He folded the last scroll of the plans as he wiped sweat away from his sweaty forehead, a small sound of triumph leaving his lips.She would be happy with me now.The thought made him feel sort of feverish, making him want to be under his gaze like cold water cooling his hot skin.He squeezed his thighs in anticipation, the fact that he had not even seen her in months heightening his needs but kept himself at the edge.The last time she had touched him, it had been ecstatic, and though he had tried recreating the feeling, something he had relayed in his letters with her decreeing that he was not to touch himself until her say so, it did not feel half as enjoyable as when she was in front of him.Was it the way she stared at him with expectancy or like he was something that she was just blessing with her presence that excited him?Leonidas wanted to dig his nails into his arms again but stopped himself just in time. She did not like that and he did not want to anger her.Besides, every
"Leonidas? Are you alright?" He heard his Mother ask as he shook his head and tried to calm down his erratic breathing."Fine," He replied and looked down at the Loukas on his laps, whispering, "Lou, wake up."As usual, the male stirred, but only a bit making Leonidas try raising his head before he realized at that moment that him going into direct contact with a sleeping Loukas never ended well and tried to run fast enough.Alas, he was too slow.Loukas was now gripping the area below his ribs tightly as he muttered, "Do not wake me."Leonidas felt himself flush at the move as he tried to explain to his parents that this was all a misunderstanding but when he saw the look of normalcy on their face, as if the action did not faze them, his saliva dried up."Do not pamper the boy," Calista snapped as she reached down the male and dug her nails into his scalp causing Loukas to shoot up and shoot daggers at the things around him."Who dared do that?!""I." Loukas turned to the voice, his
He could not sleep.It had been a day after his Father handed over the key to him and he had wanted to tell Persephone all about in his letter but he could not bring himself to write it.The fact that his Parents were already aware of it kept him silent and confused.Deep down, he knew that if they found out about who he wrote to would only put him a lot of questioning and scrutiny, plus, he would lose her, a thought that did not sit well with him.Leonidas tossed on his bed, bringing his pillow closer to his chest as his nails dug into it since his skin was off limits and groaned into it at the same time.If he did not send her a letter for today, he was in trouble.And if he did, his Parents, now believing that they had justified themselves by at least warning him would be out for it like wolves to a lamb, but everytime he tried sleeping, he kept seeing those eyes of hers stare at him with such disappointment that he woke up with a jolt and sweat all over his sheets.By the gods, he
Thought the nightmares vanished when she laid with him, the habit of hers to wake up early had not gone away. That was right now, as she sat on the rocking chair with Kleopatra on her laps, she stared at him. Persephone felt that it was a sin. Not the sort of sin that seemed to bother the people of the Old world, no, though she did think such little rules on what was good and what was evil was silly, her own example of sin was far distorted. Why would the gods create such a being and then leave it in the wild? Looking at him now, she wondered how long he would last before the war began, if she had not come into his life. At this current stage. Dead at the first battlefront. Well, she already knew the answer to the question. The gods enjoyed games. Drop it in the wild and watch it try to survive, if it did not, sad but next person might try harder, and if it did, it was an anomaly that should be destroyed. Just like her. She would never have survived long enough with the voice
Stylan Laskaris stared at her gloved hands, the carriage rocking ever so quietly as it moved.What was she doing?Was this not too irrational, even for her?And to see Kynaki that surprised made her worry."You are going to Castle Diamandis?" Kynaki Florakis had asked, her ever teasing voice now filled with confusion. "The Apollo's Castle?""Yes, yes, try and keep up." Stylani was painting her nails as she replied."Are you delirious?"Stylani paused and looked up at the female, "That is a question I have wanted to ask you from the first day we met.""Do not try switching the subject, Lani." Kynaki replied with seriousness in her voice. "I am sure you have heard the rumours of that place.""Same way there are rumours about me.""But yours are true.""Oh stop, you flatter me.""I was talking about the rumours of you being evil.""Your existence pisses me, Kynaki."The rumours were that the daughter of Charilaus Diamandis was possessed and a Pharmakis just like her Mother, and that peop
Their heads turned, Stylani seeing a figure with her hair loosely packed and some strands over her face with a black singlet, trousers and black boots.She noticed that the person was too slim to be a man and then noticed with alarm the tiny bosoms on her chest.Persephone reached them with a servant behind her as she kept wiping her hands on a cloth, "A person who engages into an argument and brings someone who is entirely innocent into it, is nothing less than a fool."Stylani watched her return the cloth to a slave, noticing something red on it. "Is that-""Blood," She replied with a nod. "As you can see, we do not have guards or hunters here so I do it myself." Then she turned to the servant, "Thank you, you may leave."The servant bowed, walking away before she turned to Stylani, her eyes looking like they would rip her into pieces if she had the chance. "Lady Aglaia is like an Aunt to me. Slandering her name would not be permitted as long as you are under this roof, do you under
He looked at her wondering why there was a warm feeling in his heart as he saw her run through the fields.She was beautiful, yes, but he doubted that was his only reason."Ye," He tried to add the dominance Father said they had to have when speaking to women as she turned to him, letting out a long sigh."What is it Achilles?" She did not want to be stopped from playing her little game with her wolf pup and the unhappiness in her voice was evident.'Never let a wooman answer ye with cheek. Tame 'em or they will nae ken their place' His father's voice rang in his head as he said, "Kneel."She looked at him, really looked at him. "No."Red filled his cheeks as he said, "Why nae?""Because I do not want to." The answer was so simple, and yet, Achilles could not accept it.He was now infront of her, his hands on her shoulder as he tried forcing her to kneel. "Submit, Persephone!""Stop it!" The child yelled. "Let me go!"And then, in a blur, Achilles was on the ground with something war
When he had been younger, he had developed a strange love and hate relationship with her.Love, for the fact that she was a good mother and wife but he hated the fact that she was so-Weak.The hate had only faded that day Persephone had spoken with her and watched her, saying under her breath so only he could hear her. "She is a very strong woman.""Strong?" He remembered asking, "She never fights back no matter what they do to her.""Wars are not always physical," She replied, facing him. "Some are fought on the inside as well." Then she turned back to Aglaia, "I see her look broken apart but yet, happy. She could leave Gerasimus if she wanted, divorce is not against any law but she still stays.""Why?""Because of you," She replied ."And your little brothers, of course. Just because one of you is tainted does not mean that she would let the rest of you be as well. I admire her for that."Achilles had believed she said that because she had lost her Mother even though the woman was s