Lord Mikaelidas stepped out, surprised to see so many people still milling about. He supposed he should not have been, there had been drama enough to keeps tongue wagging far into the night. Absently, he ran a hand through his hair, cast his eyes about those nobles who stood in small groups, talking in hushed murmurs. He felt exhausted.
He had known there was something afoot, that his father planned to table something significant at this session, but never would he have guessed at what had been done. And such was his shock that his father’s warning of the day before had not been enough,he had not voted in favour of the King’s imprisonment, and now Achilleas was starting to realise the impact such a decision might have.
As he thought back on the conversation with the Prince, he realised how explicit his father had been in his instructions - much easier to pinpoint now he understood the context. And yet Achilleas could not in good conscience go along with sentencing his cousin to imprisonment on such outlandish claims. He knew the man, could not believe he had the motivation for such treachery. But he knew his show of solidarity would not come without cost.
Having gone to his father’s side after Stephanos’ furious outburst and attack, Irakles had spared him barely a glance, and it had taken all Achilleas had not to shy away from the cold front he could feel coming his way. But he had played the part of dutiful son as he always did, and it was only now, away from the flurry of activity that had surrounded the prince, away from his brother who somehow managed to remain flippant, that Achilleas could take a breath and begin to try and absorb all that had transpired.
The Lord was not oblivious to the glances being cast his way, and he wished for a moment that he had chosen to head straight home from the palace. But his horse was here, and honestly he had wanted an excuse to escape his father and brother, needed some time alone to clear his head. And now he straightened his shoulders and prepared himself to run the gauntlet across the grounds of the arcus and to the stables. He had no wish to listen to others’ speculation, to let it muddy his own thoughts which were already tangled and confused. So he walked, looking dead ahead, striding purposefully onwards and giving as little invitation to conversation as he thought was possible.
He made it to his horse successfully, and thought he was safe, his escape nearly made. His expression had clearly been enough to ward off those lesser lords who might have pressed the Mikaelidas heir for gossip or further insight into the afternoon’s events, and Achilleas let out a long breath as he gathered the reins in his hands and prepared to mount.
Which is why when he heard his name being called, the lord froze, closed his eyes momentarily as if he hoped he had imagined it. But the sound of approaching footsteps made it clear he had not, and so Achilleas grit his teeth and turned to see whomever hailed him, fully prepared to dismiss them out of hand.
Imeeya was glad that she had taken the time to gather with the other women outside the Senate meeting. As true as she had found it to be in her own country that this was the second-best place to be to hear the goings-on, she had found it to be doubly true here. In fact, Imeeya couldn’t remember there being such a drama-filled senate meeting since she had become old enough to start taking on her own duties as Baroness and had waited intently for any news of what was happening from her steward, Chares. After the Senate, the people leaving had been all atwitter about the scandal that had gone on inside. She herself had seen the king being dragged off.
Finally, the people gathered had begun to disperse. The show was over, they could go back to their own homes and gossip about it there. Imeeya, on the other hand, chose to stay around a bit longer. She knew that sometimes the most interesting information could come from the people who didn’t think that anyone was left around to hear. It was then that she spotted Prince Achilleas heading for the stables. He didn’t look too pleased, nor particularly friendly as he walked and Imeeya couldn’t say she blamed him after what she had heard transpired. Many of those talking spoke of how he had not supported his father’s motion for the king’s arrest. Perhaps it wasn’t the best time to start a conversation but Imeeya was dying of curiosity to have those rumors confirmed.
She watched the Prince enter the stable then quietly followed after him, hoping to catch him while he was still inside. The privacy of the building would shield them from anyone who might care to listen on. Imeeya had underestimated the speed at which Achilleas could prepare his horse for riding, and found that he was ready to mount his horse when she entered. “Prince Achilleas,” Imeeya called to him as he turned around. “I apologize that we have yet to be introduced, only I noticed that you seemed upset, and I was wondering if there was anything I might be able to do to help.” It wasn’t the best excuse to talk to him, but it was the only one that she could come up with him on the spur of the moment. Admitting that she wanted more information directly from the prince himself didn’t seem like it would get her that far.
“I’m Lady Imeeya of Drakos, from Colchis,” Imeeya introduced herself to the Prince. “It’s not a proper introduction, I know, but it’ll have to do.” While Imeeya did like to present herself well, she had always thought that having to have someone else doing her introductions was a silly rule. Hopefully, the prince would see it the same way or at least be willing to excuse her boldness. Not that Imeeya thought that her boldness was anything that needed excusing.
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Imeeya was glad that she had taken the time to gather with the other women outside the Senate meeting. As true as she had found it to be in her own country that this was the second-best place to be to hear the goings-on, she had found it to be doubly true here. In fact, Imeeya couldn’t remember there being such a drama-filled senate meeting since she had become old enough to start taking on her own duties as Baroness and had waited intently for any news of what was happening from her steward, Chares. After the Senate, the people leaving had been all atwitter about the scandal that had gone on inside. She herself had seen the king being dragged off.
Finally, the people gathered had begun to disperse. The show was over, they could go back to their own homes and gossip about it there. Imeeya, on the other hand, chose to stay around a bit longer. She knew that sometimes the most interesting information could come from the people who didn’t think that anyone was left around to hear. It was then that she spotted Prince Achilleas heading for the stables. He didn’t look too pleased, nor particularly friendly as he walked and Imeeya couldn’t say she blamed him after what she had heard transpired. Many of those talking spoke of how he had not supported his father’s motion for the king’s arrest. Perhaps it wasn’t the best time to start a conversation but Imeeya was dying of curiosity to have those rumors confirmed.
She watched the Prince enter the stable then quietly followed after him, hoping to catch him while he was still inside. The privacy of the building would shield them from anyone who might care to listen on. Imeeya had underestimated the speed at which Achilleas could prepare his horse for riding, and found that he was ready to mount his horse when she entered. “Prince Achilleas,” Imeeya called to him as he turned around. “I apologize that we have yet to be introduced, only I noticed that you seemed upset, and I was wondering if there was anything I might be able to do to help.” It wasn’t the best excuse to talk to him, but it was the only one that she could come up with him on the spur of the moment. Admitting that she wanted more information directly from the prince himself didn’t seem like it would get her that far.
“I’m Lady Imeeya of Drakos, from Colchis,” Imeeya introduced herself to the Prince. “It’s not a proper introduction, I know, but it’ll have to do.” While Imeeya did like to present herself well, she had always thought that having to have someone else doing her introductions was a silly rule. Hopefully, the prince would see it the same way or at least be willing to excuse her boldness. Not that Imeeya thought that her boldness was anything that needed excusing.
Imeeya was glad that she had taken the time to gather with the other women outside the Senate meeting. As true as she had found it to be in her own country that this was the second-best place to be to hear the goings-on, she had found it to be doubly true here. In fact, Imeeya couldn’t remember there being such a drama-filled senate meeting since she had become old enough to start taking on her own duties as Baroness and had waited intently for any news of what was happening from her steward, Chares. After the Senate, the people leaving had been all atwitter about the scandal that had gone on inside. She herself had seen the king being dragged off.
Finally, the people gathered had begun to disperse. The show was over, they could go back to their own homes and gossip about it there. Imeeya, on the other hand, chose to stay around a bit longer. She knew that sometimes the most interesting information could come from the people who didn’t think that anyone was left around to hear. It was then that she spotted Prince Achilleas heading for the stables. He didn’t look too pleased, nor particularly friendly as he walked and Imeeya couldn’t say she blamed him after what she had heard transpired. Many of those talking spoke of how he had not supported his father’s motion for the king’s arrest. Perhaps it wasn’t the best time to start a conversation but Imeeya was dying of curiosity to have those rumors confirmed.
She watched the Prince enter the stable then quietly followed after him, hoping to catch him while he was still inside. The privacy of the building would shield them from anyone who might care to listen on. Imeeya had underestimated the speed at which Achilleas could prepare his horse for riding, and found that he was ready to mount his horse when she entered. “Prince Achilleas,” Imeeya called to him as he turned around. “I apologize that we have yet to be introduced, only I noticed that you seemed upset, and I was wondering if there was anything I might be able to do to help.” It wasn’t the best excuse to talk to him, but it was the only one that she could come up with him on the spur of the moment. Admitting that she wanted more information directly from the prince himself didn’t seem like it would get her that far.
“I’m Lady Imeeya of Drakos, from Colchis,” Imeeya introduced herself to the Prince. “It’s not a proper introduction, I know, but it’ll have to do.” While Imeeya did like to present herself well, she had always thought that having to have someone else doing her introductions was a silly rule. Hopefully, the prince would see it the same way or at least be willing to excuse her boldness. Not that Imeeya thought that her boldness was anything that needed excusing.
When Achilleas turned, his gaze came to rest upon an unfamiliar face, and though the lord hardly felt like being sociable. the dismissal that had sat upon his tongue did not materialise. Instead, he gave an almost imperceptible sigh and arranged his features into a more cordial expression.
He stood with one hand resting upon the neck of the dark bay horse, both man and steed standing taller than the girl. The Taengean lord settled blue eyes upon the newcomer, a little guarded and weary looking despite his efforts.
“Just Lord Achilleas, my Lady. It is my father who is the Prince, not me”
There was a momentary look of surprise at the young woman’s following words, where Achilleas remonstrated with himself for not having kept a better guard on his demeanour. The last thing he wanted was to add fuel to the gossip that would already be spreading like wildfire through the Taengean nobility. And he wondered exactly why this girl had taken it upon herself to come after him. Kind as it might be, he found it hard to believe that it was from any genuine place of care for his wellbeing. She did not know him after all.
“Merely a little tired” he answered, before remembering himself and offering the young woman a polite bow. “ But I thank you for the concern. And it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Imeeya.”
Despite his upset, the Lord Mikealidas was too well practiced to let all propriety slip. He was after all, a Lord of Taengea, and it would not do to let the cracks show to their visiting dignitaries. As he smiled at her, he was simultaneously considering exactly how he might paper over those cracks. As she had been outside the arcus it was unlikely that she did not already know of the dramas within, and that made him view her approach of him a little less receptively perhaps.
He cast a glance around them and then over her shoulder, one eyebrow raising as he realised she was unaccompanied, and had followed him into a quiet stable. “Who are you here with my Lady?” he enquired, distracted part way through by the irritable shifting of his horse who had thought them ready for the off and now shook his head and sidestepped.
Achilleas was forced to lean into the horses shoulder to stop himself being trodden on, and he gave the reins a jerk. Another glance at Imeeya and he decided that he would be unlikely to make as quick an escape as Amyntas might desire, and so the Lord backed the horse up and led him into the stall, fastening the door so he was less at risk of having a visiting Colchian noblewoman chomped on by his impatient stallion.
Then he turned back to the young woman, giving her his full attention. “You will forgive me - he is not one given to standing around.” Achilleas apologised for the interruption, before he waited for her to answer his question of before. Unless things were done differently in Colchis, he thought it a little naive of her to place herself in such a position with a stranger.His better judgement told him to walk her outside, though he realised that in doing so, he would be leaving himself open for others to approach him and the thought gave him pause
In the end though, it was etiquette that won out and Achilleas motioned toward the door. “I will not make you stand in a stable as we converse, my Lady. Please, allow me to escort you back to your party?”
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When Achilleas turned, his gaze came to rest upon an unfamiliar face, and though the lord hardly felt like being sociable. the dismissal that had sat upon his tongue did not materialise. Instead, he gave an almost imperceptible sigh and arranged his features into a more cordial expression.
He stood with one hand resting upon the neck of the dark bay horse, both man and steed standing taller than the girl. The Taengean lord settled blue eyes upon the newcomer, a little guarded and weary looking despite his efforts.
“Just Lord Achilleas, my Lady. It is my father who is the Prince, not me”
There was a momentary look of surprise at the young woman’s following words, where Achilleas remonstrated with himself for not having kept a better guard on his demeanour. The last thing he wanted was to add fuel to the gossip that would already be spreading like wildfire through the Taengean nobility. And he wondered exactly why this girl had taken it upon herself to come after him. Kind as it might be, he found it hard to believe that it was from any genuine place of care for his wellbeing. She did not know him after all.
“Merely a little tired” he answered, before remembering himself and offering the young woman a polite bow. “ But I thank you for the concern. And it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Imeeya.”
Despite his upset, the Lord Mikealidas was too well practiced to let all propriety slip. He was after all, a Lord of Taengea, and it would not do to let the cracks show to their visiting dignitaries. As he smiled at her, he was simultaneously considering exactly how he might paper over those cracks. As she had been outside the arcus it was unlikely that she did not already know of the dramas within, and that made him view her approach of him a little less receptively perhaps.
He cast a glance around them and then over her shoulder, one eyebrow raising as he realised she was unaccompanied, and had followed him into a quiet stable. “Who are you here with my Lady?” he enquired, distracted part way through by the irritable shifting of his horse who had thought them ready for the off and now shook his head and sidestepped.
Achilleas was forced to lean into the horses shoulder to stop himself being trodden on, and he gave the reins a jerk. Another glance at Imeeya and he decided that he would be unlikely to make as quick an escape as Amyntas might desire, and so the Lord backed the horse up and led him into the stall, fastening the door so he was less at risk of having a visiting Colchian noblewoman chomped on by his impatient stallion.
Then he turned back to the young woman, giving her his full attention. “You will forgive me - he is not one given to standing around.” Achilleas apologised for the interruption, before he waited for her to answer his question of before. Unless things were done differently in Colchis, he thought it a little naive of her to place herself in such a position with a stranger.His better judgement told him to walk her outside, though he realised that in doing so, he would be leaving himself open for others to approach him and the thought gave him pause
In the end though, it was etiquette that won out and Achilleas motioned toward the door. “I will not make you stand in a stable as we converse, my Lady. Please, allow me to escort you back to your party?”
When Achilleas turned, his gaze came to rest upon an unfamiliar face, and though the lord hardly felt like being sociable. the dismissal that had sat upon his tongue did not materialise. Instead, he gave an almost imperceptible sigh and arranged his features into a more cordial expression.
He stood with one hand resting upon the neck of the dark bay horse, both man and steed standing taller than the girl. The Taengean lord settled blue eyes upon the newcomer, a little guarded and weary looking despite his efforts.
“Just Lord Achilleas, my Lady. It is my father who is the Prince, not me”
There was a momentary look of surprise at the young woman’s following words, where Achilleas remonstrated with himself for not having kept a better guard on his demeanour. The last thing he wanted was to add fuel to the gossip that would already be spreading like wildfire through the Taengean nobility. And he wondered exactly why this girl had taken it upon herself to come after him. Kind as it might be, he found it hard to believe that it was from any genuine place of care for his wellbeing. She did not know him after all.
“Merely a little tired” he answered, before remembering himself and offering the young woman a polite bow. “ But I thank you for the concern. And it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Imeeya.”
Despite his upset, the Lord Mikealidas was too well practiced to let all propriety slip. He was after all, a Lord of Taengea, and it would not do to let the cracks show to their visiting dignitaries. As he smiled at her, he was simultaneously considering exactly how he might paper over those cracks. As she had been outside the arcus it was unlikely that she did not already know of the dramas within, and that made him view her approach of him a little less receptively perhaps.
He cast a glance around them and then over her shoulder, one eyebrow raising as he realised she was unaccompanied, and had followed him into a quiet stable. “Who are you here with my Lady?” he enquired, distracted part way through by the irritable shifting of his horse who had thought them ready for the off and now shook his head and sidestepped.
Achilleas was forced to lean into the horses shoulder to stop himself being trodden on, and he gave the reins a jerk. Another glance at Imeeya and he decided that he would be unlikely to make as quick an escape as Amyntas might desire, and so the Lord backed the horse up and led him into the stall, fastening the door so he was less at risk of having a visiting Colchian noblewoman chomped on by his impatient stallion.
Then he turned back to the young woman, giving her his full attention. “You will forgive me - he is not one given to standing around.” Achilleas apologised for the interruption, before he waited for her to answer his question of before. Unless things were done differently in Colchis, he thought it a little naive of her to place herself in such a position with a stranger.His better judgement told him to walk her outside, though he realised that in doing so, he would be leaving himself open for others to approach him and the thought gave him pause
In the end though, it was etiquette that won out and Achilleas motioned toward the door. “I will not make you stand in a stable as we converse, my Lady. Please, allow me to escort you back to your party?”
"Of course," was Imeeya's reply to the correction of Achilleas's title. It was a mistake she should have known better than to make. After all, Lord Achilleas was similarly related to the Taengean royal family as she was to the Colchian one, with her mother sister to the king, though she no longer bore the title princess since her marriage. Still, it was an easy mistake to make given the events of the senate. Her mother had certainly never attempted to wrest control of the country from King Tython.
Imeeya didn’t fully believe Achilleas when he said that he was merely tired. People who were much less closely tied to the events at the senate had much more emotional reactions than merely being tired. But it would have been impolite to call him out on that lie which had been brought out merely as a polite deflection. She was considering how she might politely find a way to talk about the things that he was clearly trying to paper over without appearing impolite when Achilles brought up the fact that she was unaccompanied. It was all Imeeya could do not to roll her eyes at him. What was it with this question? Everyone seemed so obsessed with the fact that she dared to go anywhere unaccompanied. If it wasn’t her mother, it was Xene, or Nike, or now Achilleas telling her that she should be going around with someone else.
“I’m not here with anyone,” Imeeya replied icily, her voice coming out with a harshness she had not intended. His innocent question taking the force of Imeeya’s anger towards all those who had asked a similar question of her. But she shut her mouth as he wrestled to put his horse back into his stall and offered to walk her back outside. Outside, there were people around who could overhear and she expected that would change any answers she might get out of Achilleas.
“As I’ve said, I’m here alone, so there’s no one for you escort me back to,” Imeeya reiterated, her temper a bit more under control, though the tone was still tense. “I assure you, I don’t mind conversing in the stable. It seems like a place that might be a bit more private from prying ears.” Imeeya wasn’t sure how far she could push this conversation, but she had promised that she might keep her ears open for Magnus. How could she resist the possibility to learn the reasoning behind the much talked about choice of Lord Achilleas not to vote for his own father’s proposal. Still, she couldn’t open with that, it seemed likely to scare him away.
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"Of course," was Imeeya's reply to the correction of Achilleas's title. It was a mistake she should have known better than to make. After all, Lord Achilleas was similarly related to the Taengean royal family as she was to the Colchian one, with her mother sister to the king, though she no longer bore the title princess since her marriage. Still, it was an easy mistake to make given the events of the senate. Her mother had certainly never attempted to wrest control of the country from King Tython.
Imeeya didn’t fully believe Achilleas when he said that he was merely tired. People who were much less closely tied to the events at the senate had much more emotional reactions than merely being tired. But it would have been impolite to call him out on that lie which had been brought out merely as a polite deflection. She was considering how she might politely find a way to talk about the things that he was clearly trying to paper over without appearing impolite when Achilles brought up the fact that she was unaccompanied. It was all Imeeya could do not to roll her eyes at him. What was it with this question? Everyone seemed so obsessed with the fact that she dared to go anywhere unaccompanied. If it wasn’t her mother, it was Xene, or Nike, or now Achilleas telling her that she should be going around with someone else.
“I’m not here with anyone,” Imeeya replied icily, her voice coming out with a harshness she had not intended. His innocent question taking the force of Imeeya’s anger towards all those who had asked a similar question of her. But she shut her mouth as he wrestled to put his horse back into his stall and offered to walk her back outside. Outside, there were people around who could overhear and she expected that would change any answers she might get out of Achilleas.
“As I’ve said, I’m here alone, so there’s no one for you escort me back to,” Imeeya reiterated, her temper a bit more under control, though the tone was still tense. “I assure you, I don’t mind conversing in the stable. It seems like a place that might be a bit more private from prying ears.” Imeeya wasn’t sure how far she could push this conversation, but she had promised that she might keep her ears open for Magnus. How could she resist the possibility to learn the reasoning behind the much talked about choice of Lord Achilleas not to vote for his own father’s proposal. Still, she couldn’t open with that, it seemed likely to scare him away.
"Of course," was Imeeya's reply to the correction of Achilleas's title. It was a mistake she should have known better than to make. After all, Lord Achilleas was similarly related to the Taengean royal family as she was to the Colchian one, with her mother sister to the king, though she no longer bore the title princess since her marriage. Still, it was an easy mistake to make given the events of the senate. Her mother had certainly never attempted to wrest control of the country from King Tython.
Imeeya didn’t fully believe Achilleas when he said that he was merely tired. People who were much less closely tied to the events at the senate had much more emotional reactions than merely being tired. But it would have been impolite to call him out on that lie which had been brought out merely as a polite deflection. She was considering how she might politely find a way to talk about the things that he was clearly trying to paper over without appearing impolite when Achilles brought up the fact that she was unaccompanied. It was all Imeeya could do not to roll her eyes at him. What was it with this question? Everyone seemed so obsessed with the fact that she dared to go anywhere unaccompanied. If it wasn’t her mother, it was Xene, or Nike, or now Achilleas telling her that she should be going around with someone else.
“I’m not here with anyone,” Imeeya replied icily, her voice coming out with a harshness she had not intended. His innocent question taking the force of Imeeya’s anger towards all those who had asked a similar question of her. But she shut her mouth as he wrestled to put his horse back into his stall and offered to walk her back outside. Outside, there were people around who could overhear and she expected that would change any answers she might get out of Achilleas.
“As I’ve said, I’m here alone, so there’s no one for you escort me back to,” Imeeya reiterated, her temper a bit more under control, though the tone was still tense. “I assure you, I don’t mind conversing in the stable. It seems like a place that might be a bit more private from prying ears.” Imeeya wasn’t sure how far she could push this conversation, but she had promised that she might keep her ears open for Magnus. How could she resist the possibility to learn the reasoning behind the much talked about choice of Lord Achilleas not to vote for his own father’s proposal. Still, she couldn’t open with that, it seemed likely to scare him away.
The Lord Mikaelidas had turned from quieting the horse, one dark brow lifting in silent judgement of Imeeya’s haughty response to his question. His subsequent inspection of her was unforgiving, Achilleas hardly in the mood to deal with that kind of attitude after the afternoon he’d already had. He took a measure of her in one single sweep of his eyes, saying nothing before he returned to dealing with the horse that was not so reserved about displaying its ill-temper as his master appeared to be.
When he turned to return Amyntas to his stall, he took a moment to think on what little he knew of the Colchian woman. Drakos...in gold, if he remembered correctly. Or at least mining. His knowledge of their neighbouring kingdoms noble houses was not perhaps as complete as it should be, but he recalled enough to stop him biting back at her tone. He found himself spending longer than necessary settling the stallion in the vain hope that she might grow bored and leave.
It was not to be though, and eventually Achilleas reluctantly closed the door to the stall and turned back to the young woman. She was of course, ready to speak again by this point, and the baron tried to smooth the impatience from his features as she derailed his plans to deposit her back with her party sooner rather than later. There was a fractional narrowing of his gaze as he tried to establish what exactly she wanted from him.
Private from prying ears?
He could think of nothing that would be passing between them that would merit privacy, but it was difficult for him to counter her without seeming rude. “If you wish, Lady Imeeya. I was thinking only of how it might seem for you to have followed me in here, alone. You know how easily gossip spreads.” It was hardly subtle, and neither was the skeptical expression he wore, but Achilleas halted in his progression towards the door. For a moment, he wondered if there would be grounds for such gossip, if she were just that forward. It would not be the first time, but he could only think she was a rather terrible flirt if that were the case. Neither her tone nor her expression were doing much to endear her to the Taengean lord as it stood.
“How are you enjoying your visit to Taengea, then, my Lady?” He asked, thinking if he humoured her but a moment she would soon enough reveal her purpose. “Is it your first time here?“ He did not want to, but Achilleas could take her through all the social niceties if she wished. There were a myriad things he could discuss with her whilst avoiding the obvious elephant in the room, and the lord was nothing if not stubborn. He offered a brief, tight smile that remained a little strained despite his best efforts, tilting his head to the side to invite her response.
He was not about to make Imeeya’s task easy, it would seem.
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The Lord Mikaelidas had turned from quieting the horse, one dark brow lifting in silent judgement of Imeeya’s haughty response to his question. His subsequent inspection of her was unforgiving, Achilleas hardly in the mood to deal with that kind of attitude after the afternoon he’d already had. He took a measure of her in one single sweep of his eyes, saying nothing before he returned to dealing with the horse that was not so reserved about displaying its ill-temper as his master appeared to be.
When he turned to return Amyntas to his stall, he took a moment to think on what little he knew of the Colchian woman. Drakos...in gold, if he remembered correctly. Or at least mining. His knowledge of their neighbouring kingdoms noble houses was not perhaps as complete as it should be, but he recalled enough to stop him biting back at her tone. He found himself spending longer than necessary settling the stallion in the vain hope that she might grow bored and leave.
It was not to be though, and eventually Achilleas reluctantly closed the door to the stall and turned back to the young woman. She was of course, ready to speak again by this point, and the baron tried to smooth the impatience from his features as she derailed his plans to deposit her back with her party sooner rather than later. There was a fractional narrowing of his gaze as he tried to establish what exactly she wanted from him.
Private from prying ears?
He could think of nothing that would be passing between them that would merit privacy, but it was difficult for him to counter her without seeming rude. “If you wish, Lady Imeeya. I was thinking only of how it might seem for you to have followed me in here, alone. You know how easily gossip spreads.” It was hardly subtle, and neither was the skeptical expression he wore, but Achilleas halted in his progression towards the door. For a moment, he wondered if there would be grounds for such gossip, if she were just that forward. It would not be the first time, but he could only think she was a rather terrible flirt if that were the case. Neither her tone nor her expression were doing much to endear her to the Taengean lord as it stood.
“How are you enjoying your visit to Taengea, then, my Lady?” He asked, thinking if he humoured her but a moment she would soon enough reveal her purpose. “Is it your first time here?“ He did not want to, but Achilleas could take her through all the social niceties if she wished. There were a myriad things he could discuss with her whilst avoiding the obvious elephant in the room, and the lord was nothing if not stubborn. He offered a brief, tight smile that remained a little strained despite his best efforts, tilting his head to the side to invite her response.
He was not about to make Imeeya’s task easy, it would seem.
The Lord Mikaelidas had turned from quieting the horse, one dark brow lifting in silent judgement of Imeeya’s haughty response to his question. His subsequent inspection of her was unforgiving, Achilleas hardly in the mood to deal with that kind of attitude after the afternoon he’d already had. He took a measure of her in one single sweep of his eyes, saying nothing before he returned to dealing with the horse that was not so reserved about displaying its ill-temper as his master appeared to be.
When he turned to return Amyntas to his stall, he took a moment to think on what little he knew of the Colchian woman. Drakos...in gold, if he remembered correctly. Or at least mining. His knowledge of their neighbouring kingdoms noble houses was not perhaps as complete as it should be, but he recalled enough to stop him biting back at her tone. He found himself spending longer than necessary settling the stallion in the vain hope that she might grow bored and leave.
It was not to be though, and eventually Achilleas reluctantly closed the door to the stall and turned back to the young woman. She was of course, ready to speak again by this point, and the baron tried to smooth the impatience from his features as she derailed his plans to deposit her back with her party sooner rather than later. There was a fractional narrowing of his gaze as he tried to establish what exactly she wanted from him.
Private from prying ears?
He could think of nothing that would be passing between them that would merit privacy, but it was difficult for him to counter her without seeming rude. “If you wish, Lady Imeeya. I was thinking only of how it might seem for you to have followed me in here, alone. You know how easily gossip spreads.” It was hardly subtle, and neither was the skeptical expression he wore, but Achilleas halted in his progression towards the door. For a moment, he wondered if there would be grounds for such gossip, if she were just that forward. It would not be the first time, but he could only think she was a rather terrible flirt if that were the case. Neither her tone nor her expression were doing much to endear her to the Taengean lord as it stood.
“How are you enjoying your visit to Taengea, then, my Lady?” He asked, thinking if he humoured her but a moment she would soon enough reveal her purpose. “Is it your first time here?“ He did not want to, but Achilleas could take her through all the social niceties if she wished. There were a myriad things he could discuss with her whilst avoiding the obvious elephant in the room, and the lord was nothing if not stubborn. He offered a brief, tight smile that remained a little strained despite his best efforts, tilting his head to the side to invite her response.
He was not about to make Imeeya’s task easy, it would seem.
Imeeya waited as Achilleas quieted his horse and put him back in his stall. Imeeya was nothing if not stubborn, and she wasn’t planning to leave without the information she had come for. She had promised Magnus that she might be useful in gathering information, and she didn’t intend to let him down. Besides, she was flat out curious. After everything that had happened in the Senate, she wanted to know more about how things worked in Taengea. She’d spent too long trying to understand her own Senate from the outside that she almost felt compelled to figure out what was going on behind the scenes in Taengean politics.
When Achilleas pointed out that it might have looked improprietous for her to have followed him into the stables alone, Imeeya had to admit that she hadn’t considered that potential angle. She had no such intentions and didn’t see why her wishing to speak to Achilleas privately should necessarily look as if she was up to no good. Still, it was perhaps a reason to have this conversation as quickly as possible. “Perhaps we should walk and talk if you’d feel more comfortable,” Imeeya replied to his concern. She had no intention of letting him escape the conversation, but perhaps he’d give it a second thought if the alternative was having this conversation in front of the people who were still abuzz with the gossip from the Senate meeting.
Achilleas then started in on the polite small talk. She supposed she should have expected nothing else of a man of his breeding. Imeeya smiled a bit, confidently. She knew how to play this game, it was a familiar one that she knew well. “I admit, my visit to Taengea has had a lot of intriguing twists and turns. I’ve only just returned from Meganea, which was quite enjoyable.” And she had traveled with the king, Stephanos. Achilleas would have known that. Here is where she could steer the conversation back to her topic of interest. “The king was such an enjoyment to travel with. It’s so hard to believe that he could have murdered his father and brother. Of course, I suppose that if that sort of thing were obvious it would be much easier to figure out who to punish.” Imeeya watched Achilleas’s response to her line of discussion carefully. His reaction to her statements about Stephanos could show a lot about what he thought of the situation.
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Imeeya waited as Achilleas quieted his horse and put him back in his stall. Imeeya was nothing if not stubborn, and she wasn’t planning to leave without the information she had come for. She had promised Magnus that she might be useful in gathering information, and she didn’t intend to let him down. Besides, she was flat out curious. After everything that had happened in the Senate, she wanted to know more about how things worked in Taengea. She’d spent too long trying to understand her own Senate from the outside that she almost felt compelled to figure out what was going on behind the scenes in Taengean politics.
When Achilleas pointed out that it might have looked improprietous for her to have followed him into the stables alone, Imeeya had to admit that she hadn’t considered that potential angle. She had no such intentions and didn’t see why her wishing to speak to Achilleas privately should necessarily look as if she was up to no good. Still, it was perhaps a reason to have this conversation as quickly as possible. “Perhaps we should walk and talk if you’d feel more comfortable,” Imeeya replied to his concern. She had no intention of letting him escape the conversation, but perhaps he’d give it a second thought if the alternative was having this conversation in front of the people who were still abuzz with the gossip from the Senate meeting.
Achilleas then started in on the polite small talk. She supposed she should have expected nothing else of a man of his breeding. Imeeya smiled a bit, confidently. She knew how to play this game, it was a familiar one that she knew well. “I admit, my visit to Taengea has had a lot of intriguing twists and turns. I’ve only just returned from Meganea, which was quite enjoyable.” And she had traveled with the king, Stephanos. Achilleas would have known that. Here is where she could steer the conversation back to her topic of interest. “The king was such an enjoyment to travel with. It’s so hard to believe that he could have murdered his father and brother. Of course, I suppose that if that sort of thing were obvious it would be much easier to figure out who to punish.” Imeeya watched Achilleas’s response to her line of discussion carefully. His reaction to her statements about Stephanos could show a lot about what he thought of the situation.
Imeeya waited as Achilleas quieted his horse and put him back in his stall. Imeeya was nothing if not stubborn, and she wasn’t planning to leave without the information she had come for. She had promised Magnus that she might be useful in gathering information, and she didn’t intend to let him down. Besides, she was flat out curious. After everything that had happened in the Senate, she wanted to know more about how things worked in Taengea. She’d spent too long trying to understand her own Senate from the outside that she almost felt compelled to figure out what was going on behind the scenes in Taengean politics.
When Achilleas pointed out that it might have looked improprietous for her to have followed him into the stables alone, Imeeya had to admit that she hadn’t considered that potential angle. She had no such intentions and didn’t see why her wishing to speak to Achilleas privately should necessarily look as if she was up to no good. Still, it was perhaps a reason to have this conversation as quickly as possible. “Perhaps we should walk and talk if you’d feel more comfortable,” Imeeya replied to his concern. She had no intention of letting him escape the conversation, but perhaps he’d give it a second thought if the alternative was having this conversation in front of the people who were still abuzz with the gossip from the Senate meeting.
Achilleas then started in on the polite small talk. She supposed she should have expected nothing else of a man of his breeding. Imeeya smiled a bit, confidently. She knew how to play this game, it was a familiar one that she knew well. “I admit, my visit to Taengea has had a lot of intriguing twists and turns. I’ve only just returned from Meganea, which was quite enjoyable.” And she had traveled with the king, Stephanos. Achilleas would have known that. Here is where she could steer the conversation back to her topic of interest. “The king was such an enjoyment to travel with. It’s so hard to believe that he could have murdered his father and brother. Of course, I suppose that if that sort of thing were obvious it would be much easier to figure out who to punish.” Imeeya watched Achilleas’s response to her line of discussion carefully. His reaction to her statements about Stephanos could show a lot about what he thought of the situation.
The Lord’s expression did not flicker, but he was silently cursing Imeeya as she neatly sidestepped what he thought was a legitimate reason for her to leave him be. And though his gaze lifted toward the doors again, he made no move, revealing his own reluctance to be amongst the poulance who lingered still outside.
Still, he resisted by setting them on a path of meaningless conversation, ensuring he stayed well clear of anything that might be considered gossip worthy or rumour founding. Or at least he thought he had. He disliked her use of the word ‘intriguing’, but relaxed a little when the blonde explained she had travelled out to the provinces. That was harmless enough, for the brief moment he thought on it before recalling who she had been there with. And then Achilleas’ features went very still, smooth. A carefully frozen mask designed to protect the sudden screech of his thioughts that she was smarter than he had given her credit for.
Her next words were sweetly spoken, in a manner altogether unfitting for the subject matter, and ever the baron could not quite hide the blaze of anger that flashed in the blue gaze that rested upon the Lady Imeeya. He clawed it back quickly, but it was enough, had showed at least that he was not as composed as he might have liked her to think.
“Just concerned because I seemed upset?”
Achilleas parroted her earlier words, laced them heavily with skepticism, and he sized her up properly then. He might have revealed more than he wanted to, but she had blown her own cover too. No one who was really concerned would bring up family deaths so trivially. It was the Lord’s own cousins and Uncle that she spoke of, after all.
“I am not sure what you want from me, Lady Imeeya, but I would advise you do not suppose about such things. The King of Taengea’s business is not your own, and I am sure you can still enjoy your visit without worrying yourself about matters that will have no impact on you enjoying my beautiful home” he paused,lifted his brows. “You are on holiday, are you not?”
It was all delivered in that same cordial, polished fashion, accompanied by a patient expression and even the hint of what might be considered an indulgent smile. The equivalent of patting her on the head and telling her to be on her way.
Beneath it, Achilleas was bristling at the temerity of the girl. Who did she think she was to raise such a subject with him? When it was still so raw and new?Had he been an impartial observer, the lord might have found something to admire in the sheer boldness of the young woman. In daring to disturb the snake pit that was Taengean politics, in choosing him of all people to approach. She had not set her bar low and asked her questtions of a lesser lord or courtier.
But Achilleas of Mikaelidas was far from impartial in this. His cousin, his King. His own father. His loyalties had pulled him in opposing directions until he had been forced to choose one over another, and that choice had surprised even him. The repercussions of it, of all that had transpired in the senate session had not settled yet, that would take some time. The coming days would reveal quite how well Achilleas had burned his own bridges, and quite how well Stephanos had burned his.
So no, he did not welcome this jumped-up little madam from their neighbouring kingdom riding roughshod over what was none of her business, and it was a testament to years of practice that the lord made a half decent job of concealing such thoughts on the matter. Achilleas glanced over her shoulder and beyond, now looking for someone he could deposit this over curious visitor upon and make his intended escape.
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The Lord’s expression did not flicker, but he was silently cursing Imeeya as she neatly sidestepped what he thought was a legitimate reason for her to leave him be. And though his gaze lifted toward the doors again, he made no move, revealing his own reluctance to be amongst the poulance who lingered still outside.
Still, he resisted by setting them on a path of meaningless conversation, ensuring he stayed well clear of anything that might be considered gossip worthy or rumour founding. Or at least he thought he had. He disliked her use of the word ‘intriguing’, but relaxed a little when the blonde explained she had travelled out to the provinces. That was harmless enough, for the brief moment he thought on it before recalling who she had been there with. And then Achilleas’ features went very still, smooth. A carefully frozen mask designed to protect the sudden screech of his thioughts that she was smarter than he had given her credit for.
Her next words were sweetly spoken, in a manner altogether unfitting for the subject matter, and ever the baron could not quite hide the blaze of anger that flashed in the blue gaze that rested upon the Lady Imeeya. He clawed it back quickly, but it was enough, had showed at least that he was not as composed as he might have liked her to think.
“Just concerned because I seemed upset?”
Achilleas parroted her earlier words, laced them heavily with skepticism, and he sized her up properly then. He might have revealed more than he wanted to, but she had blown her own cover too. No one who was really concerned would bring up family deaths so trivially. It was the Lord’s own cousins and Uncle that she spoke of, after all.
“I am not sure what you want from me, Lady Imeeya, but I would advise you do not suppose about such things. The King of Taengea’s business is not your own, and I am sure you can still enjoy your visit without worrying yourself about matters that will have no impact on you enjoying my beautiful home” he paused,lifted his brows. “You are on holiday, are you not?”
It was all delivered in that same cordial, polished fashion, accompanied by a patient expression and even the hint of what might be considered an indulgent smile. The equivalent of patting her on the head and telling her to be on her way.
Beneath it, Achilleas was bristling at the temerity of the girl. Who did she think she was to raise such a subject with him? When it was still so raw and new?Had he been an impartial observer, the lord might have found something to admire in the sheer boldness of the young woman. In daring to disturb the snake pit that was Taengean politics, in choosing him of all people to approach. She had not set her bar low and asked her questtions of a lesser lord or courtier.
But Achilleas of Mikaelidas was far from impartial in this. His cousin, his King. His own father. His loyalties had pulled him in opposing directions until he had been forced to choose one over another, and that choice had surprised even him. The repercussions of it, of all that had transpired in the senate session had not settled yet, that would take some time. The coming days would reveal quite how well Achilleas had burned his own bridges, and quite how well Stephanos had burned his.
So no, he did not welcome this jumped-up little madam from their neighbouring kingdom riding roughshod over what was none of her business, and it was a testament to years of practice that the lord made a half decent job of concealing such thoughts on the matter. Achilleas glanced over her shoulder and beyond, now looking for someone he could deposit this over curious visitor upon and make his intended escape.
The Lord’s expression did not flicker, but he was silently cursing Imeeya as she neatly sidestepped what he thought was a legitimate reason for her to leave him be. And though his gaze lifted toward the doors again, he made no move, revealing his own reluctance to be amongst the poulance who lingered still outside.
Still, he resisted by setting them on a path of meaningless conversation, ensuring he stayed well clear of anything that might be considered gossip worthy or rumour founding. Or at least he thought he had. He disliked her use of the word ‘intriguing’, but relaxed a little when the blonde explained she had travelled out to the provinces. That was harmless enough, for the brief moment he thought on it before recalling who she had been there with. And then Achilleas’ features went very still, smooth. A carefully frozen mask designed to protect the sudden screech of his thioughts that she was smarter than he had given her credit for.
Her next words were sweetly spoken, in a manner altogether unfitting for the subject matter, and ever the baron could not quite hide the blaze of anger that flashed in the blue gaze that rested upon the Lady Imeeya. He clawed it back quickly, but it was enough, had showed at least that he was not as composed as he might have liked her to think.
“Just concerned because I seemed upset?”
Achilleas parroted her earlier words, laced them heavily with skepticism, and he sized her up properly then. He might have revealed more than he wanted to, but she had blown her own cover too. No one who was really concerned would bring up family deaths so trivially. It was the Lord’s own cousins and Uncle that she spoke of, after all.
“I am not sure what you want from me, Lady Imeeya, but I would advise you do not suppose about such things. The King of Taengea’s business is not your own, and I am sure you can still enjoy your visit without worrying yourself about matters that will have no impact on you enjoying my beautiful home” he paused,lifted his brows. “You are on holiday, are you not?”
It was all delivered in that same cordial, polished fashion, accompanied by a patient expression and even the hint of what might be considered an indulgent smile. The equivalent of patting her on the head and telling her to be on her way.
Beneath it, Achilleas was bristling at the temerity of the girl. Who did she think she was to raise such a subject with him? When it was still so raw and new?Had he been an impartial observer, the lord might have found something to admire in the sheer boldness of the young woman. In daring to disturb the snake pit that was Taengean politics, in choosing him of all people to approach. She had not set her bar low and asked her questtions of a lesser lord or courtier.
But Achilleas of Mikaelidas was far from impartial in this. His cousin, his King. His own father. His loyalties had pulled him in opposing directions until he had been forced to choose one over another, and that choice had surprised even him. The repercussions of it, of all that had transpired in the senate session had not settled yet, that would take some time. The coming days would reveal quite how well Achilleas had burned his own bridges, and quite how well Stephanos had burned his.
So no, he did not welcome this jumped-up little madam from their neighbouring kingdom riding roughshod over what was none of her business, and it was a testament to years of practice that the lord made a half decent job of concealing such thoughts on the matter. Achilleas glanced over her shoulder and beyond, now looking for someone he could deposit this over curious visitor upon and make his intended escape.
So he didn’t wish to carry on the conversation outside amongst the people after all. Imeeya was pleased that her offer to head outside went unheeded, he knew that neither of them wished for this conversation to occur in front of any possible spectators. She smiled slightly at that win, but she may have been too overconfident too soon. Perhaps Imeeya had pushed the conversation too far too quickly if she wished to get a more candid response from Achilleas. She ignored the flash of anger and the sarcastic parroting of her own words. She had obviously hit a nerve, no reason to strike back, despite her own immediate instincts to retort.
Perhaps she should have backed off at that point. She possibly still could have explained her overreach by a clumsy mistake and saved face. But what Achilleas followed up with managed to hit a nerve. The assumption that these matters were above her, that the politics of the situation had no bearing on her time in Taengea seemed quite insulting. She had spent much of her life having her own political influence dismissed within her own country, she wasn’t going to take it from this Taengean lord either.
Her own anger flashed in her eyes as she replied in a tone no longer attempting to hide what she was thinking. “Yes, this was supposed to be a vacation, and yet only shortly after we arrived here, Lord Vangelis was already drawn into fighting your country’s battles,” Imeeya paused staring him in the eye. “So I would say that these issues have, in fact, already affected my ability to enjoy my visit to your country. Unless you are implying that I am the kind of person who can enjoy their visit when their cousin is potentially in mortal danger?” Imeeya’s look just dared Achilleas to defend his point. He didn’t know what he had managed to unleash by angering Imeeya; she wasn’t about to let this go that easily.
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So he didn’t wish to carry on the conversation outside amongst the people after all. Imeeya was pleased that her offer to head outside went unheeded, he knew that neither of them wished for this conversation to occur in front of any possible spectators. She smiled slightly at that win, but she may have been too overconfident too soon. Perhaps Imeeya had pushed the conversation too far too quickly if she wished to get a more candid response from Achilleas. She ignored the flash of anger and the sarcastic parroting of her own words. She had obviously hit a nerve, no reason to strike back, despite her own immediate instincts to retort.
Perhaps she should have backed off at that point. She possibly still could have explained her overreach by a clumsy mistake and saved face. But what Achilleas followed up with managed to hit a nerve. The assumption that these matters were above her, that the politics of the situation had no bearing on her time in Taengea seemed quite insulting. She had spent much of her life having her own political influence dismissed within her own country, she wasn’t going to take it from this Taengean lord either.
Her own anger flashed in her eyes as she replied in a tone no longer attempting to hide what she was thinking. “Yes, this was supposed to be a vacation, and yet only shortly after we arrived here, Lord Vangelis was already drawn into fighting your country’s battles,” Imeeya paused staring him in the eye. “So I would say that these issues have, in fact, already affected my ability to enjoy my visit to your country. Unless you are implying that I am the kind of person who can enjoy their visit when their cousin is potentially in mortal danger?” Imeeya’s look just dared Achilleas to defend his point. He didn’t know what he had managed to unleash by angering Imeeya; she wasn’t about to let this go that easily.
So he didn’t wish to carry on the conversation outside amongst the people after all. Imeeya was pleased that her offer to head outside went unheeded, he knew that neither of them wished for this conversation to occur in front of any possible spectators. She smiled slightly at that win, but she may have been too overconfident too soon. Perhaps Imeeya had pushed the conversation too far too quickly if she wished to get a more candid response from Achilleas. She ignored the flash of anger and the sarcastic parroting of her own words. She had obviously hit a nerve, no reason to strike back, despite her own immediate instincts to retort.
Perhaps she should have backed off at that point. She possibly still could have explained her overreach by a clumsy mistake and saved face. But what Achilleas followed up with managed to hit a nerve. The assumption that these matters were above her, that the politics of the situation had no bearing on her time in Taengea seemed quite insulting. She had spent much of her life having her own political influence dismissed within her own country, she wasn’t going to take it from this Taengean lord either.
Her own anger flashed in her eyes as she replied in a tone no longer attempting to hide what she was thinking. “Yes, this was supposed to be a vacation, and yet only shortly after we arrived here, Lord Vangelis was already drawn into fighting your country’s battles,” Imeeya paused staring him in the eye. “So I would say that these issues have, in fact, already affected my ability to enjoy my visit to your country. Unless you are implying that I am the kind of person who can enjoy their visit when their cousin is potentially in mortal danger?” Imeeya’s look just dared Achilleas to defend his point. He didn’t know what he had managed to unleash by angering Imeeya; she wasn’t about to let this go that easily.
She knew that he did not want to venture back outside and deal with people, he saw the brief flash of satisfaction that passed across the blonde girl’s face and thinned his lips in annoyance at her having called his bluff. And so they paused in the stables, the tall Taengean Lord and the visiting Colchian noblewoman who seemed so resolute on sticking her nose into matters where it did not belong.
That his patience was thinning became apparent in the next moments, Achilleas doing a less stellar job than he would have liked at remaining impassive, and so he did not wrap his words or meaning in as much pleasantness as perhaps he ought to have. Despite his best efforts, the bite bled through anyway, and he realised he had perhaps only antagonised the young woman further in attempting to tell her these things were above her concern. She clearly thought otherwise, and he raised his brows in surprise at the fierceness of her expression.
He should have been prepared then, for the content of her words, but still felt more than a prickle of defensiveness. He stared right back at her when she glared up at him, exasperated that he had allowed himself to be drawn into such a verbal spat, and he took a calming breathe before he allowed himself to respond to her.
“Firstly, my Lady Imeeya, your Prince’s choice to offer his aid to my cousin was precisely that, his choice. And perhaps a wise one in encouraging positive diplomatic relations between our two peoples.” Which you are not doing at this moment was what he left unsaid . “However, I do apologise that your visit has been so disrupted. I can assure you none of us would wish it so”
And he gave a little shake of his head then “ Nor would I claim to know you well enough to imply anything about you. Only that there are complicated matters that we are facing now that you do not know enough to be able to understand and will do you no good to make uneducated guesses about.”
He rubbed at the back of his neck, looked over her shoulder again and was dismayed that there was no one coming to save him from this unneeded encounter. He resented having to defend the situation from one who had no vested interest in it, when he himself – stuck in the very middle of it – had barely had chance to absorb and process everything. And, if he were honest, was still surprised that she had dared pursue the matter this far when he had deftly managed to avoid the few Taengean nobles who lingered. His eyes settled on hers after a moment, and his jaw worked as he considered his options now. There was a resigned sort of sigh before he spoke again.
“It has been a trying day, my Lady, and I have other matters that demand my attention elsewhere. Why do you not speak frankly and tell me what really had you seek me out, and I can decide if it is something I am willing to discuss with you?”
He strongly doubted it would be anything he would want to talk about, but perhaps it was worth it conceding a little ground if it meant that she would not be drawing her own ridiculous conclusions and fanning the flames of gossip.
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She knew that he did not want to venture back outside and deal with people, he saw the brief flash of satisfaction that passed across the blonde girl’s face and thinned his lips in annoyance at her having called his bluff. And so they paused in the stables, the tall Taengean Lord and the visiting Colchian noblewoman who seemed so resolute on sticking her nose into matters where it did not belong.
That his patience was thinning became apparent in the next moments, Achilleas doing a less stellar job than he would have liked at remaining impassive, and so he did not wrap his words or meaning in as much pleasantness as perhaps he ought to have. Despite his best efforts, the bite bled through anyway, and he realised he had perhaps only antagonised the young woman further in attempting to tell her these things were above her concern. She clearly thought otherwise, and he raised his brows in surprise at the fierceness of her expression.
He should have been prepared then, for the content of her words, but still felt more than a prickle of defensiveness. He stared right back at her when she glared up at him, exasperated that he had allowed himself to be drawn into such a verbal spat, and he took a calming breathe before he allowed himself to respond to her.
“Firstly, my Lady Imeeya, your Prince’s choice to offer his aid to my cousin was precisely that, his choice. And perhaps a wise one in encouraging positive diplomatic relations between our two peoples.” Which you are not doing at this moment was what he left unsaid . “However, I do apologise that your visit has been so disrupted. I can assure you none of us would wish it so”
And he gave a little shake of his head then “ Nor would I claim to know you well enough to imply anything about you. Only that there are complicated matters that we are facing now that you do not know enough to be able to understand and will do you no good to make uneducated guesses about.”
He rubbed at the back of his neck, looked over her shoulder again and was dismayed that there was no one coming to save him from this unneeded encounter. He resented having to defend the situation from one who had no vested interest in it, when he himself – stuck in the very middle of it – had barely had chance to absorb and process everything. And, if he were honest, was still surprised that she had dared pursue the matter this far when he had deftly managed to avoid the few Taengean nobles who lingered. His eyes settled on hers after a moment, and his jaw worked as he considered his options now. There was a resigned sort of sigh before he spoke again.
“It has been a trying day, my Lady, and I have other matters that demand my attention elsewhere. Why do you not speak frankly and tell me what really had you seek me out, and I can decide if it is something I am willing to discuss with you?”
He strongly doubted it would be anything he would want to talk about, but perhaps it was worth it conceding a little ground if it meant that she would not be drawing her own ridiculous conclusions and fanning the flames of gossip.
She knew that he did not want to venture back outside and deal with people, he saw the brief flash of satisfaction that passed across the blonde girl’s face and thinned his lips in annoyance at her having called his bluff. And so they paused in the stables, the tall Taengean Lord and the visiting Colchian noblewoman who seemed so resolute on sticking her nose into matters where it did not belong.
That his patience was thinning became apparent in the next moments, Achilleas doing a less stellar job than he would have liked at remaining impassive, and so he did not wrap his words or meaning in as much pleasantness as perhaps he ought to have. Despite his best efforts, the bite bled through anyway, and he realised he had perhaps only antagonised the young woman further in attempting to tell her these things were above her concern. She clearly thought otherwise, and he raised his brows in surprise at the fierceness of her expression.
He should have been prepared then, for the content of her words, but still felt more than a prickle of defensiveness. He stared right back at her when she glared up at him, exasperated that he had allowed himself to be drawn into such a verbal spat, and he took a calming breathe before he allowed himself to respond to her.
“Firstly, my Lady Imeeya, your Prince’s choice to offer his aid to my cousin was precisely that, his choice. And perhaps a wise one in encouraging positive diplomatic relations between our two peoples.” Which you are not doing at this moment was what he left unsaid . “However, I do apologise that your visit has been so disrupted. I can assure you none of us would wish it so”
And he gave a little shake of his head then “ Nor would I claim to know you well enough to imply anything about you. Only that there are complicated matters that we are facing now that you do not know enough to be able to understand and will do you no good to make uneducated guesses about.”
He rubbed at the back of his neck, looked over her shoulder again and was dismayed that there was no one coming to save him from this unneeded encounter. He resented having to defend the situation from one who had no vested interest in it, when he himself – stuck in the very middle of it – had barely had chance to absorb and process everything. And, if he were honest, was still surprised that she had dared pursue the matter this far when he had deftly managed to avoid the few Taengean nobles who lingered. His eyes settled on hers after a moment, and his jaw worked as he considered his options now. There was a resigned sort of sigh before he spoke again.
“It has been a trying day, my Lady, and I have other matters that demand my attention elsewhere. Why do you not speak frankly and tell me what really had you seek me out, and I can decide if it is something I am willing to discuss with you?”
He strongly doubted it would be anything he would want to talk about, but perhaps it was worth it conceding a little ground if it meant that she would not be drawing her own ridiculous conclusions and fanning the flames of gossip.
Imeeya’s anger only continued to rise as Achilleas once again implied that she did not have the ability to understand what was going on in his situation. Before she even had a chance to think about what he had said she snapped back. “Perhaps I would not have to make uneducated guesses were someone to tell me what was going on.” She didn’t like being underestimated, and this man was getting on her last nerve by continually insisting that she didn’t know what she was talking about.
Imeeya could see that she had pushed him too far. She wasn’t going to get any more information if she kept antagonizing him. She tried to rein in her own annoyance when she answered his question about what she was attempting to do. The frustration was still present in her voice as she answered it “I had only hoped to get a reliable account about what had happened in the Senate. As you may well know, people are willing to say any number of things in order to make a good story. I only wished to know if any of them were actually true.” No that was still too harsh a tone to take with him, and she struggled to push her tone back to something even more polite.
Imeeya knew she could only push this man so far if she wanted to get any information from him at all. Instead, she feigned politeness. Taking a step towards the door. “I can see that I’m only bothering you. Perhaps I will have to find other sources for my information on this matter.” Hopefully, he would realize that others might be less reliable than a first-hand account from the man himself. If she were him, she would jump at the opportunity to get out ahead of any rumors that could be spread. She only hoped that the man would be smart enough to recognize this opportunity
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Imeeya’s anger only continued to rise as Achilleas once again implied that she did not have the ability to understand what was going on in his situation. Before she even had a chance to think about what he had said she snapped back. “Perhaps I would not have to make uneducated guesses were someone to tell me what was going on.” She didn’t like being underestimated, and this man was getting on her last nerve by continually insisting that she didn’t know what she was talking about.
Imeeya could see that she had pushed him too far. She wasn’t going to get any more information if she kept antagonizing him. She tried to rein in her own annoyance when she answered his question about what she was attempting to do. The frustration was still present in her voice as she answered it “I had only hoped to get a reliable account about what had happened in the Senate. As you may well know, people are willing to say any number of things in order to make a good story. I only wished to know if any of them were actually true.” No that was still too harsh a tone to take with him, and she struggled to push her tone back to something even more polite.
Imeeya knew she could only push this man so far if she wanted to get any information from him at all. Instead, she feigned politeness. Taking a step towards the door. “I can see that I’m only bothering you. Perhaps I will have to find other sources for my information on this matter.” Hopefully, he would realize that others might be less reliable than a first-hand account from the man himself. If she were him, she would jump at the opportunity to get out ahead of any rumors that could be spread. She only hoped that the man would be smart enough to recognize this opportunity
Imeeya’s anger only continued to rise as Achilleas once again implied that she did not have the ability to understand what was going on in his situation. Before she even had a chance to think about what he had said she snapped back. “Perhaps I would not have to make uneducated guesses were someone to tell me what was going on.” She didn’t like being underestimated, and this man was getting on her last nerve by continually insisting that she didn’t know what she was talking about.
Imeeya could see that she had pushed him too far. She wasn’t going to get any more information if she kept antagonizing him. She tried to rein in her own annoyance when she answered his question about what she was attempting to do. The frustration was still present in her voice as she answered it “I had only hoped to get a reliable account about what had happened in the Senate. As you may well know, people are willing to say any number of things in order to make a good story. I only wished to know if any of them were actually true.” No that was still too harsh a tone to take with him, and she struggled to push her tone back to something even more polite.
Imeeya knew she could only push this man so far if she wanted to get any information from him at all. Instead, she feigned politeness. Taking a step towards the door. “I can see that I’m only bothering you. Perhaps I will have to find other sources for my information on this matter.” Hopefully, he would realize that others might be less reliable than a first-hand account from the man himself. If she were him, she would jump at the opportunity to get out ahead of any rumors that could be spread. She only hoped that the man would be smart enough to recognize this opportunity
Achilleas continued to be bemused by the fiery nature of this young Colchian noblewoman. She did not lack for confidence, that was certain. Her words did not fall on deaf ears though, the Lord knew enough the frustration of feeling like one didn’ know quite enough to make a fair judgement. His gaze rested on her heavily for a moment, as if he was weighing her worth, deciding if she was worth his relenting and offering her the answers that he had denied his own people. Perhaps for temerity alone.
There was an impatient stamping and snorting from the stall down the stable, and then for a few long moments there was quiet as the Lord and Lady seemed to fall into some kind of stand off. Achilleas was weary and understandbly defensive, Imeeya burning with curiosity and not at all enjoying his high handed approach in deflecting her enquiries. It was the girl that broke first.
He watched as she took a step towards the door, one brow lifting as he considered she might actually be about to give up on her ridiculus curiosities, but then Achilleas breathed a frustrated. “Wait”. Against his better judgement perhaps, he crossed his arms across his chest and stared down at the girl. “You have ten minutes, no longer. Ask what you will and then at least you will not be speaking fallacies when you leave here”.
People were going to talk anyway, it was a well that it at least start from a grain of truth, though Hera knows where it would end once passed through the chain of whispers and exaggeration. He could at least do his best to assert that it was not a blnket beleif in the King’s guilt, even if the outcome of the vote had leant that way. Achilleas still could not believe it. He wished he could have spoken to Stephanos before he was hauled off back to the palace, but his place had been at his father’s side. Lord Fotios had made that observation, and if nothing else, it was..damage limitation. Though Achilleas had not missed the frigid cold that he was left with as his father blanked him despite his best efforts.
Trying to do the right thing by his cousin had not been without cost, and what had it even achieved? The vote had still been passed, Stephanos had still been confined to his chambers, the threat of the charge of treason hanging over his head. As Achilleas looked at the young Colchian woman, he wondered how it must look to an outsider. The political state of their country had left much to be desired over the past months. Regicide, the Creed uprising and now words like treason being thrown around. Perhaps it would do no harm to offer their Colchian neighbours some reassurance. But Achilleas hardly had any. He stood before Lady Imeeya, all six foot one of muscle, but feeling as helpless as she likely did in this mess. He could hardly make it any worse now, could he?
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Achilleas continued to be bemused by the fiery nature of this young Colchian noblewoman. She did not lack for confidence, that was certain. Her words did not fall on deaf ears though, the Lord knew enough the frustration of feeling like one didn’ know quite enough to make a fair judgement. His gaze rested on her heavily for a moment, as if he was weighing her worth, deciding if she was worth his relenting and offering her the answers that he had denied his own people. Perhaps for temerity alone.
There was an impatient stamping and snorting from the stall down the stable, and then for a few long moments there was quiet as the Lord and Lady seemed to fall into some kind of stand off. Achilleas was weary and understandbly defensive, Imeeya burning with curiosity and not at all enjoying his high handed approach in deflecting her enquiries. It was the girl that broke first.
He watched as she took a step towards the door, one brow lifting as he considered she might actually be about to give up on her ridiculus curiosities, but then Achilleas breathed a frustrated. “Wait”. Against his better judgement perhaps, he crossed his arms across his chest and stared down at the girl. “You have ten minutes, no longer. Ask what you will and then at least you will not be speaking fallacies when you leave here”.
People were going to talk anyway, it was a well that it at least start from a grain of truth, though Hera knows where it would end once passed through the chain of whispers and exaggeration. He could at least do his best to assert that it was not a blnket beleif in the King’s guilt, even if the outcome of the vote had leant that way. Achilleas still could not believe it. He wished he could have spoken to Stephanos before he was hauled off back to the palace, but his place had been at his father’s side. Lord Fotios had made that observation, and if nothing else, it was..damage limitation. Though Achilleas had not missed the frigid cold that he was left with as his father blanked him despite his best efforts.
Trying to do the right thing by his cousin had not been without cost, and what had it even achieved? The vote had still been passed, Stephanos had still been confined to his chambers, the threat of the charge of treason hanging over his head. As Achilleas looked at the young Colchian woman, he wondered how it must look to an outsider. The political state of their country had left much to be desired over the past months. Regicide, the Creed uprising and now words like treason being thrown around. Perhaps it would do no harm to offer their Colchian neighbours some reassurance. But Achilleas hardly had any. He stood before Lady Imeeya, all six foot one of muscle, but feeling as helpless as she likely did in this mess. He could hardly make it any worse now, could he?
Achilleas continued to be bemused by the fiery nature of this young Colchian noblewoman. She did not lack for confidence, that was certain. Her words did not fall on deaf ears though, the Lord knew enough the frustration of feeling like one didn’ know quite enough to make a fair judgement. His gaze rested on her heavily for a moment, as if he was weighing her worth, deciding if she was worth his relenting and offering her the answers that he had denied his own people. Perhaps for temerity alone.
There was an impatient stamping and snorting from the stall down the stable, and then for a few long moments there was quiet as the Lord and Lady seemed to fall into some kind of stand off. Achilleas was weary and understandbly defensive, Imeeya burning with curiosity and not at all enjoying his high handed approach in deflecting her enquiries. It was the girl that broke first.
He watched as she took a step towards the door, one brow lifting as he considered she might actually be about to give up on her ridiculus curiosities, but then Achilleas breathed a frustrated. “Wait”. Against his better judgement perhaps, he crossed his arms across his chest and stared down at the girl. “You have ten minutes, no longer. Ask what you will and then at least you will not be speaking fallacies when you leave here”.
People were going to talk anyway, it was a well that it at least start from a grain of truth, though Hera knows where it would end once passed through the chain of whispers and exaggeration. He could at least do his best to assert that it was not a blnket beleif in the King’s guilt, even if the outcome of the vote had leant that way. Achilleas still could not believe it. He wished he could have spoken to Stephanos before he was hauled off back to the palace, but his place had been at his father’s side. Lord Fotios had made that observation, and if nothing else, it was..damage limitation. Though Achilleas had not missed the frigid cold that he was left with as his father blanked him despite his best efforts.
Trying to do the right thing by his cousin had not been without cost, and what had it even achieved? The vote had still been passed, Stephanos had still been confined to his chambers, the threat of the charge of treason hanging over his head. As Achilleas looked at the young Colchian woman, he wondered how it must look to an outsider. The political state of their country had left much to be desired over the past months. Regicide, the Creed uprising and now words like treason being thrown around. Perhaps it would do no harm to offer their Colchian neighbours some reassurance. But Achilleas hardly had any. He stood before Lady Imeeya, all six foot one of muscle, but feeling as helpless as she likely did in this mess. He could hardly make it any worse now, could he?
Imeeya grinned as her plan to get Achilleas to open up finally seemed to be working. He was wise to decide to stop any rumors before they had started. Of course, she had never intended to spread any rumors herself, but it certainly didn't hurt for Achilleas not to know that. Just the threat that she could be more trouble than it was worth to ignore her would be enough to get the information she was curious about.
Imeeya turned back around to address Achilleas, her smile of victory no longer showing on her face. It would not be good for Achileas to realize she was too happy about this turn in the conversation. “My questions remain the same as the ones you so skillfully dodged earlier.” Though she supposed that she couldn’t just assume that he would remember what those questions were. She knew under similar circumstances she would have done her best to put the questions out of her head the second that she had considered them unimportant. No reason to waste thoughts on topics that she wouldn’t speak on.
“Perhaps I should state them more clearly.” It was true that Imeeya had been attempting to bring the conversation to the uncomfortable topic of what had happened in the Senate in a much more round about way. “I had heard rumors about what happened in the Senate. I only thought that perhaps you would be the best person to explain what had actually happened.” As much as she would have preferred Lord Achilleas to have walked himself to this point in the conversation, Imeeya knew she’d have to come out with more direct questions at this point. “From what I heard, your father was the one who accused King Stephanos of the murders, and yet you doubted these accusations, as I am inclined to myself.” Imeeya paused for a moment to phrase her question such that he might be willing to answer. “What I would like to know is why. Do you have any evidence of your own that would make you doubt the claims of Prince Irakles.” As she asked, Imeeya held his gaze, her expression just daring him to try to evade the question again.
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Imeeya grinned as her plan to get Achilleas to open up finally seemed to be working. He was wise to decide to stop any rumors before they had started. Of course, she had never intended to spread any rumors herself, but it certainly didn't hurt for Achilleas not to know that. Just the threat that she could be more trouble than it was worth to ignore her would be enough to get the information she was curious about.
Imeeya turned back around to address Achilleas, her smile of victory no longer showing on her face. It would not be good for Achileas to realize she was too happy about this turn in the conversation. “My questions remain the same as the ones you so skillfully dodged earlier.” Though she supposed that she couldn’t just assume that he would remember what those questions were. She knew under similar circumstances she would have done her best to put the questions out of her head the second that she had considered them unimportant. No reason to waste thoughts on topics that she wouldn’t speak on.
“Perhaps I should state them more clearly.” It was true that Imeeya had been attempting to bring the conversation to the uncomfortable topic of what had happened in the Senate in a much more round about way. “I had heard rumors about what happened in the Senate. I only thought that perhaps you would be the best person to explain what had actually happened.” As much as she would have preferred Lord Achilleas to have walked himself to this point in the conversation, Imeeya knew she’d have to come out with more direct questions at this point. “From what I heard, your father was the one who accused King Stephanos of the murders, and yet you doubted these accusations, as I am inclined to myself.” Imeeya paused for a moment to phrase her question such that he might be willing to answer. “What I would like to know is why. Do you have any evidence of your own that would make you doubt the claims of Prince Irakles.” As she asked, Imeeya held his gaze, her expression just daring him to try to evade the question again.
Imeeya grinned as her plan to get Achilleas to open up finally seemed to be working. He was wise to decide to stop any rumors before they had started. Of course, she had never intended to spread any rumors herself, but it certainly didn't hurt for Achilleas not to know that. Just the threat that she could be more trouble than it was worth to ignore her would be enough to get the information she was curious about.
Imeeya turned back around to address Achilleas, her smile of victory no longer showing on her face. It would not be good for Achileas to realize she was too happy about this turn in the conversation. “My questions remain the same as the ones you so skillfully dodged earlier.” Though she supposed that she couldn’t just assume that he would remember what those questions were. She knew under similar circumstances she would have done her best to put the questions out of her head the second that she had considered them unimportant. No reason to waste thoughts on topics that she wouldn’t speak on.
“Perhaps I should state them more clearly.” It was true that Imeeya had been attempting to bring the conversation to the uncomfortable topic of what had happened in the Senate in a much more round about way. “I had heard rumors about what happened in the Senate. I only thought that perhaps you would be the best person to explain what had actually happened.” As much as she would have preferred Lord Achilleas to have walked himself to this point in the conversation, Imeeya knew she’d have to come out with more direct questions at this point. “From what I heard, your father was the one who accused King Stephanos of the murders, and yet you doubted these accusations, as I am inclined to myself.” Imeeya paused for a moment to phrase her question such that he might be willing to answer. “What I would like to know is why. Do you have any evidence of your own that would make you doubt the claims of Prince Irakles.” As she asked, Imeeya held his gaze, her expression just daring him to try to evade the question again.
Achilleas took a long slow breath, trying to find some calm in the face of the continued attitude of this Colchian woman. She was infuriating. Cousin to the King but clearly thought a lot of herself. Still, he could not fault her for her curiosity. Were it not his Kingdom, his family at the centre of it all, he could not say he would not have had the same interest.
But it was.
And so the Mikaelidas Lord gave a nod, let the Lady Imeeya of Drakos put forward her understanding, and it was somehow more jarring to hear it said back to him. His father had laid the charge of treason at the feet of his own nephew, and then, yes, Achilleas had defied him in not supporting the motion. The man’s lips pressed together and a furrow carved itself between his brows as he considered how best to answer. How much he should say. After a stretching moment of silence, he opened his mouth. Closed it again. Took a breath. And then he spoke.
“What you speak is true. It was my father who raised the matter, and no, I did not vote in favour of it being upheld.” Achilleas paused, shifted his stance so his hands were folded behind his back and his gaze had drifted somewhere up and over her shoulder as he went on.
“You speak of evidence, as if anyone was given any time to prepare for today’s eventualits. It is not so. My decision was based upon the man I know, and that is not someone who ever longed for the crown. So… no, I could not legitmately lend my support to the notion that my cousin would murder his own kin to get claim it”
Giving voice to it was reassuring in a way. There had been a sense of panic when faced with the obvious anger from his father, where Achilleas had doubted himself and that sudden decision he had made not to do what was so clearly expected of him. But saying it, explaining it to someone else solidified his resolve. Stephanos was not a killer. There was too much that did not make any sense.
And the Lord Mikaelidas could not help but be made more suspicious by the fact that his father had kept him at arm’s length, had not breathed a word to him of these plans. He had wanted to blindside everyone with it….
Remembering that he did not yet have the time or the solitude to indulge his own doubts about it all, Achilleas refocused on the blonde girl. “ Does that satisfy you, Lady Imeeya? Or is there more you would know?”
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Achilleas took a long slow breath, trying to find some calm in the face of the continued attitude of this Colchian woman. She was infuriating. Cousin to the King but clearly thought a lot of herself. Still, he could not fault her for her curiosity. Were it not his Kingdom, his family at the centre of it all, he could not say he would not have had the same interest.
But it was.
And so the Mikaelidas Lord gave a nod, let the Lady Imeeya of Drakos put forward her understanding, and it was somehow more jarring to hear it said back to him. His father had laid the charge of treason at the feet of his own nephew, and then, yes, Achilleas had defied him in not supporting the motion. The man’s lips pressed together and a furrow carved itself between his brows as he considered how best to answer. How much he should say. After a stretching moment of silence, he opened his mouth. Closed it again. Took a breath. And then he spoke.
“What you speak is true. It was my father who raised the matter, and no, I did not vote in favour of it being upheld.” Achilleas paused, shifted his stance so his hands were folded behind his back and his gaze had drifted somewhere up and over her shoulder as he went on.
“You speak of evidence, as if anyone was given any time to prepare for today’s eventualits. It is not so. My decision was based upon the man I know, and that is not someone who ever longed for the crown. So… no, I could not legitmately lend my support to the notion that my cousin would murder his own kin to get claim it”
Giving voice to it was reassuring in a way. There had been a sense of panic when faced with the obvious anger from his father, where Achilleas had doubted himself and that sudden decision he had made not to do what was so clearly expected of him. But saying it, explaining it to someone else solidified his resolve. Stephanos was not a killer. There was too much that did not make any sense.
And the Lord Mikaelidas could not help but be made more suspicious by the fact that his father had kept him at arm’s length, had not breathed a word to him of these plans. He had wanted to blindside everyone with it….
Remembering that he did not yet have the time or the solitude to indulge his own doubts about it all, Achilleas refocused on the blonde girl. “ Does that satisfy you, Lady Imeeya? Or is there more you would know?”
Achilleas took a long slow breath, trying to find some calm in the face of the continued attitude of this Colchian woman. She was infuriating. Cousin to the King but clearly thought a lot of herself. Still, he could not fault her for her curiosity. Were it not his Kingdom, his family at the centre of it all, he could not say he would not have had the same interest.
But it was.
And so the Mikaelidas Lord gave a nod, let the Lady Imeeya of Drakos put forward her understanding, and it was somehow more jarring to hear it said back to him. His father had laid the charge of treason at the feet of his own nephew, and then, yes, Achilleas had defied him in not supporting the motion. The man’s lips pressed together and a furrow carved itself between his brows as he considered how best to answer. How much he should say. After a stretching moment of silence, he opened his mouth. Closed it again. Took a breath. And then he spoke.
“What you speak is true. It was my father who raised the matter, and no, I did not vote in favour of it being upheld.” Achilleas paused, shifted his stance so his hands were folded behind his back and his gaze had drifted somewhere up and over her shoulder as he went on.
“You speak of evidence, as if anyone was given any time to prepare for today’s eventualits. It is not so. My decision was based upon the man I know, and that is not someone who ever longed for the crown. So… no, I could not legitmately lend my support to the notion that my cousin would murder his own kin to get claim it”
Giving voice to it was reassuring in a way. There had been a sense of panic when faced with the obvious anger from his father, where Achilleas had doubted himself and that sudden decision he had made not to do what was so clearly expected of him. But saying it, explaining it to someone else solidified his resolve. Stephanos was not a killer. There was too much that did not make any sense.
And the Lord Mikaelidas could not help but be made more suspicious by the fact that his father had kept him at arm’s length, had not breathed a word to him of these plans. He had wanted to blindside everyone with it….
Remembering that he did not yet have the time or the solitude to indulge his own doubts about it all, Achilleas refocused on the blonde girl. “ Does that satisfy you, Lady Imeeya? Or is there more you would know?”
Imeeya looked away as she took a moment to consider the information she had just been given. There were details that perhaps she could have guessed from the chatter that had emerged after the senate. No one had been forewarned about Irakles’s accusations, not even his own son. If he’d had honorable intentions, giving no one time to prepare a defense seemed unnecessary. No, it seemed clear that he was up to some sort of deception.
As Imeeya returned her attention to the conversation at hand, she bit back her desire to ask ‘That wasn’t so hard now was it?’ No that tone of conversation was not one that befitted a conversation with this man. Besides, she had pushed him hard enough, any further would likely be too much. He had given the information that she was curious about, there was no reason to antagonize the man any further. “I’m sure I know him much less well than you, but we share that opinion at least.” Although they had only traveled together for a short time, what time she had spent with the king had seemed to indicate that he was more interested in amusement than ruling.
“Yes, that will be all, Lord Achilleas,” Imeeya inclined her head to him politely. It might have been silly to continue with the ruse that this was an amicable conversation after she had coerced Achilleas into sharing his opinion on the events, but there was no reason to drop the pretense now. “Thank you for sharing your insight into today’s events in the Senate.” Imeeya turned to leave. There was no reason to stay there any longer than she had to. She had to admit, that she and Lord Achilleas alone in the stables together could potentially look very bad if anyone had noticed. The less time that they were together here the better. Now that she had gotten the information she had come for, she could leave. That she did, heading back towards where she was staying in Taengea.
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Imeeya looked away as she took a moment to consider the information she had just been given. There were details that perhaps she could have guessed from the chatter that had emerged after the senate. No one had been forewarned about Irakles’s accusations, not even his own son. If he’d had honorable intentions, giving no one time to prepare a defense seemed unnecessary. No, it seemed clear that he was up to some sort of deception.
As Imeeya returned her attention to the conversation at hand, she bit back her desire to ask ‘That wasn’t so hard now was it?’ No that tone of conversation was not one that befitted a conversation with this man. Besides, she had pushed him hard enough, any further would likely be too much. He had given the information that she was curious about, there was no reason to antagonize the man any further. “I’m sure I know him much less well than you, but we share that opinion at least.” Although they had only traveled together for a short time, what time she had spent with the king had seemed to indicate that he was more interested in amusement than ruling.
“Yes, that will be all, Lord Achilleas,” Imeeya inclined her head to him politely. It might have been silly to continue with the ruse that this was an amicable conversation after she had coerced Achilleas into sharing his opinion on the events, but there was no reason to drop the pretense now. “Thank you for sharing your insight into today’s events in the Senate.” Imeeya turned to leave. There was no reason to stay there any longer than she had to. She had to admit, that she and Lord Achilleas alone in the stables together could potentially look very bad if anyone had noticed. The less time that they were together here the better. Now that she had gotten the information she had come for, she could leave. That she did, heading back towards where she was staying in Taengea.
Imeeya looked away as she took a moment to consider the information she had just been given. There were details that perhaps she could have guessed from the chatter that had emerged after the senate. No one had been forewarned about Irakles’s accusations, not even his own son. If he’d had honorable intentions, giving no one time to prepare a defense seemed unnecessary. No, it seemed clear that he was up to some sort of deception.
As Imeeya returned her attention to the conversation at hand, she bit back her desire to ask ‘That wasn’t so hard now was it?’ No that tone of conversation was not one that befitted a conversation with this man. Besides, she had pushed him hard enough, any further would likely be too much. He had given the information that she was curious about, there was no reason to antagonize the man any further. “I’m sure I know him much less well than you, but we share that opinion at least.” Although they had only traveled together for a short time, what time she had spent with the king had seemed to indicate that he was more interested in amusement than ruling.
“Yes, that will be all, Lord Achilleas,” Imeeya inclined her head to him politely. It might have been silly to continue with the ruse that this was an amicable conversation after she had coerced Achilleas into sharing his opinion on the events, but there was no reason to drop the pretense now. “Thank you for sharing your insight into today’s events in the Senate.” Imeeya turned to leave. There was no reason to stay there any longer than she had to. She had to admit, that she and Lord Achilleas alone in the stables together could potentially look very bad if anyone had noticed. The less time that they were together here the better. Now that she had gotten the information she had come for, she could leave. That she did, heading back towards where she was staying in Taengea.