Page 14 of Between Two Kings

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That afternoon, she found her mother in the garden tending to the vegetables and Kronos seated at the kitchen table.

“Temperance,” he said, as she walked in, his face breaking into a slow smile. “What brings you here?”

Tem had only visited a few times, and she was still getting to know her father. He always spoke deliberately, his words flowing like a slow-moving river.

“I needed a break,” she said simply.

He nodded knowingly. “Yes, I can only imagine.”

Pride stiffened Tem’s spine. “I wanted a break,” she rephrased.

“Of course. There is no shame in wanting a break.”

Shame was all she felt.

“The mountain can stifle even the strongest basilisk, Temperance. It has a mind of its own. I would never subject your mother to it.”

Tem could understand that. A human probably wouldn’t survive it.

“But don’t you miss your people?”

Her father raised his shoulder. “Occasionally. But I spent many years alone. That is what I am used to now. Were I to return, I do not think it would ever feel the same.”

Tem nodded. She could understand that. Still, it seemed like an inevitability that her father would miss his old life.

As if he’d read her mind, he said, “Daphne is my life now.”

Tem looked out the window to the garden, where her mother was pulling weeds. She thought about her parents’ union and how much it took for them to be together. “Would you have made her do the ritual?” she asked.

To her surprise, her father laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

“I could not have made your mother do anything,” he said. “Back then or now. You are just like her in that way.”

Tem allowed herself to laugh too. It was a blessing to see herself in her mother and an honor for her father to equate them that way. “You know what I mean,” she insisted. “Did you want her to do it?”

Kronos sighed. “I wanted her. And if that meant she had to do the ritual, then yes. I would have requested it of her.”

“Would she have done it?”

His mouth twitched. “I doubt it.”

Tem wondered what it said about her that she had.

“The ritual is ancient,” her father continued. “It is considered standard practice for any human who wishes to marry one of us. But your mother did not adhere to our traditions.”

Tem couldn’t blame her.

“Why did you do it?” Kronos asked quietly.

A beat passed. The birds twittered.

Tem thought back to her decision to participate in the ritual—how she’d decided to do it after seeing Leo mobbed onstage. She remembered the fear that clenched her heart at the sight of him throwing his hands up to protect himself from the advancing villagers, how scared she’d been until Maximus had pulled his son from the stage.

“I did it for Leo.”