It was ostensibly the need to update the Princess Xene upon his dealings with those fools who had disrupted the Egyptian reception that had Achilleas call into the Palati. But perhaps beyond that was the desire to check in upon his cousin in the wake of all that had gone before. There was an air of uncertainty around everything now, more thick than it had been before Theodora had come to him ,and he wondered how Xene and Gianna faired in it. Perhaps he might even try and see Stephanos and Olympia himself whilst he was here.
‘I've reminded you of the need to place the importance of Taengea and the glory of the kingdom beyond flippant relations you pursue with your cousins’
His father’s words played heavy on his mind as he waited for the servant to announce him, and Achilleas found himself hoping this social call would remain under the Prince Regent’s notice. He had been rather tiptoeing around the man, unwilling to give him further reason to criticise him, and though there should have been nothing remarkable about him visiting his cousin, Achilleas knew that did not mean it was so. Irakles had been in a foul mood since the embassy reception , and had spent many hours closeted away since. His elder son had marked well the visit of the Lords Leventi, Contos and Dimitrou and though his father had spoken not it him of its subject, Achilleas could not help but wonder what would require the presence of the three heads of houses. What had shifted that would demand such a hasty meet?
He did not sit when he was left in the receiving room to await the Princess Xene, but instead stood by the window that overlooked the gardens. Hands clasped behind his back, he gazed down on but did not really see the slaves that were busy at work tending to the shrubs and greenery that bordered the walkways, mind occupied elsewhere.
There were so many questions that needed answering, so much that made no sense, and rather than becoming clearer as time passed , there seemed only further layers of complication being added. Now, at a time where Tangea was in complete political disarray, with a regent already accused of treason, they now had the prospect of disgruntled Egyptians to deal with. He’d had an interesting conversation with a commander stationed out in the desert lands, and that had given him food for thought, but as Achilleas heard soft footfalls behind him and turned to look upon the Princess, he pushed such thoughts aside. This was not about that, this was his cousin, who had been left in a precarious position that she had done nothing to deserve.
“Your Highness” He offered a bow, drawing upright and looking at his cousin to see how she fared. Achilleas kept his expression neutral, though there had been whispers of over indulgence and unseeming behaviour from the eldest of the Princesses in the days gone by. “ Please forgive me not having called on you before now. Everything has been a little hectic since the senate meet.” His eyes rested upon his cousin, sincerity evident both his tone and in the concern than bled through onto his features despite his best efforts at remaining impassive..
‘I've reminded you of the need to place the importance of Taengea and the glory of the kingdom beyond flippant relations you pursue with your cousins’
His father’s words played heavy on his mind as he waited for the servant to announce him, and Achilleas found himself hoping this social call would remain under the Prince Regent’s notice. He had been rather tiptoeing around the man, unwilling to give him further reason to criticise him, and though there should have been nothing remarkable about him visiting his cousin, Achilleas knew that did not mean it was so. Irakles had been in a foul mood since the embassy reception , and had spent many hours closeted away since. His elder son had marked well the visit of the Lords Leventi, Contos and Dimitrou and though his father had spoken not it him of its subject, Achilleas could not help but wonder what would require the presence of the three heads of houses. What had shifted that would demand such a hasty meet?
He did not sit when he was left in the receiving room to await the Princess Xene, but instead stood by the window that overlooked the gardens. Hands clasped behind his back, he gazed down on but did not really see the slaves that were busy at work tending to the shrubs and greenery that bordered the walkways, mind occupied elsewhere.
There were so many questions that needed answering, so much that made no sense, and rather than becoming clearer as time passed , there seemed only further layers of complication being added. Now, at a time where Tangea was in complete political disarray, with a regent already accused of treason, they now had the prospect of disgruntled Egyptians to deal with. He’d had an interesting conversation with a commander stationed out in the desert lands, and that had given him food for thought, but as Achilleas heard soft footfalls behind him and turned to look upon the Princess, he pushed such thoughts aside. This was not about that, this was his cousin, who had been left in a precarious position that she had done nothing to deserve.
“Your Highness” He offered a bow, drawing upright and looking at his cousin to see how she fared. Achilleas kept his expression neutral, though there had been whispers of over indulgence and unseeming behaviour from the eldest of the Princesses in the days gone by. “ Please forgive me not having called on you before now. Everything has been a little hectic since the senate meet.” His eyes rested upon his cousin, sincerity evident both his tone and in the concern than bled through onto his features despite his best efforts at remaining impassive..