Castor was sitting in the palace gardens on a small bench overlooking a large pond, he continuously stroked his beard, deep in thought. He had to hand it to the young goddess Hebe, she had really taken every precaution to insure that Lynceus would know the truth of what happened that night but not until a specific time.
Thinking back on how small the marking on Angelos' back was, by the time Lynceus would be able to know the truth, Angelos would be between three to six months, he'd be grown enough to either be left in the care of a nanny if Lynceus where to decide to follow hebe, or to carry their son with him. Smart girl.
