No Church in the Wild [ private ]

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should i begin where she hires him for the job? also, i suppose she is wealthy, due to her bloodline?

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She had grown in happiness and wealth, in the lush gardens of their towering home, climbing the vines that grew like wildfire upon the stones. She was always a joyous child; being the favorite of her father's many litters of children, she was the spoiled one. Athena wanted a new pair of slippers! Her father would come home with pristine ones of the finest fabrics. Athena wanted her own horse! Zeus would take his time after work to buy a thoroughbred race horse from the local stable boy. She could ask for a castle in the skies, and the mighty male would begin the task.
Although this was all true, she was not one to ask for jewels and slippers, nor gowns or tiaras. She instead lusted for handcrafted bows and arrows instead of jewels, mighty animals to train rather than house pets, and cloaks rather than gowns. Perhaps that was why Zeus had loved her so; she had inherited all his genes and little to none from her unknown mother. So whilst her many sisters went to attend ballroom dancing classes, Athena was scuffling in the dirt with some farm boy.
But her joyous childhood had come to an abrupt halt when her father came to her one evening, golden envelope in hand as he approached her. She was to be wed to the king of Athens, her home town. The girl had torn up the note in rage, begging her father to do something about this. She'd rather bury herself in a casket than be shipped away from her home and dear family to marry some filthy king. But Posiden's word could not be altered, and Zeus watched in gloom as his daughter hugged him goodbye, tears streaming her face. Watched as she made her way down their paved pathway, her appearance dazzling. Watched as she looked over her shoulder before stepping into the carriage. He had bowed his head as the horses were whipped, and her hand struck the glass panel of the carriage, brows knotted in pain.

Dark lashes fluttered upwards, vibrant green optics dull as she stared at her soft face in the mirror of the dresser. Maids buzzed about her, correcting every curl and tightening the corset about her torso, their soft voices cooing over her beauty. As the maids left her alone, she suddenly stood from the cushioned bench she had sat upon. The femme hurriedly undid the jewels that rested upon her pale chest, placing them down messily before slipping into basic shoes rather than sparkling slippers. Glancing over her shoulder, she would strip away the vibrant fabrics, instead clad in her simply white corset, fitted pants underneath. The brunette would inhale before throwing a leg over the windowsill, slowly making her way down the castle from her balcony.
Once upon the ground, the young woman would hurry to her horse she had received from Zeus, leading the stallion out before hitching herself over the royal saddle. Taking the reins in her hands, the femme would shout before giving the white beast a nudge, sending him into a cantering pace across the land and towards the marketplace.

She rode upon the walking horse, guiding him through the thick crowd before spotting her target. Brows knotted in mild nerves, she would command the mammal to halt before slipping off the stallion, a hand draped around the reins, gently leading the animal towards the male. Reaching a hand into her pockets, she took out a crumpled piece of parchment, looking over the name.
"Eryx,"
She spoke clearly, halting a few feet away from the male, as if a bit afraid to get too awfully close. Her orbs scanned his features before she would turn to the packed saddle upon the horse's back, removing a sack of coins, containing thousands she had both been awarded by her father and stolen from the king. Clenching the bag before holding it to her stomach, she spoke once more.
"I have a job for you."
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Crumpling the piece of parchment before returning it to her pockets, the femme's pale gaze studied the other for a moment, nerves causing her fingers to shake just barely. Could she really go through with this? It was too late to simply take back her offering and flee. Athena's thumb rubbed against the stallion's lead role before she took a breath and spoke.
"It's not... typical,"
Her eyes were flickering from his two orbs as she straightened her posture like so many maids had growled at her to do. Licking her dry lips before motioning her hand, her eyes gazed around the surrounding buildings. She rarely ever came here; the king would have a fit if his precious toy was absent in his time of need.
"I cannot afford for a soul to overhear; is there somewhere we can speak in private?"
Tucking a strand of her caramel locks behind her ear, the brunette would await a response patiently, although she felt rushed with time ticking away. She kept glancing over her shoulder, afraid someone would recognize her or even a guard might lead her away back to the castle. She could not afford a single mistake in these times.
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