If Acheron needed me, then I would be there.
However that courage faltered days later as I found myself outside my uncle's home in the capital city of Atlantis. The large gleaming red building was even more intimidating than our palace at Didymos. It was as if it had been designed for no other purpose than to inspire fear and awe. Of course, as our ambassador, it would benefit Estes to impress our enemies so.
Far more advanced than my Greek homeland, the island kingdom of Atlantis glistened and glowed. There was more activity from the people around me than I'd ever seen before. It was truly a bustling metropolis.
Swallowing the fear I felt, I looked at Boraxis. Taller than most men, with coarse black hair he wore braided down his back, he was large and burly. Lethal. And he was loyal to me to a fault, even though he was a servant. He'd been protecting me since I was a child and I knew I could rely on him.
He would never allow me to be harmed.
Reminding myself of that, I walked up the marble stairs, toward the golden entrance. A servant opened the door even before I reached it.
"My lady," he said diplomatically, "may I help you?"
"I've come to see Acheron."
He inclined his head and told me to follow him inside. I found it odd that the servant didn't ask me for my name or business with my brother. At home, no one was allowed near any of the royal family without a thorough screening.
To admit someone unknown into our private residence was a crime punishable by death. Yet this man thought nothing of leading us through Uncle's home.
Once we reached another hall, the older man in front of me turned back to look at Boraxis. "Will your guard be joining you for your time with Acheron?"
I frowned at the odd question. "I suppose not."
Boraxis sucked his breath in sharply. There was worry in his deep brown eyes. "Princess . . ."
I put my hand on his arm. "I should be fine. Wait here and I'll return quickly."
He didn't look pleased by my decision and honestly neither was I, but surely no harm would come to me in my uncle's home. So I left him there and continued down the hallway.
And as we walked, what struck me most about my uncle's home was how eerily silent it was. Not even a whisper could be heard. No one laughed. No one spoke.
Only our footsteps echoed down the long, dark corridor. Black marble stretched as far as I could see, reflecting our images back at us as we made our way through the opulence of carved naked statuary and exotic plants and flowers.
The servant led me to a room on the far side of the house and opened the door.
I stepped inside and hesitated as I realized it was Acheron's bedroom. How very strange for him to admit me here without knowing I was Acheron's sister. Then again, perhaps he did. That would explain much.
Aye, that must be it. He must have realized I looked a great deal like my brothers. Except for Acheron's divine silver eyes, we had identical coloring.
Relaxing, I glanced about. It was an exceptionally large room with an oversized hearth. There were two settees before the stone hearth with an odd, pole structure between them. It reminded me of the punishment block, but that made no sense. Perhaps it was something unique to Atlantis. I'd heard all my life that the people here had bizarre customs.
The bed itself was rather small for a room this size, with four tall posts intricately carved into the design of a bird. On each post, the bird's head was turned upside down so that the beaks curled outward like hooks to hold bed curtains back, yet there were no bed curtains there.
Like the foyer leading to the room, the walls were a shiny black marble that reflected my image back to me perfectly. And as I looked about, I realized there were no windows in this room at all. Nor was there a balcony. The only light came from wall sconces scattered about. It made the room very dark and sinister.
How very strange . . .
Three servants were making Acheron's bed and a fourth woman oversaw them. The overseer was a frail woman, slight of stature who appeared around the age of forty or so.
"It's not time," she said to the man who had led me through the house. "He's still preparing himself."
The man curled his lip at her. "Would you have me tell Gerikos that I kept a client waiting while Acheron dawdles?"
"But he hasn't had time to eat yet," the woman insisted. "He's been working all morning without a single rest."
"Fetch him."
I frowned at their whispered words and behavior. Something was very wrong here. Why would my brother, a prince, be working?
The woman turned toward a door on the far side of the room.
"Wait," I said, stopping her. "I'll get him. Where is he?"
The woman passed a fearful look to the man.
"It's her time with him," the man said firmly. "Let the lady do as she wishes."
The older woman stood back and opened the door to an antechamber. As I stepped through, I heard her and the man gather the servants and leave.