Then their sons had been born. Since that fateful day, my father couldn't stand to be near my mother. He blamed her for Acheron.
"You whored yourself to a god. Don't deny it. There's no other way he could have come from your womb."
The more my mother protested her innocence, the more my father seemed to hate her. Finally she claimed that Zeus had tricked her and that she'd had no idea of his presence in her bed.
Instead of drawing my father closer, her confession had alienated him even more and now he avoided all contact with her.
"No, Acheron," I said quietly before taking a cup to him. "They seldom even see one another unless it's for a state function. Father keeps company with Styxx and his senators while Mother spends a great deal of time lost in her cups." And I hated that. At one time my mother had been wonderful. Now she was a bitter drunkard.
He looked stricken as if he understood why. "Do you think that a woman could ever love me?"
"Of course. Why would you doubt it?"
He swallowed before he answered in a tone so low I barely heard it. "How could anyone ever love me? Idikos says that I only bring shame to all decent people. I'm a fatherless bastard and a worthless whore. Surely no decent woman would ever have something like me."
"That is absolutely not true," I said vehemently. "You are worth this entire world and I assure you that you will find a woman out there, besides me, who sees just how wonderful you really are."
He swallowed hard. "If I'm ever so fortunate, I swear she'll never doubt my affection for her."
"You will be that fortunate."
He smiled at me, but it was hollow and the doubt in his eyes was enough to bring tears to mine.
Clearing my throat, I sought to distract him. "Now let's learn your letters, shall we?"
He returned to the scrolls and for hours I watched as he applied himself with a fervor I'd never seen. And every time he spoke without those balls on his tongue, my heart soared. This was a great victory, and one day soon I would win this war and his past would be put to rest.
May 9, 9531 BC
I was alone in my room when Maia pushed open the door.
"Is Acheron ill?"
I put down my quill to frown at her. "I haven't seen him today. Why do you ask?"
She scratched her nose and looked completely perplexed. "I went to get him so that we could bake today, but he didn't appear well. He said his head was hurting and he was rather sharp with me. Acheron is never sharp with me. Then when I took him some wine for his head, his room was empty. Should I be worried?"
"No, akribos," I said, feigning a smile I didn't feel. "You run to the kitchen and I'll check on him."
"Thank you, Princess." She returned my smile before she skipped out of the room.
Worried about him myself, I opened the doors that led into the courtyard. Acheron had been spending a lot of time out there with the grass and flowers. But he wasn't there now.
My next stop was the orchards. Again, he wasn't to be found.
After a quick search of the house, I was truly becoming concerned. He never strayed very far on his own. And it was truly rare for him to avoid Maia.
Unreasoning panic set in as I headed out of the house to search the grounds again.
Where could he be?
If he were Styxx, I'd most likely find him cavorting with a maid in the privacy of his room. But I knew Acheron would never do such a thing.
Then it dawned on me.
The sea . . .
He hadn't gone there since the wintertime, but I could think of no other place that hadn't been searched. It was the only place he could be. Whispering a quick prayer to the gods that I was right, I made my way down to the beach, toward the rocks where he used to sit.