Princess Gianna was welcomed by her father who bade her to join the small party as the Spartan dignitaries, whom all had known her since she was but a child, so it was Lacuna, Lucia Vega, La Quint and Vasha greeted her with open arms and little kisses upon the cheeks as was the custom of their Roman cousins, whom the Greeks knew to be a warm, friendly and generous people. Here all looked upon the face of the young 18 year old virgin, with skin as supple, clear and fresh as the morning dew upon the lilies of the field, her long raven tresses gathered behind her head in little twists and braids, exposing the flesh of the nape of her neck, her soft, white shoulders covered in ribbons of purple attached to her white linen gown which swirled about her in the gentle breeze coming up off the tranquil turquoise waters. Queen Sparta was taken by her comeliness and her brother stood their motionless entranced by this living vision of his divine dreams.
King Therakles gazed upon her loveliness and for a moment nothing came to him to say, for his tongue was frozen in silent awe, whereupon, straightaway, a subtle flame surged underneath his skin, in a flash King Therakles could see nothing with his eyes, save only the image of her face which seemed to glow with a pink translucent aura as he was bathed in the light of her smile, all the while his ears were buzzing like the sound of bees gathering nectar in the sweet white clover. His heart raced so rapidly King Therakles, himself, felt a little short of death as he beheld her glorious presence and her hair smelled of cherry blossoms.
"King Therakles?" Queen Sparta said in a hushed tone, nudging him the ribs with a sharp elbow as all waited in silence for the young smitten King to come back down to Earth again and speak, all while the young curious royal lady stared up at the handsome Spartan leader with her sparkling amber eyes, wide and bright, her expression one of excitement mixed with extreme anxiousness.
For strange it was for the the Princess to see this young man, whom she had never met, yet had heard so much about, and she found it remarkable that he looked exactly like his father, King Vyakles, of whom she, herself, had met and come to know as a family friend on the many occasions he had traveled to Rome after the death of his wife Thera, the last true Queen of Themiscyra. Now it had been no secret amongst her family and friends that she had a mad, deep crush of love upon King Vyakles in her early teenage years, and it was true she did take to her bed for three whole days without food or drink, or any comfort, when she heard the tragic news of his death on the battle field during the Siege of Thebes. Oh how she wept a river of tears for that noble Grecian King. Now, as her pulse quickened, her palms sweating, here she stood face to face with this living image of Vyakles, who she knew to be so alluring, brave and charming, so she felt she should say something to break the awkward silence, yet, instead, King Therakles opened up his mouth and spoke in a rich clear voice saying "Forgive my state of being.., dearest Princess, for surely, even as the words come to my lips, I must confess your appearance has stunned my senses and I found my tongue frozen for I am so captured by that rarest beauty which you yourself posses, I can say now, by the grace of the gods and goddesses and the favor of the Fates, I feel the rapturous rapid beating of my heart which might cause me to perish. Should this happen I would die happy.., alas I would also be quite embarrassed." here he paused as he let his words sink into the buds of her mind like sweet honey melting over warm bread the he said "I praise the Fates, the Divine hand of Destiny, and I praise your mother and father whom have worked together to bring you across the vast deep blue sea, so that I, myself, rightful King of Sparta, may stand before you, humbly, only to tell you that it is a divine pleasure just to fill my lungs with the very air you breathe. I feel truly blessed among all the men of the Earth that I can feel the same sun shining down upon our skin, warming us with the touch of his golden kiss; which pales in comparison to the warmth given in your radiant presence."
Queen Sparta, and all there, were taken by the passion of his speech, for she knew her brother to be charming and eloquent, but Sparta was touched by his words, everyone of which spoken in Latin, the Princess's native tongue. Before the Princess could reply Queen Sparta knew the sentiment expressed by her brother was genuinely from the bottom of his heart and everyone gathered there, at this first meeting of the Royal Couple, could sense at once, instantly, the spark of passion which had been ignited between them, as evident in Gianna's and Therakles' beaming smiles."You are.., King Therakles," she paused speaking in a sweet voice as soft as the cooing of a dove, choosing her words carefully as she did her best to speak Greek, a language she had studied for many weeks just to please the young foreign king "You are just as I have imagined you to be.., and the words you have spoken have melted my heart like wax over a flame." she smiled her eyes clear and bright, telling him "I, myself, and amazed and astonished to find you look so much like your beloved father, King Vyakles." here she turned her attention to Queen Sparta who stood there motionless as the two women stared at each other for the first time, the Grecian Queen towering over the diminutive creature with thin arms, tiny wrists and thin waist, but she had a pretty face and hips wide enough to birth her brothers giant babies, so she would do fine "Ah , and you are the famous warrior Queen of Greece, Queen Sparta! May I say you that you are the most beautiful Themiscyran woman I have ever seen." Princess Gianna said with a slight bow to the sister of King Therakles.
"You may say, however, bare in mind, you have not met us all." Queen Sparta laughed making her foreign guest feel at ease in her Royal presence.
"Come, let us sit together," Emperor Cyrillus spoke then being suddenly interrupted by the appearance of a tall man, dressed in military uniform, shaved head, and a long, thin white scar upon his left cheek. He approached the group confidently standing now directly in front of King Therakles and Queen Sparta then, eyeing the young Queen he opened up his mouth and spoke in a deep voice saying.
"Queen Sparta, King Therakles, what an honor it is to finally meet the children of Queen Thera and King Vyakles."
Now Queen Sparta, nor her brother, had ever met this man before, he was as if a stranger to them both, so Queen Sparta looked him up and down, he was about her height, 6 feet, eyes as black as night, rough skin burned by the sun and the sea wind, with thick arms and legs, broad shouldered and he had incredibly sweet breath which smelled of mint and apples. "And whom, Sir.., might you be?"
"I am the brother of the Emperor." he proclaimed as if it was his birthright.
"IN LAW! This is General Cothus, my brother-in-law." Cyrillus quickly spoke up, being sure to make the distinction.
King Therakles gazed upon her loveliness and for a moment nothing came to him to say, for his tongue was frozen in silent awe, whereupon, straightaway, a subtle flame surged underneath his skin, in a flash King Therakles could see nothing with his eyes, save only the image of her face which seemed to glow with a pink translucent aura as he was bathed in the light of her smile, all the while his ears were buzzing like the sound of bees gathering nectar in the sweet white clover. His heart raced so rapidly King Therakles, himself, felt a little short of death as he beheld her glorious presence and her hair smelled of cherry blossoms.
"King Therakles?" Queen Sparta said in a hushed tone, nudging him the ribs with a sharp elbow as all waited in silence for the young smitten King to come back down to Earth again and speak, all while the young curious royal lady stared up at the handsome Spartan leader with her sparkling amber eyes, wide and bright, her expression one of excitement mixed with extreme anxiousness.
For strange it was for the the Princess to see this young man, whom she had never met, yet had heard so much about, and she found it remarkable that he looked exactly like his father, King Vyakles, of whom she, herself, had met and come to know as a family friend on the many occasions he had traveled to Rome after the death of his wife Thera, the last true Queen of Themiscyra. Now it had been no secret amongst her family and friends that she had a mad, deep crush of love upon King Vyakles in her early teenage years, and it was true she did take to her bed for three whole days without food or drink, or any comfort, when she heard the tragic news of his death on the battle field during the Siege of Thebes. Oh how she wept a river of tears for that noble Grecian King. Now, as her pulse quickened, her palms sweating, here she stood face to face with this living image of Vyakles, who she knew to be so alluring, brave and charming, so she felt she should say something to break the awkward silence, yet, instead, King Therakles opened up his mouth and spoke in a rich clear voice saying "Forgive my state of being.., dearest Princess, for surely, even as the words come to my lips, I must confess your appearance has stunned my senses and I found my tongue frozen for I am so captured by that rarest beauty which you yourself posses, I can say now, by the grace of the gods and goddesses and the favor of the Fates, I feel the rapturous rapid beating of my heart which might cause me to perish. Should this happen I would die happy.., alas I would also be quite embarrassed." here he paused as he let his words sink into the buds of her mind like sweet honey melting over warm bread the he said "I praise the Fates, the Divine hand of Destiny, and I praise your mother and father whom have worked together to bring you across the vast deep blue sea, so that I, myself, rightful King of Sparta, may stand before you, humbly, only to tell you that it is a divine pleasure just to fill my lungs with the very air you breathe. I feel truly blessed among all the men of the Earth that I can feel the same sun shining down upon our skin, warming us with the touch of his golden kiss; which pales in comparison to the warmth given in your radiant presence."
Queen Sparta, and all there, were taken by the passion of his speech, for she knew her brother to be charming and eloquent, but Sparta was touched by his words, everyone of which spoken in Latin, the Princess's native tongue. Before the Princess could reply Queen Sparta knew the sentiment expressed by her brother was genuinely from the bottom of his heart and everyone gathered there, at this first meeting of the Royal Couple, could sense at once, instantly, the spark of passion which had been ignited between them, as evident in Gianna's and Therakles' beaming smiles."You are.., King Therakles," she paused speaking in a sweet voice as soft as the cooing of a dove, choosing her words carefully as she did her best to speak Greek, a language she had studied for many weeks just to please the young foreign king "You are just as I have imagined you to be.., and the words you have spoken have melted my heart like wax over a flame." she smiled her eyes clear and bright, telling him "I, myself, and amazed and astonished to find you look so much like your beloved father, King Vyakles." here she turned her attention to Queen Sparta who stood there motionless as the two women stared at each other for the first time, the Grecian Queen towering over the diminutive creature with thin arms, tiny wrists and thin waist, but she had a pretty face and hips wide enough to birth her brothers giant babies, so she would do fine "Ah , and you are the famous warrior Queen of Greece, Queen Sparta! May I say you that you are the most beautiful Themiscyran woman I have ever seen." Princess Gianna said with a slight bow to the sister of King Therakles.
"You may say, however, bare in mind, you have not met us all." Queen Sparta laughed making her foreign guest feel at ease in her Royal presence.
"Come, let us sit together," Emperor Cyrillus spoke then being suddenly interrupted by the appearance of a tall man, dressed in military uniform, shaved head, and a long, thin white scar upon his left cheek. He approached the group confidently standing now directly in front of King Therakles and Queen Sparta then, eyeing the young Queen he opened up his mouth and spoke in a deep voice saying.
"Queen Sparta, King Therakles, what an honor it is to finally meet the children of Queen Thera and King Vyakles."
Now Queen Sparta, nor her brother, had ever met this man before, he was as if a stranger to them both, so Queen Sparta looked him up and down, he was about her height, 6 feet, eyes as black as night, rough skin burned by the sun and the sea wind, with thick arms and legs, broad shouldered and he had incredibly sweet breath which smelled of mint and apples. "And whom, Sir.., might you be?"
"I am the brother of the Emperor." he proclaimed as if it was his birthright.
"IN LAW! This is General Cothus, my brother-in-law." Cyrillus quickly spoke up, being sure to make the distinction.
"General Cothus!" came the hails from the Spartan dignitaries as La Quint approached shaking his hand.
"Come, as I was saying, let us all sit and feast together on this spectacular day." he paused turning to his daughter and King Therakles, who were standing close to one another lost in each others charisma and charms "Dearest daughter.., go now to the temple, make an offering of wine, take the young King with you, so that you may both go together and give up your prayers of thanksgiving to Zeus and Hera. Then return at once so we may discuss important matters of the future."
"Yes father." Princess Gianna said with a pure smile of delight as she took the hand of the young King in hers, they were both filled with excitement at the thought of being alone for the very fist time.
No comments:
Post a Comment