It almost never was worth it to tempt the gods, Dorothea thought, reflecting on her earlier wish for some more excitement in her life. Only a few months ago, she’d been bored and sent up the smallest of wishes and finally it seemed as though the gods had granted it. In the last few days, the Dimitrou household had seen more activity than it had in months. Her brother had returned, a betrothed in tow, and the royal family of Colchis was due to arrive in a day. While the excitement was all well and good, it had kept Dorothea relatively confined to the estate. She couldn’t remember the last time that she had gone for a ride (truly only a few days ago, but it felt like forever) and was longing to spend some time outside.
For once, the household was quiet as everyone seemed to have settled into their afternoon rest. Neither Iason nor Alexa were anywhere to be seen, so Doro thought it was a good as chance as any to go for a short ride. It would be enough to feel the sun on her face for at least an hour. Maybe two. Gathering her bow, she slipped out of the house and headed toward the stables only not to find them as empty as she expected.
Spotting her father, Dorothea let out a chuckle, alerting him to her presence. “It seems we have the same idea,” she said, moving beside him. “Shall we escape together?” Her rides with Gavriil were cherished above almost all else. Spending time with him almost felt sacred. It was a time for the two of them to bond, but also test each other. Dorothea loved their friendly competition and the thrill of the hunt. It was him, Iason, and Alexa that made up her entire world. Which was perhaps why she had been longing for a little of that comfort lately. Iason’s new addition to their household had changed their dynamic and Dorothea had yet to determine if it was positive or negative.
Of course, as his sister, Dorothea was bound to protect Iason at all costs. Yet, she ought to be welcoming to a potential new family member. However, Persephone had done little so far to impress her, so Dorothea was choosing to withhold judgment. She hated to see Iason’s confusion over his engagement and the princess, but Doro put herself in the other woman’s shoes and felt the immense pain she must be suffering. To lose her family like that…Dorothea could only slightly imagine.
She was quiet, lost in thoughts, as she readied her horse for the ride. It would be nice to get her father’s opinion on all that was going on. The two of them hadn’t had a single moment alone together since her brother had returned. It was nice to be in the comfort of his presence. As they led their horses out, Dorothea forgot the issues of their family for a moment and let out a cry of pure joy, spurring her steed into a gallop, heading for the woods. Gavriil would catch up.
After a few minutes, she slowed, her father close behind her, and gave him a grin. “Sometimes I’d like to never go inside,” she commented. “How are you, father? I feel as though we’ve hardly had a moment alone since…”—she gestured her hands everywhere, indicating everything.