Having only been in Athenia for a day after the trip to Aetaea, Iris had found herself in the company of the Princess first and then a few other of the Athenian nobles. Just the night before, she'd sat down to dinner with Sotira of Antonis. This morning she'd met with Dione and now she was taking the bit of downtime to herself. Phillipa's tutor had come to work with her, leaving Iris the freedom to escape into the markets of Athenia.
Dressed in a chiton of soft, eggshell blue, the lady slipped among the stalls with a quiet ease she hadn't felt in quite a while. Interested in the wares, her gaze trailed one of the stalls filled with small pottery pieces and statues. Reaching out, she picked up a small vase, smiling to herself at the delicate workmanship. Carefully setting the piece back onto the stall's table, she reached for another one, observing this one as well.
A statue of a dog.
For a moment, it made her miss the hunting dogs back on her home estate and she found herself frowning. "I'd like to purchase this one," she said quietly, earning a nod and a price from the merchant. After paying for the trinket, wrapped and safely secured under her arm, Iris turned to move through the stalls once more, ducking through the throngs of people.
It was here that she spotted a familiar head of blonde hair, which only served to ruin her good mood. Despite her husband sitting at the bedside of the King, she had been making the best of the lack of contact with her new life partner. Running into Rafail or Marikas was the last thing she honestly wanted to deal with today. It made her wish for the company of Dione and her step-daughter once more.
If only to escape the haughty lord with an ego the size of Egypt.
Knowing that running into him would be unavoidable, Iris approached the lord, giving an amiable smile and a bow. "Lord Marikas," Iris greeted, keeping any malice or distaste out of her voice as she wandered past him to a stall that she was interested in surveying. "Good day to you," she hummed, hoping to leave it at that. Hoping to be left to her quiet, solitary shopping escape.
If she knew Lord Rafail as well as she thought she did, Iris was sure that the Lord wouldn't leave it at that. Their last meeting had been less than cordial, ending in Iris asking the man to leave her lands, unable to stomach his ego and lack of manners in her home.
Rafail of Marikas
Dressed in a chiton of soft, eggshell blue, the lady slipped among the stalls with a quiet ease she hadn't felt in quite a while. Interested in the wares, her gaze trailed one of the stalls filled with small pottery pieces and statues. Reaching out, she picked up a small vase, smiling to herself at the delicate workmanship. Carefully setting the piece back onto the stall's table, she reached for another one, observing this one as well.
A statue of a dog.
For a moment, it made her miss the hunting dogs back on her home estate and she found herself frowning. "I'd like to purchase this one," she said quietly, earning a nod and a price from the merchant. After paying for the trinket, wrapped and safely secured under her arm, Iris turned to move through the stalls once more, ducking through the throngs of people.
It was here that she spotted a familiar head of blonde hair, which only served to ruin her good mood. Despite her husband sitting at the bedside of the King, she had been making the best of the lack of contact with her new life partner. Running into Rafail or Marikas was the last thing she honestly wanted to deal with today. It made her wish for the company of Dione and her step-daughter once more.
If only to escape the haughty lord with an ego the size of Egypt.
Knowing that running into him would be unavoidable, Iris approached the lord, giving an amiable smile and a bow. "Lord Marikas," Iris greeted, keeping any malice or distaste out of her voice as she wandered past him to a stall that she was interested in surveying. "Good day to you," she hummed, hoping to leave it at that. Hoping to be left to her quiet, solitary shopping escape.
If she knew Lord Rafail as well as she thought she did, Iris was sure that the Lord wouldn't leave it at that. Their last meeting had been less than cordial, ending in Iris asking the man to leave her lands, unable to stomach his ego and lack of manners in her home.
Rafail of Marikas