The candle lights dimmed down, the last of her visitors left and with them, so did Daphne, swaying her young hips with natural grace before Eirene’s eyes. The greek mistress watched her lover’s elegant silhouette disappear from sight, leaving her with a painful tug at her heart. This may have been the last night together, that last time she’d get to see her blonde nymph and the thought was just unbearable.<br/><br/>Eirene was sitting in the pateo, gaze fixed on the doorway when tears started to gather at the corners of her eyes. She did not let them trail down on her cheeks, nor did she let others follow. Orion’s lingering presence was a constant reminder of her loss, of the dreadful day in which she lost Daphne, possibly for ever. It came to no surprise that when the young man approached her with two wine glasses in his hands, Eirene shot him a deadly glare. All her spite and sandness and anger were expressed in that gaze, but underneath it all there was just heartache, a boundless despair.<br/><br/>His words left no room for comment until his last question forced Eirene to speak. She did her best to keep her trembling lips under control. In that moment nothing could stop her from killing this man. But would that bring Daphne back to her and things as they were before?<br/><br/>“Long enough for us to depart Athens” she said, giving away all her plans and dreams in a single sentence. It was as simple as that. “I was to propose it to her tonight, after everyone left. Truly a reckless idea. The thought of seeing her with you…” she folded her lips into a straight line. “Now it’s all over. You won. Tomorrow the handsome Orion will claim his prize and I’ll remain here alone.” She stood up and walked over to the entrance of the room, clinging on the stone frame.  “I’ll have to leave my home. My name has been tainted twice today.”<br/>