Dorothea woke early as she was prone to do. Yesterday had been filled with more excitement than Dimitrou had seen in quite some time, and of course, she had trouble sleeping. Well, she often had trouble sleeping, so it was hardly different. Only this time, there was an excuse for it. The arrival of the Queen of Athenia had created quite a stir and she hardly knew what to think. At her arrival, Dorothea had attempted a variety of questions, but was quieted by nearly everyone. So, she decided she must find a more private time to ask them herself. Before she could do that, Alexa called her to her rooms and Doro always went when summoned. The younger girl had many questions of her own, many of which Dorothea promised to answer. She hoped that she would be able to soon enough.
As if things couldn’t have been dramatic enough, a storm began to rage and instead of head into its usual slumber, the house awoke. She had left her sister’s side to discover the problem, only to find half of the household following her father and brother in search of his bride. She would have joined them but thought to make herself more useful preparing for everyone’s return.
It wasn’t in Dorothea’s nature to worry much. She had long accepted the fact that the gods willed certain things and there was nothing much she could do about it. Better was to find herself in motion, distracting herself from any chance of fear. Iason and her father would be fine in the storm. They had braved as much before. The queen was unknown and while Dorothea had no attachment to her, she was wondering if her brother might. Yet, these worries were nothing without more information. And she wouldn’t have more information until the party returned. She threw herself in with the ladies, preparing for their men.
When Iason finally did return, Dorothea allowed herself a breath of relief at the sight of the queen in his arms. He didn’t look overly distraught, so the worst couldn’t be assumed. She wished to speak with him, but he whisked her into a room to warm up with haste. Dorothea knew she would not hear from him tonight and so continued her assistance until the house drifted back to sleep. It was only then that she fell into a slumber of her own.
As she prepared for her day, it dawned on the Dimitrou daughter that perhaps the queen did not have anything with which she could dress herself for the day. The last dress Dorothea had lent her had been clearly ripped in the storm. She would need another. Likely several more. And so, once she had readied herself for the day, she went through her outfits, picking several for the queen.Deciding that it was be best to catch Persephone before she desired to leave her rooms, Dorothea headed to the woman’s chambers. She paused, giving a slight knock, but opened the door almost immediately. Surely she wouldn’t come to the door undressed. Dorothea entered the room, only slightly surprised to find the queen to still be abed. Her sharp eyes noted that the bed seemed to be a little too full to only contain the slight woman. Who was she sharing it with? Was it…Iason? A movement was all it took to reveal far more of her brother than she ever wanted to see.
“Gods help me,” she exclaimed, loud enough for the couple in the bed to hear it.