Breakaway (Odysseas & Victoria)

It wasn't unusual for Odysseas to take night strolls, especially during the Summer. It was a way for him to relax after a long day of business and politics, especially when Clio was busy, making it impossible for him to have his sexual needs satisfied. It was a truth, that Odysseas Venizelos was a player, being the most eligible bachelor in Greece had its perks, but he still had class. Clio might not be a Pureblood, but she was understanding. She didn't expect him to marry her, she was good in bed and she definitely knew how to keep a low profile. Unlike... most women.

But this particular evening, the male was found alone, sitting at home and staring at the endless sea, as if waiting for something to come out of it. To save him from this misery he had been feeling ever since his father gave the Clement everything their ancestors had worked for. Ever since he had allowed Greece to bow down to France, and most specifically, the Clements.

Emptying his wine filled glass, Odysseas made his way back to his room, getting dressed in something simple and comfortable, before grabbing a bottle of Bourbon and disapparating. Seconds later, the Venizelos heir's bare feet touched the soft sand that adorned one of the most famous beaches in Chania. The male had decided against going to his private beach because, well, it was private. And right now, privacy was not on his plans.

Taking a few moments to relax himself, Odysseas opened his brand new bottle of Bourbon, taking a large gulp. A smile touched his features as the usual fire started tingling his throat. His feet started moving on their accord, with no true destination. All Odysseas wanted was to enjoy the starry night as the soft wind was blowing. Summer nights were indescribably beautiful in Greece.

But as he kept walking, an unfamiliar shape came into view. As he approached, Odysseas understood that it wasn't but a young woman, standing... alone? Was she hurt? "Δεσποινίς, είστε καλά;" Odysseas asked, in Greek, a frown touching his lips. It wasn't usual for a lady to be outside all by herself.

Odysseas' Attire

It hadn't occurred to Odysseas that approaching the young witch without a notice could actually be a bad thing. He didn't mean any harm, no, he would never try to hurt her, but seeing a woman all alone on the beach seemed weird. At least in Crete, it was weird. Though, as the woman turned to face him, Odysseas was on edge, waiting to see whether she would attempt anything weird. Though the young woman didn't move an inch, neither did she speak. That gave the wizard time to finally take a good look at her.

The woman was obviously quite young, with long dark brown hair falling over her shoulders. She was beautiful yet, she was not from here, that was obvious. And it wasn't the color of her skin that gave her away. It was the fact that Odysseas had grown to known almost everyone on this island (with minor exceptions) and the woman was definitely someone he had never seen before. If he had, he was positive he wouldn't be able to forget.

"I'm American, I... don't know what you just said... do you know English?"

It took some time, but the girl finally spoke, confirming Odysseas' thoughts. She was indeed not Greek, and definitely not Cretan. She was... American. What was she doing out here then? Did her Holidays go wrong?
"I asked whether you were okay, Miss." Odysseas spoke in fluent English, showing that languages was definitely not his weak spot. Nevertheless, he didn't make a move to approach the woman farther. He still didn't know what she was doing here.

"I apologise for scaring you."

It took some time for the witch to speak again, and Odysseas took the time to examine her. She was... incredibly short. Or rather, he was extremely tall, especially for a Greek. He was the only 'giant' in the family, but the genes of his ancestors proved that height had never been a problem. But that wasn't the only thing that caught the man's attention. The young woman seemed to be frozen in her spot, since the moment he spoke, and it had taken a great deal of self control to keep himself from smirking.

To say that this wasn't happening quite a lot... well, that would be a lie. Odysseas knew well enough that he was handsome, plus, he was the wealthiest man in Greece. He was famous and still a bachelor, which cause most of the female population to swoon over him. And what man would turn down such a chance? After all, Odysseas likes to have fun, and beautiful women was the best type of fun.

"I just stepped out of a party with some friends, I needed some fresh air, and my feet brought me here... and you didn't scare me, well, not too much. You did sneak up on me, which made me jump, but you don't look scary."

The insistence that she was okay and the explanation that followed, brought a small smile from the man as well. She was obviously quite young, slightly tipsy --to say the least-- and very, very talkative. For a young lady that was alone in the middle of a night, she seemed to be way too comfortable, and that meant alcohol was surely involved.

As Odysseas listened to the girl talking about how beautiful Crete was, followed by a question of whether this was his home, the male took the time to glance at the bottle of Bourbon he had dragged along, bringing the bottle to his lips and gulping down some of it. He was in no rush, after all, and it seemed like neither was she.

"I'm Victoria, by the way. What's your name?"

"I am Odysseas Venizelos, my Lady. And yes, to answer your question, I do, in fact, live here. Crete is one of the most beautiful places in Greece." He spoke, finally bringing himself to take a few steps closer to the witch. She didn't seem dangerous at all.
"So, I take it that the party was terrible?" He asked with a small chuckle, before offering his bottle to her. "And Victoria is such a beautiful name. Suits such a pretty face like yours." A little compliment, to test the waters and see how far Odysseas could go today. This could end up as a meaningless night, or it could develop into something more.

The wizard allowed the girl to take her time, repeating his name, as if trying to memorise it, it seemed. Her sweet voice made his name sound... cute, something that didn't really settle well with the man, but he didn't dare to say anything about it. After all, it wouldn't change a thing. The woman's eyes found his though, and for a moment Odysseas stared back at her, slightly confused. It took him a moment, but he understood that Victoria was looking for confirmation, something that Odysseas gave with the slight nod of his head. For a foreigner, she was doing very good with the pronunciation and such.

"No, the party was beautiful. A client's fiftieth wedding anniversary. Well, ex-client now, I suppose. Everything was perfect..."

But the fact that the witch was trailing off at the end proved that things were anything but perfect. Odysseas didn't like the sound of that, and it was obvious that something was bothering the witch. Sadly, the wizard wasn't able to detect the source, whereas he didn't know the girl well enough. He didn't know her at all, in fact. But that could change... perhaps.

The redness that touched the girls cheeks at his compliment was noted by the man. For someone else, perhaps, it wouldn't have been as easy to note as it was for Odysseas, but when you've grown up complimenting ladies, you could pick out patterns. Certain movements that women did when they liked what they were hearing. It was easy to play with females, especially females like miss Victoria here. Anyone could see that she was still... pure. In every sense. An easy catch for Odysseas, if he found himself wanting to have a taste.

"And you, what brings you out here this evening, Mr Venizelos?"

"Boredom, mostly, Lady Victoria. But I happen to enjoy walks on the beach. I find them... refreshing. Though, if I knew I would stumble upon such beauty as yourself, I would have dressed accordingly." Odysseas answered, giving Victoria one of his charming smiles. "I am not something interesting, though, darling. I am more interested in you. What made you sad? You may have described the party as 'perfect', but I can see it in your eyes. Something is troubling you..."

Victoria didn't seem to know who Odysseas was, mostly because the Venizelos had little business with America. But instead of revealing to her the extend of her power, Odysseas would allow himself to actually pretend he was someone else, at least until he had to tell her the truth. Sometimes, it was nice hiding in plain sight. If he managed to sweep her off her feet as a commoner, once he revealed himself it would be a piece of cake.

At her comments about his clothes, Odysseas chuckled softly. Even if she hadn't told him she was American, even if she had spoken to him in his mother tongue, Odysseas would have known she was definitely not Greek. Greek people had specific things that made them stand out from the crowd. Like, how they could, indeed, put up with the immense heat that was going on in the country, especially during the summer period.

"Yes, and I am certainly not as acclimated as you are with the cold, though." Odysseas noted with a small smile. Winters were harsh in Greece, but nothing close to what the Americans, or other foreign countries were going through.

"And, I would hate to intrude on your walk, perhaps... we could walk together?"

"Oh, I would love to, my Lady." Odysseas said, bringing the bottle of Bourbon to his lips before falling in step with the young woman. His assumptions were proven right, a few minutes later, when Victoria finally spoke of why she was here, in Greece, but also why she had been sad. It seemed that the woman was, or had been, a lawyer, and she was but a guest to one of her client's house. What didn't fit though, was the last part of her story. If she was indeed experienced in the firm and had a First Class degree, how could she not find an employer?

"But, it is only a temporary set back... I'm sure something will come up when I return to England in a couple of days."

"It's nice to see that you are still positive after such misfortune. Though, I can not understand how a woman of your talents could lose her job, even more finding different to get a new one?" Odysseas didn't want to be mean, but this was business, and the girl was obviously keeping something from him. No one would fire a woman of such talents, and even if he did, for some demented reason, the said woman shouldn't find it hard to find a new job at all.

Unless someone made sure she wouldn't.

But how could a woman as sweet as Victoria hurt someone so much?

"Did someone do this to you? Did you anger a person of power?" This would be the only explanation.