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.
He wasn't there either.
But as I climbed up, I caught sight of him lying on his back on the sand with the waves rushing over him. My breath caught. He didn't appear to be moving at all.
Soaking wet, he lay in the surf with his eyes closed.
Terrified of the sight, I scrambled down and rushed to his side. Even before I reached him, I could see the pallor of his beautiful face.
"Acheron!" I shouted with fearful tears in my eyes. I was terrified he was dead.
To my instant relief, he opened his eyes to meet my gaze. Still he didn't move.
"What are you doing?" I asked as I sank to my knees beside him. My gown was completely wet and ruined now, but I didn't care. My vanity didn't matter at all. Only my brother did.
He clenched his eyes shut before he spoke in a tone so quiet I could barely hear it over the surf. "The pain isn't so bad if I lie here."
"What pain?"
He reached out to take my hand. His own trembled to such an extent that it returned my fear to me tenfold. "The voices in my head. They're always excruciating on this day, every year."
"I don't understand."
"They keep saying that it's the anniversary of my birth and that I should come to them. But Apollymi is screaming at me to hide and not listen. The louder she shouts, the louder they shout. It's. Unbearable. I just want them to go away. I'm going mad, aren't I?"
Clutching his hand, I wiped his wet hair from his brow and realized that he hadn't shaved. A full day's growth of beard stubbled his chin and cheeks—something he never allowed. Acheron was always impeccably groomed and dressed. "Today isn't the anniversary of your birth. You were born in June."
"I know, but they scream just the same. I fell trying to reach the rocks and discovered that in the sea the voices are muffled."
That made no sense to me. "Why would that help?"
"I don't know. But it does."
A wave rushed to shore, completely covering him. He didn't move at all even though it knocked me sideways. I straightened myself and watched as he coughed up water. Still he made no move to leave the sea.
"You'll catch a chill lying here."
"I don't care. I would rather be sick than hear them yelling at me so loudly."
Desperate to help soothe him, I moved to his head and sat cross-legged on the ground before I pulled his head into my lap. "Is this any better?"
He nodded as he again laced his fingers with mine and led my hand to his heart where he held it. By the tight grip, I knew his head was still aching unmercifully.
We didn't speak for hours as he lay there with my hand on his chest. My legs lost all feeling, but I didn't care. We were gone so long from the house that Petra came out to check on me. She was as confused by Acheron's explanation as I was, but she dutifully left us alone and brought food and wine.
Acheron was in too much pain to eat even though I forced him to nibble at some of the bread.
By nightfall, the voices quieted enough that he was able to push himself up. He was unsteady on his feet.