Persephone: Leonidas' Domina

16- Leonidas

Dear Narcissus.

Leonidas smiled at the pet name, his pulse soaring to heights as well. The name had stuck when she replied his second letter with it.

I am glad that the preparations of the Gathering is commencing perfectly. From the little I have heard when the servants gossip, it is going to be quite grand. I hope you know that the past couple of weeks that I have not set my eyes on you, I have missed curling my finger around a lock of your hair and counting the freckles on your cheeks but I must let you do your official duty.
Nevertheless, you said that there is a need to add something new to the list of things happening on that day and I have a suggestion, though you do not necessarily have to follow it.
There is a man called Alcaeus Chloros. He is a Hermes familia and the leader of the Hermes and Hestia familia though he would rather call it a clan. He is knowledged on this sort of events as he lived long enough to witness the beginning of this new world as we know it. He is also quite cautious of people and does not like other Familias aside his, but tell him that his habibti was the one who asked for you.

I hope he honours your request agape mou, but beware, he shall request for a bargain, make sure you think smartly for a good reply when this happens.
Tell me when he does and I hope my butterfly keeps you safe till we meet again.

Leonidas stared at the letter, knowing that she had not meant it as a suggestion, but clearly expected him to do it while his hand went to the butterfly brooch now pinned safely on his breast pocket.

After he had dressed, the stable boy had walked into the stable, his hand out, "My Mistress said that your Caretaker asked for your butterfly brooch and she apologized for hoarding it for so long without retuning it. She asks that you forgive her."

In his hand was a blue butterfly brooch with tiny green stones all over.

His heart had melted there. "Tell her she is forgiven."

Now as he rolled up the scroll, his eyes fell on the narcissus flower that had accompanied it, a small grunt escaping his lips.

Persephone had demanded that he apologized to Stylani for abandoning her and send the female flowers when he wrote as well as not to draw unwarranted attention to themselves.

He was betrothed to her and Persephone expected him to keep it that way.

Replying her letters was no problem, Persephone seemed to be interested in the small mundane things like him telling her about how Loukas now loved going to the site because of how everyone seemed to stare and gloat at his beauty or how Leonidas nearly exploded the day he dreamt of her and woke up to a very wet bed.

Nevertheless, writing to her was like breathing.

Stylani, on the other hand, was full of the lies that Loukas had tried impacting on him and though thankfully, she bought them, writing them always drew out his energy.

Literally.

Putting the rolled up scroll in his desk drawer and setting the flower aside, he picked up a quill and a new parchment, about to begin his new tale of lies before his door opened and a polished accented voice spoke, "You do not seem ready."