Thread: τςεασυςε οζ τθε δεμjηοδ (тreaѕυre oғ тнe deмιgod) +ḋɾ ¢υяισѕιту & тαℓιи+

j j j j j j. . j , . j , j . . j jj j j Translation we are in need of your help, my Kingdom is in dire straits. Please come as soon as you are able. We will reward you, money from the taxes collected each year. I also have a daughter, she is of age. Perhaps we can come to an agreement. King Binkentios Demetriados of the island of Zakynthos Callie lay across the mattress of goose feathers, anger coursing her veins as she clenched the letter, creasing the already worn thin papyrus. Someone had answered the call and today he would arrive, whoever he was. Reading over the letter in disbelief, he really was offering her to this man , there was no name on it. This meant it went out to several others before this one had responded. Tucking it away just as a hand crashed on the door frame. Come in, she stated sitting up and composing herself. Green eyes, holding the weight of the world at that moment in time, moved rapidly over the stone floors of her chambers. There he stood King Vincent, a cruel man who when given the chance would always , bite the hand that fed him. Patera, she addressed him rising to her feet and crossing the room swiftly. The white cloth wound about her body set off her dark skin and hair. She kissed his cheek affectionately and he sent her to help the other women set up for the grand feast. Men from his legion were trickling in, however, the leader wouldnt arrive until later and that was when the feasting would begin. Tables laden with specialty items, cabbage and fish were popular as were leeks and figs. A wild boar and several hares were being roasted in the large kitchen. Honey mead and wine were sitting awaiting the arrival. a few of the soldiers trickling in looked as though theyd been celebrating for days. Mind going back to the letter tucked away in her tunic she frowned. Why would she be sent off to marry a stranger, a man that wasnt even royalty? The idea was beyond the scope of her reality. Her mother approached, brow furrowed as she glanced at her daughter. Callie turned away and busied herself arranging palm fronds on the table where the platters of food would go. Another table was brought out the servants setting it on a platform she knew that it was for the Royal family to sit with that a touch to her arm brought her from her reverie. Callista? Turning she smiled at her mother, the strange expression was gone from Callies face. Our guest will be arriving by sun down you should take care in preparing yourself this evening. Callie only smiled but in her head she was screaming. After her mother stepped away, she went back to working on the main table with the servants. A few hours later she was sitting enjoying a small lunch on the rocks above the cove, huge ships on the horizon alerted her to the fact that their guest would soon arrive. She felt sick and she thought of feigning ill to get out of the whole mess. Rising to her feet she sighed and walked back into her castle. The white stone walls glistened in the sunlight, the red clay paths wound down to the villages below the castle and its surrounding immediate area. A path of sand led down to the cove and the docks tucked away there. One more sigh left her lips before she retired to her chambers. A long relaxing soak in the tub and then she was helped into looking her best. Golden colored fabric brought out the green of her eyes and her tan flawless skin sparkled with flecks of mica dusted on her skin. Black coal was crushed and painted on her eyes, accentuating them for the occasion. Last but not least leather sandals were slid on her feet and tied up her calves. long dark tresses hung down her back, green olive branches on either side of her head denoting that she was the princess. She stood next to her parents at sundown smiling and accepting the traditional means of greeting. a kiss to her unadorned knuckles. Finally her father rushed forward. His loud voice booming around the approaching group of men, Welcome savior of my precious kingdom, welcome. The man remained hidden behind the throng of people, Callie stepped back into line, she didnt want to seem eager.