Acheron

Sitting on the bed, he leaned his back against the headboard and lifted his knees so that he could lay Apollodorus against his legs to cradle him. Acheron tickled his belly, causing him to laugh and kick Acheron's stomach.

The tiny infant amazed him. He'd never really been around one before. Apollodorus took his finger into his tiny hand and led it to his mouth so that he could suckle Acheron's knuckle. The sensation of the toothless gums against his flesh was so strange, yet it pacified the baby even more.

How could anyone hate something so purely i

The thoughts chased themselves around his mind as he thought about his parents and tried to understand them. He could fathom some of his father's hatred now. It wasn't as though Acheron went out of his way to please the man.

But as a child…

How many times had he been slapped for nothing more than looking at someone? How many times had Estes tied his hands behind his back and put a scold in his mouth for asking a simple question?

But worse than his memories were the fears of someone hurting this babe in such a ma

"I would kill anyone who hurt you like that, Apollodorus. I promise you, no one will ever make you cry."

The baby yawned and smiled before he closed his eyes. Still holding Acheron's finger, he fell asleep. Warmth spread through Acheron. There was no judgment or anger in the baby. He accepted him without malice.

Smiling, he placed the baby down on his bed to sleep more comfortably and covered him with a blanket.

Acheron lay for hours, watching him sleep in perfect repose. Exhausted himself, he finally nodded off.

"Acheron?"

Acheron woke up to find Ryssa standing in front of him. He was lying on his side with his hand still on Apollodorus's stomach. The baby had yet to waken, but by the rise and fall of the tiny chest, he knew the baby was fine.

"What time is it?"

"Midmorning." She looked incredulous. "How did you get him to sleep through the night?"

"I don't know. We were talking about wenching and he fell asleep."

She laughed. "No, you weren't. Were you?"

"I suggested it and he liked the thought. Unfortunately, he had no stamina for it."

She laughed again. "Don't you dare corrupt my baby, scamp."

Acheron withdrew his hand so that Ryssa could pick the baby up. Apollodorus opened his eyes and smiled at his mother before he put one fist in his mouth to slurp it.

"Whatever you did, bless you for it. It's the first good sleep I've had in months." She glanced to the door. "Now, let me run before Father learns we were here."

Please. That was the last thing he needed.

Stretching, Acheron sat up in bed. It was later than he normally rose. He preferred to get up before the rest of the household and tend his needs without fear of ru

That being said, it was late enough that everyone should now be about their business.

He grabbed his clothes and razor and headed down to the bathing room. Luckily the large room was empty. As always, he placed his razor by the basin on the wall and hung up his clothes.

Naked, he descended to the steps to take him into the heated water that felt incredible against his skin. The pool was waist deep unless he sat in it and as large as a dining table. Acheron went down on his knees and leaned back to wet his cropped hair so that he could wash it. Closing his eyes, he sighed contentedly. This was the best part of his day.

He rose up and reached for the soap, then froze as he realized he was no longer alone.

Nefertari was there, staring at him with a heated look he knew all too well.

Acheron withdrew his hand and stepped back in the pond. "Forgive me, my lady. I didn't mean to intrude on your time."

She watched him like a cat eyeing a mouse and when he reached for a towel, she stopped him. "How is it you're so much more handsome than your twin brother?" She pulled the pin from her gown and let it fall to her feet. Her nude body was beautiful, but he wanted no part of it.

Acheron bolted from the pool, but she blocked his way to the door. "I need to leave."

Laughing, she wrapped herself around him. "No, you don't." She nipped his chin with her teeth.

"I'm involved with someone."

"So am I."

Acheron tried to pry her loose but short of hurting her, there wasn't much he could do as she grabbed at him. Wrenching himself from her grasp, he started away only to step on the soap where he'd left it by the pool. He hit the ground hard enough to knock the breath out of him.

Nefertari was on him in an instant. "Make love to me, Acheron."

He rolled over with her, and just as he was rising, the door swung open.

The blood drained completely out his face as he saw Styxx and his entourage there. They drew up short, their eyes not missing a single detail.

Acheron cursed as he realized how damning this looked. How damning it was.

Nefertari started screaming and slapping at him. "Don't rape me. Please!"

Sick to his stomach, he rolled away from her. She scrambled away and rushed to Styxx where she cried as if her heart were broken. "Thank the gods that you came when you did. It was terrible."

Styxx handed her over to his guards.

Acheron rose slowly to his feet to face his twin whose fury was so great his cheeks were mottled with red. He knew better than to even try to explain. Styxx would never believe him.

So he let them take him. They hauled him down to the cells under the palace. Acheron grimaced as he was wedged into a hole that brought back "fond" memories. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to banish the chill. But nothing could warm the one on his soul that dreaded what they were going to do to him after this.

"Artemis?" he breathed her name quietly.

He could feel her presence even though he couldn't see it. "What are you doing in here?"

"I've been accused of rape."

He felt a severe pressure on his neck as if she were choking him. "Did you?"

He coughed. "You know better."

The pressure withdrew. "Then why are you here?"

"They won't believe my i

"With what?"

He looked up to where there was only a shadowed image of her and spoke the one thing he wanted most in life. "Kill me."

"You know I won't do that."

"They're going to geld me, Artemis. Do you understand that?"

"I'll fix it."

Acheron laughed bitterly. "You'll fix it. That's your answer?"

"Well, what would you have me do?"

"Kill me!" he shouted.

"Don't be so melodramatic."

"Melodramatic? They're going to chain me down, cut open my scrotum and remove my testes and then crush the cha

She scoffed at his anger. "And I will repair you afterward. So there's nothing for you to worry about."

Aghast at her attitude and dismissal, he felt her withdraw from him. Wanting to kill all of them, he banged his head against the stone wall.

I should have fought them…

But honestly what good would it have done him? They would have outnumbered him and beat him down until there was nothing left to fight with. Then he would have been dragged in here anyway.

Repulsed by his life, he wasn't sure how much time had passed before the guards returned to get him. He was dragged out of the room and shackled, then taken to his father's throne room. Naked, Acheron was forced to his knees in front of Styxx, his father and Nefertari who was still weeping.

The king glared at him unmercifully. "I find myself in a dilemma. The crime you've committed is punishable by death. But since I can't do that, we've decided to castrate you. No doubt it's what we should have done at your birth."