Chapter 6: III.II – HEADING TO TROY

It was night.

The great gates of Troy opened wide and the crowd of citizens that lay assembled, shouted with jubilation the names of the two princes as a sign of welcome.

It was a surprise to see how the two brothers were loved by their people. In the Babylon I knew something similar happened, but before they threatened to dismember you so that you would at least pretend to be happy.

It wasn't so organic as the voices of these people.

We arrived at the royal palace, which was in the center of the city. We got out of the carriages and entered the place without any trouble, although I speak more for myself; they were the princes.

On the return trip to Troy, Hector gave me a new outfit. I now wore armor similar to that of the soldiers who accompanied us, except that mine was red, while theirs was black.

Of course, he also changed his armor, although it was still the same style.

As we reached the throne room, a voice announced the arrival of both brothers and said thus:

—With you, Prince Hector and Prince Troilus!

There were many people, most of them noble by the clothes they wore.

And although outside, the crowd welcomed them with joyful voices, the faces of those present denoted a mixture of anger and sadness.

They knew something that the humble people did not know.

—Father, good evening. —Hector bowed to his father, a mature man with some gray in his hair. Then he did the same with his mother.

Troilo was less ceremonious and quickly went to greet them with kisses on the cheeks.

The older prince told me briefly who made up the royal family, so I knew that the kings were Priam and Hecuba respectively.

—I am sorry to bring this news, but Pergamon does not want to join our nation.

I think both I and Hector expected a strong reaction from the king of Troy and his nobles, however, what happened next... was an eye-opener.

A beautiful brown-haired woman entered the throne room in tears.

—Hector! —she cried before falling into his arms.

—Andromache? What's happening to you? —he asked in a soft voice, trying to comfort her for whatever had occurred to her. She turned to look at the king again. —Father?

—This morning we were informed that Thebes was besieged by Achilles. Your father-in-law, King Aetion and Andromache's mother were cruelly killed along with their seven male children. No one was left alive.

Apart from Priam's voice, the only thing that could be heard inside the silent hall were the sobs of Hector's wife.

Seven sons? If Andromache was the eldest, that means that at least the last siblings must have been Troilus' age.

Children...

«The consequences of a war».

True, that's why the little blond's head had a price on it. Troy was going through a war.

And though I could have asked the princes about it, I didn't want to look totally clueless.

—Are you happy now? Is this what you wanted? —Hector's words, loaded with suppressed contempt so as not to upset his wife further, were directed at a young red-haired man.

That guy was accompanied by a woman, both seemed to be the perfect couple, however, by the way they avoided looking at the others, it was clear that they were carrying the guilt of a lousy mistake.

Paris and Helena. Hector didn't tell me much about them. Maybe he had his reasons.

—Does Astianacte already know? —asked the older prince to his parents.

It was about his son.

—No, he doesn't know yet —answered his mother, Hecuba, for the first time.

—Then, I think it is the right time to tell him the news. Come on Andromache, we have to tell him about the death of his grandparents and paternal uncles.

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Both husbands left the throne room, trying to share their burdens by means of an embrace full of pain.

—Who is that man in red armor? —questioned the king, looking at me closely.

I seem to have attracted attention again.

—He is the young prince's new bodyguard, your majesty —interjected Troilo's nanny, who until a few moments ago was mute.

—Is that true, Troilus?

A new voice echoed in the hall. A man with long blond hair, pouring some grape wine into a golden cup, walked elegantly towards Troilo.

This guy I didn't know and, in fact, I didn't even see him when I walked in with Hector and the others. I would have noticed him almost instantly, because not only was he dressed in expensive jewelry and clothing, but also his height far surpassed that of everyone else present.

He was even taller than me.

He was definitely not human... He was a nephilim!

I tightened my grip on the hilt of my sword as I remembered the mission the archangel left me with.

«Wait!».

The voice of the false goddess echoed loudly inside my head.

—Dad! —Troilus rushed at the tall man, hugging his legs.

Dad? Did he say dad? But Hector said Priam was his father!

Looking at the kings and their sons now, only Troilus was different from his brothers. The main feature of such a fact: the unmistakable blond hair he wore down to his back.

What kind of aberration is this?!

—Samson, this is my second father, the god Apollo.

Second father... something was strange, but I was sure it was not a hoax; Troilus was undoubtedly a mixture of the kings and that false god.

Apollo's hair, Hecuba's face and a birthmark that apparently Priam shared with all his sons in the central area of both clavicles.

—Delighted —I said as I bowed in a slight curtsy.

Apollo connected his gaze with mine, and then I understood that my presence did not come as a surprise to him; it was as if he was expecting me.

—I accept it —declared the nephilim after a quick glance at my sword.

—Well then, if there is nothing more to add on this cold night, I think it would be prudent to lead the bodyguard Samson to his new quarters —Priam said with Hecuba's consent.

—I can take care of that. —Apollo offered before his son could do so. He drank some of his wine and bent down to put himself at Troilus' level—. Go to your nanny so she can prepare your bed, you must not sleep past ten o'clock.

—Yes, father.

The young prince moved away from the nephilim and the nanny took him by the hand, ready to obey the order of that supposed divinity.

With a calm step, Apollo stood right in front of me.

The difference in height that he had with me was not so abysmal; I was the tallest of all the Trojans that I had met so far, although the Nephilim surpassed me by thirty centimeters.

—Come with me —he said, and as soon as I blinked, I lost sight of him.

Where did he go?

—I'm here —he spoke again. This time he was near the throne room doors.

From the quiet demeanor of the people, this was their regular bread and butter. It seems that this is another of the additional abilities the Nephilim have.

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