Evelli had wanted to hurry out of the manor the moment Desma had arrived to find her with Olympia's message coming on the heels of her husband's update as he returned from the Senate meet, looking as if he now carried the weight of the world. Evelli could care less what happened to Stephanos, but the fact of the matter was that now, whatever happened to her wayward son-in-law meant it would happen to her daughter as well, and that was when Evelli would not stand for it.
But Georgios had always been the calmer of the two when it came to his daughters, and had held his wife back. He reasoned with her, that there was no reason to endanger the livelihood of the rest of their daughters, as much as he too wanted to rush to Olympia's side. Doing so immediately after the Senate meet, he could not be sure what would happen, and unwilling to risk his wife (not to mention her recent, ailing health), Georgios had, for the first time in a long time, forbade Evelli from leaving the archontiko till the next day.
Bright and early the following day however, Evelli was up first thing to prepare a basket of ginger, chamomile, rosehip and fenugreek, along with other treats in hopes that it would ease her daughter's situation. It was the best she could do under the circumstances, for no matter how long she had spoken with Georgios the night before, they had not been able to come up with a way to get her out without endangering the rest of their family. Her husband had forced her to bed when Evelli's gaze had glazed over, and after the second time she threw up, the woman had no energy to argue with her husband either.
The carriage ride was swiftly prepared, for Evelli would accept no dallying. Georgios had said he would be staying back to ensure their two youngest were not disturbed, but Evelli had insisted on going to see Olympia. With her ginger tea settling her stomach, the woman soon arrived at the palati. She hissed at the guards who searched her body and made a mess of the basket she had prepared as they ensured she did not bring any weapons nor items of which to aid in escape, but only after that was she allowed to the chambers in which her daughter was held with her husband.
A maid led her down the hallway, but Evelli waited till the maid had left, flanked by guards who barely gave Evelli a glance as she straightened her simply red chiton before rapping on the door. "Sweet pea, would you let Mama in?"
But Georgios had always been the calmer of the two when it came to his daughters, and had held his wife back. He reasoned with her, that there was no reason to endanger the livelihood of the rest of their daughters, as much as he too wanted to rush to Olympia's side. Doing so immediately after the Senate meet, he could not be sure what would happen, and unwilling to risk his wife (not to mention her recent, ailing health), Georgios had, for the first time in a long time, forbade Evelli from leaving the archontiko till the next day.
Bright and early the following day however, Evelli was up first thing to prepare a basket of ginger, chamomile, rosehip and fenugreek, along with other treats in hopes that it would ease her daughter's situation. It was the best she could do under the circumstances, for no matter how long she had spoken with Georgios the night before, they had not been able to come up with a way to get her out without endangering the rest of their family. Her husband had forced her to bed when Evelli's gaze had glazed over, and after the second time she threw up, the woman had no energy to argue with her husband either.
The carriage ride was swiftly prepared, for Evelli would accept no dallying. Georgios had said he would be staying back to ensure their two youngest were not disturbed, but Evelli had insisted on going to see Olympia. With her ginger tea settling her stomach, the woman soon arrived at the palati. She hissed at the guards who searched her body and made a mess of the basket she had prepared as they ensured she did not bring any weapons nor items of which to aid in escape, but only after that was she allowed to the chambers in which her daughter was held with her husband.
A maid led her down the hallway, but Evelli waited till the maid had left, flanked by guards who barely gave Evelli a glance as she straightened her simply red chiton before rapping on the door. "Sweet pea, would you let Mama in?"