Queen Arene leisurely sipped on her wine from the palace balcony as she watched her two sons Pisus and Lynceus sitting in the gardens below with her grandson.
"This is how it should be," Arene spoke when she heard the old wizard Castor walk into the room, "I'm most certain that now my son wants nothing to do with that little wench Hebe or any of those selfish gods."
She turned to face the old wizard and rose her glass to him, "to happiness."
Castor looked down at the garden and felt his heart drop, "I suppose," the wizard responded. What he sensed from the young prince was not happiness at all, in fact, he hadn't sensed that feeling from him in over a month now, all he sensed was emptiness and sorrow.
"I have to commend your acting skills Castor," Arene added on, "I thought you were not going to pull it off, and to top it off with a forged note, genius!"
