Little sandled feet crept silently into the meeting room where her pater was talking with his men. Kyra had been learning to hunt and had been practicing her stealthing - to the point where she escaped her guard a moment. With some parchment grasped in her hand, she managed to slip under the table and crawl right up to his lap where she put the drawing and let slip a quiet giggle. (From Kyra in this AU)
what she didn’t know couldn’t hurt her . truthfully , what in the silver islands could aside from KNOWLEDGE ? if anyone – and podarkes meant ANYONE – sought to bring harm to kyra , he would personally bury them at the bottom of the aegean .
podarkes stood his daughter’s protector , balanced on a fine line . he could save her from physical harm , but keeping her in the dark in regards to his violent rule of mykonos and delos was , unfortunately , a different story entirely .
kyra’s soft laugh prompted her father to push chair from table , a loud interruption of the confidential meeting he’d seconds ago been part of . he swept parchment from its place , setting it CAREFULLY aside upon tabletop . gaze settling on the child , expression melted into a gentle smile . CRUEL LEADER extended hand , an offer to help beloved daughter from her hiding place .
“ how long have you been here , little bird ? ” for her own sake , he hoped not long .