Part I Chapter 14
Acheron's heart bled for his sister as he saw the tears begin to flow down her face. He pulled her into his arms. "You're not a whore, Ryssa."
"Am I not? Tell me, what's the difference between us?"
"You are loved and claimed by the one who takes you to his bed. Believe me, that's a big difference."
No, his sister was kind and gently born. She was a lady. Styxx was an ass. And the only shit in the family was clearly Acheron.
June 23, 9528 BC
"Happy birthday, Acheron."
Acheron rolled over at the sound of Ryssa's voice. Sore from a night spent with Artemis, he was slightly disoriented. He'd gone to bed on Olympus, but at some point Artemis must have returned him to his own room.
"Good morning, sister." She looked particularly radiant today. Her blond hair was swept up around her head in small braids that were held in place by the silver set of combs he'd bought for her a few weeks back when they'd gone to the market together. The light blue gown she wore made her eyes shine bright as she placed her hand against her stomach. Her pregnancy was just starting to show.
"Get up and dress. I had the cook prepare you a special breakfast celebration for just the two of us. The meal's already being brought out."
He looked past her, but saw nothing. "Where is it?"
"Downstairs."
Acheron shook his head. "I'm not allowed to eat in the dining room. You know that."
She waved his words away. "Father was up late with Styxx. They won't awaken for hours. I want to give this bit of normality to you, little brother. You deserve it. Now dress quickly and join me."
Acheron really didn't want to do this. In truth, he hated venturing into the lower rooms where his family had made it clear he wasn't welcome. But Ryssa had gone to trouble for him. The least he could do was humor her.
Leaving his bed, he dressed quickly and joined her in the hallway. She wrapped her arm around his and smiled. "This is the first time we've celebrated the anniversary of your birth together. You're now twenty and next year you'll reach your majority."
As if that would make a difference to him. "Is there a party planned for Styxx?"
She looked away with a troubled expression. "Yes. Tonight as there is every year."
"Then I shall make myself scarce."
The look in her eyes mirrored the grief he felt inside. But they both knew he would be as welcome at the party as a plague of frog turds. Without another word, she took him to the dining room where she'd laid out a grand buffet.
"I wasn't sure what you'd like so I had them prepare a little of everything." She picked up a platter and handed it to him before she kissed his cheek. "Happy birthday, little brother."
Nothing could have touched him more. "Thank you."
He followed her down the line as she explained the various dishes to him.
As Acheron reached for a piece of fruit, she took his hand and laughed. "We don't eat that. They're decoration." She thumped it with her hand. "See, it's plaster."
They laughed together at his ignorance.
"Oh, it does a father good to hear his children laughing with one another."
Acheron froze at the sound of their father entering the room behind him. Cold dread seeped through his entire being.
Ryssa covered her panic with a dazzling smile. "Good morning, Father. I was told you'd sleep late today."
"Too much to do in preparation of Styxx's celebration." He clapped an affectionate hand on Acheron's shoulder before he kissed his cheek.
Both savoring and cursing the embrace, Acheron closed his eyes and held his breath. His silver eyes would betray him. They always betrayed him.
"I'm surprised to see you up, scamp. I heard you'd taken three women to your bed last night. They pleasured you well, I trust."
Ryssa cleared her throat. "Father, could I have a word with you outside?"
"Absolutely."
Acheron let out a tiny breath in relief as his father stepped away from him. He set his plate down and took a step toward the door when the unthinkable happened.
Styxx entered the room with one of his friends. "What is this? What are you doing here?"
Their father turned back and cursed before he glared at Ryssa. "You deceived me?"
"Not exactly."
Rage contorted his face as he crossed the short distance and slapped Acheron so hard it unbalanced him. He fell to the floor, dazed by the blow that loosened his front teeth and shattered his nose.
"You dared defile my table!"
Ryssa stepped forward. "Father, please! I'm the one who brought him here. It was my idea."
Her turned on her with malice. "Don't you dare defend him. He knows better." He snatched Acheron up by his hair and shoved him against the wall. "I want everything he's touched burned. Now!" he roared at the servants. "And throw out all the food."
Acheron laughed. "It must really chafe your ass that you can't be rid of me so easily."
His father punched him hard in the stomach.
"Father, please," Styxx begged. "Remember your heart."
His father slung Acheron sideways, tearing out a handful of hair as he did so. "Get this filth out of my sight."
"Guards!" Styxx roared. "Take the bastard out and beat him."
Acheron straightened before he approached his twin. "Tell me something, brother. What angers you most about me? The fact I share your face or the fact I know exactly what your best friend wants to do to you . . . and how often?" He slid his gaze meaningfully to the man behind Styxx who looked away red-faced. Acheron smiled at him. "Good to see you again, Lord Dorus, especially clothed."
Styxx let out a shriek of pain an instant before he ran at Acheron who tried to defend himself. But it was useless. His brother spent hours a day training to be a fighter. The best he could do was cover his head and try to protect his face. Styxx rained blow after blow on his ribs until the guards finally pulled him off.
"I want him to feel every lash!"
Acheron spat blood at Styxx's feet. "Happy birthday to you too."
His ears clear of his pounding blood and Styxx's curses, he finally heard his sister's sobs as she begged their father for a mercy the king had no intention of giving.
One guard clenched his fist deep in Acheron's hair, then shoved him out of the room toward the courtyard that he knew intimately. They should just move his bed out here and save them all the effort.
Acheron ground his teeth as his hands were tied and his clothes stripped from his body. He cursed the gods after the first lash cut through the skin on his back. Damn them for this. It was bad enough they'd abandoned him, but by condemning him to have the ability to heal most wounds, it made his punishments all the worse. Instead of scar tissue forming a barrier for his abuse, new skin grew each time, which meant they were striking virgin flesh with every beating.
And it hurt . . .
He lost track of the lashes as he tried to focus on anything else. His sweat mixed with the blood pouring from the wounds on his face making them burn all the worse. Still they beat him.
"Enough."
Acheron frowned through the haze of pain as he recognized Styxx's voice. His breathing ragged, he couldn't fathom why Styxx would stop the punishment he'd called for.
Not until his brother came around so that they were eye to eye. The hatred in Styxx's gaze was piercing. "Leave us," he ordered the guards.
Acheron heard the door close. He opened his mouth to taunt his brother but before he could, Styxx slammed an iron bar across his ribs with enough force to lift him off his feet. All the breath rushed out of his lungs.