We were escorted to the king's throne room, a huge man in heavy armour sat on the throne, he sat carelessly as if bored, his hand on his chin and on his left side laid a huge sword, you could tell that it had seen countless battles, it had slayed many. He had a thin scar running over his eye and down to his cheek, his dark lifeless eyes staring down on us. With just a glance you could feel immense pressure surging from him. I knew exactly who he was and his dark, long, messy hair that I had inherited had gave it away. I guess my vibrant blue eyes were mother's because I had never seen such dark eyes before.
"It's really good to see you Rhea, have you been well ?", he said with a deep voice that echoed through the room. Mother kneeled before her king, " I've been well my lord and it's good to see that you're in full health", she said. I frowned as I stood still in shock, "why would mother kneel to father, I know that he's the king but did that matter to us ?", I thought. He gazed down on me intently, "you have grown boy, tell me, why do you frown, do you hate seeing your own mother kneel ?", he said. " If you were in my shoes, wouldn't you ?", I said. He laughed so hard as if, I had just told a joke. "You remind me of my younger self, too bad", he said before ordering the servant to take us to our rooms.
The rooms were so big, they made the cottage that had once occupied the two of us look like a closet. "Was this what they called luxury ?", I thought. After we had refreshed and rested, we were summoned to the throne room. As soon as we entered, I saw new faces. Two beautiful woman, dressed elegantly, the first looked a bit older than the other and the second was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. Next to them were two young men, the one next to the older woman was a spitting image of father, I could say that he looked like a younger version of his and one next to the pretty woman, looked more like her. They glared at us as if, we weren't welcome.
"Where is she ?", asked father. "She said, she had important things to do and might not show up depending on her mood", said the older woman. Father looked annoyed, I wondered who might it be that could make the great Titus angry without thinking about the consequences. As he was about to say something, a female Colossal in golden armour covering some of her toned body, making it look as if she was a gladiatrix barged in and to my surprise she had hair as red as roses.