by Morgan Rice
The young man stabbed toward Thanos, but missed as Thanos swerved out of the way.
Thanos didn’t want to kill him, but it would seem the young man would not stop until one of them was dead. In a split second, Thanos decided he would try to outrun him.
However, before Thanos could remove himself from the duel, the young man drove for Thanos’s heart, but Thanos shifted so the young man tumbled forward.
And as he did, he fell, the blade ending up buried in his own abdomen instead.
The young man fell to the roof with a grunt, and as he drew the sword out of his stomach, he screamed.
Thanos took a few steps toward his enemy.
“Kill me,” the young man said, a tinge of fear in his eyes.
Thanos gazed at the young man for a few moments, a feeling of sadness overwhelming him. He slid his sword back into its sheath and turned to walk away.
“I am dying,” the young man grunted.
Thanos felt overwhelmed with sadness for him. He shook his head.
“You are,” he said, seeing how grievous the wound was, realizing nothing could be done for him.
“I didn’t tell you my name,” the boy gasped.
Thanos nodded, waiting.
“Then tell me,” he said, “and I shall make sure it is known that you died an honorable death.”
“My name,” he gasped, “is Nesos.”
Thanos stared back in horror. Nesos. Ceres’s brother.
And as Nesos fell down, dead, Thanos knew his life would never be the same again.
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
When Thanos entered the throne room, he noticed the tension right away, the king screaming at General Draco, the dignitaries arguing in their seats, gnashing teeth, and the queen spewing obscenities to an advisor. Everyone was here, he saw, even the princes and princesses who weren’t usually at meetings such as this. And for good reason.
On his way back, Thanos had seen the slaughter. Houses had been burned to the ground, and citizens—men, women, and children—were left butchered in the streets, stray dogs eating at their flesh, crows pecking at bodies. A few poor souls had been nailed to the trees, while others hung from nooses. But so many Empire soldiers had died, too, and the revolutionaries weren’t any kinder, torturing, desecrating bodies in vile ways and even dismembering them.
He knew this was not a war he wanted to be a part of. Not now. Not ever.
“The rebellion has grown beyond what anyone imagined it could, and now the few revolutionaries have become a monster, that if not slain soon, will vanquish the Empire,” General Draco said, standing in front of the king and queen.
Once Thanos reached the bottom of the stairwell below the thrones, the room slowly grew silent.
The king did not reply to the general, but turned his attention to Thanos.
“I send my nephew out on one assignment,” he said. “One measly assignment, and what happens? He fails miserably, embarrassing himself and the entire royal family in less than an hour. What have you to say for yourself, Thanos?”
Thanos pinched his lips together, in an attempt to prevent himself from telling his uncle he had failed on purpose.
“It was not just him,” General Draco said. “Many failed. As I told you before, we must call in more soldiers from the north. If not, you will lose more battles and we will have a war on our hands.”
Thanos was surprised that General Draco stood by him.
“If we don’t keep losing, we won’t have to bring in more troops,” the king said.
“Perhaps, but it doesn’t change the reality that we are bleeding more men than what the rebellion is birthing,” General Draco said.
The king thought for a moment, running his fingers through his beard, and Thanos was glad the attention was no longer on him.
“I hesitate to call in the troops from the north. It will be days before they arrive,” the king said.
“With all due respect, sire, what else can we do?” General Draco asked.
“Are there any other proposals?” the king asked, an open question to the dignitaries in the room.
“We should poison the wells in the city,” one said. “And only supply water to the peaceable citizens.”
“That might work, but the revolutionaries would only become angrier,” the king said. “Perhaps we can offer a deal, a sign of good will, and that will calm their rage.”
“Open the king’s food storage vaults. Feed them,” another said.
The king paused for a moment before nodding.
“Perhaps,” he said. “Any other suggestions?”
“Might I speak a word?” the queen asked, eyes cunningly watching Thanos.
All gazes in the room slid toward her.
The king gestured with a hand, allowing her to speak.
“I propose a union between a commoner and a royal, a nuptial between the people and the Empire,” she said.
“What did you have in mind, exactly?” the king asked.
“A marriage between Thanos and Ceres,” she said.
Gasps went through the throne room, expressions of horror and disbelief painting the advisors’ faces.
Thanos was stunned by the queen’s suggestion as well. Of course he would have no qualms about marrying Ceres, but for political purposes and to be a puppet in the king and queen’s play? He didn’t like that one bit. He didn’t want them to defile the one thing that was the most precious in his life.
“I think that is an excellent idea,” the king said. “A union between a lowly commoner and a royal. The people will love it.”
“Thanos was promised to me!” a girl’s voice boomed through the room.
Thanos swiveled around, and way in the back of the room stood Stephania, her body rigid, yet her eyes wounded.
Stephania walked down the hallway toward the thrones.
“You may not approach!” the queen yelled. “Go back to your seat and close your lips for the remainder of this meeting.”
Stephania stopped in her tracks and looked at Thanos, her cheeks glistening with tears, he could see.
Not until now did he feel sorry for the princess. He had never wanted to marry her, but even she was just a pawn in a game they could never escape.
Thanos nodded at Stephania and gave her as empathetic a look as he could. Perhaps now she would back away, knowing it was not Thanos’s decision to wed someone else. Perhaps it would finally set her free.
Stephania turned around, her feet hesitantly taking steps away from Thanos. Then she sped up and continued out the bronze doors at the end, running, her sobs vanishing as the doors closed behind her.
“I think it will put an end to the feud. At least for now,” the king said. “Are you in agreement, Thanos?”
The king stared at Thanos, his eyes intense with power, as if with a warning: if Thanos didn’t accept, it would be the dungeon for Ceres and him. The king knew his weakness was Ceres, and Thanos was furious with himself for having been so open about it. He should have hidden his affection for Ceres, should have known the king would sooner or later take what was most precious to him and use it against him.
Here he was again without a choice, and Thanos’s heart twisted in defiance when he nodded.
“Then let it immediately be broadcast from every watchtower across the city!” the king bellowed. “And by the gods, let us hope it works.”
Thanos stood in shock. He didn’t think it would be announced so soon.
“Should we not ask her first?” Thanos said.
A few of the dignitaries chuckled.
“It is not a question, but a command, but if you want to let her know before she finds out some other way, you had better run,” the king said.
At once, the bells tolled through the city, signaling a royal announcement, the sound igniting Thanos to take action.
He turned on his heels and ran toward the bronze door at the end, and toward Ceres’s chamber, hoping he could tell her before it was too late.
But how could he ask
her for marriage when he had just slaughtered her brother?
Would he be able to keep it secret?
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Horrorstruck, Ceres stood by the window in her room overlooking Delos, the skyline filled with putrid black smoke rising from burning homes. Clamors filled with unspeakable pain reached all the way to her tower, and families with little ones rushed by in the street below, their faces obscured by panic.
For the past hour or so, she had done nothing but cry—cry for her people, cry for her friends, cry for her brothers, for they could be dead. And Rexus? It was more than she could bear to think about.
Unable to watch the dreadfulness unfold any longer, she walked over to the bed and sat, but just a moment later, she had to return to the window, thinking if she didn’t remain there, she was somehow betraying her people.
This? This was what Thanos was fighting for? She was still as furious with him as she had been when he left. He had somehow gotten to her, weaseled his way into her heart, made her care. She had hoped he was different from all the other greedy, power-hungry royals, but when it came down to it, he was the same, and chose to fight for the inequality and injustice that cursed this land.
There was a knock at the door, and Anka opened it.
To Ceres’s surprise, and great irritation, in walked Thanos.
“May I have a word in private?” he asked.
“No you may not,” Ceres said, glancing back out the window again.
“Please. It is of utmost importance,” he said.
After a few moments of hesitation, Ceres nodded to Anka, and the girl left, closing the door behind her.
Ceres stood immovable beside the window, her gaze still on the street below.
“Ceres,” Thanos said.
Unwilling to face him, she kept looking out the window.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“I realize you are upset with me for leaving, and I remember you said you never wanted to talk to me again. But can we for just a few minutes set our differences aside?” he said.
She glanced at him, considering his comment.
“I have something important to discuss with you,” he said. “What I have to say may save many lives.”
“All right,” she said.
She walked over to the chair in front of the fireplace and sat down, and he followed after, taking a seat straight across from her.
She could see he was anxious, his eyes shifting nervously about as if he were carefully considering what to say, but it did nothing to make her less angry with him; she simply couldn’t forget that when he had left to fight, it had crushed her and destroyed all trust they had built.
“Well?” she said after he hadn’t said anything for a while.
“I need you to listen with an open mind,” he said. “And heart.”
She stared back.
“I just came from a meeting with the king and queen, and they believe there is a way to end all the fighting.”
Now her interest was piqued, although her guard was still very much up.
“They suggested a marriage between a commoner and a royal,” he said.
Ceres nodded.
“I can see where that might work,” she said.
Thanos’s shoulders relaxed a little and his face lit up.
“You do?”
“If there is a union between the common people and a royal, perhaps the people will think there will be a change.”
Ceres looked him in the eyes, and even though she was as livid with him as she had ever been with anyone, and wanted to wring his neck in a fist fight, she also wanted to be closer to him, for him to close the distance between them and kiss her on the neck the way he had before.
She looked away. Those thoughts, those feelings—she would quash them with every fiber of her being until she could no longer remember them ever being there.
“Did they have anyone in mind?” she asked, thinking perhaps Anka since she had just come from the rebellion.
“Yes,” he said.
He stood up and strode two steps, vanquishing the distance between them. He knelt down before her, and it puzzled her why he would do such a silly thing.
“I have something for you,” he said.
From a small leather pouch hanging around his waist he pulled out a golden bracelet with a charm in the shape of a swan. Handing it to her, he smiled softly.
“It was my mother’s,” he said.
Even with how mad she was, she didn’t want to offend him and refuse the gift he had just offered her—it was probably the most valuable thing he owned. But did he expect her to forgive him because he gave her a present? How shallow did he think she was? How easily did he think she would forsake her principles? She would not be bought, not ever.
She opened her mouth to speak, but he spoke first.
“Ceres, it is you and I they suggested.”
She stared back, floored.
“I would be honored to have your hand in marriage,” he added.
She couldn’t speak, for suddenly there was a lump in her throat. She would not cry, no, she would not. He might think her tears happy, when all they were, were tears of sadness and resentment, of lost trust and lost friendship. There was no way she could say yes, she knew.
She thought of Rexus, fighting for freedom, risking his life day in and day out in hopes of offering liberty to all. Thanos, he fought against all that, and she could not love someone or marry someone like him. And here Thanos was proposing to her because the king thought it would lull the citizens into believing it might lead to equality. She knew it would not.
“It is not under ideal circumstances, but you have to know, before they suggested it, I had already fallen for you,” he said. “I meant what I said on the roof. More than anything, I want you.”
She looked away, still hurt and unable to open her heart to forgive.
“I went out to fight, Ceres, but when I did, I couldn’t get myself to kill the revolutionaries.”
She glanced at him, the news melting some of her anger away.
“I saw Rexus. I pulled him into the alleyway with me and knocked him on the head so he wouldn’t be killed by the Empire soldiers,” Thanos said.
“Truly?” she asked.
He nodded.
“But there’s more.”
Ceres nodded, now willing to listen, now feeling ashamed she had been so hard on him.
“I saw your brother Nesos.”
She reached for his hand and he took it.
“You did?” she asked, hope filling her chest.
“We fought on the roof top. I didn’t know it was him. I didn’t…”
“What happened?” she asked.
Thanos paused, and looked up at her with tears in his eyes, and she knew. She knew that look, the look of holding dreadful information from a loved one. The look of pain before it had been shared.
“He fell onto his sword and it stabbed him in the abdomen. I told him I didn’t want to hurt him, but he—”
She shot to her feet so fast, the chair behind her screeched across the floor. There was simply nowhere to put the pain that was overpowering her, nowhere to contain something so mighty, nowhere to hide it or store it. It was everywhere all at once.
“MURDERER!” she shrieked, unable to stop herself from crying. “MY BROTHER!”
He stood there, looking dazed.
“I hate you, and abhor everything you stand for!” she yelled.
His eyes flinched, and he exhaled a defeated breath, the hand holding the bracelet falling into his lap.
“Now get out!” she said.
“Ceres, please don’t do this,” he pleaded.
“Get out!” she yelled. “I said I never wanted to see you again, and I meant it!”
Her chest tightened, her throat clenched shut. She had fallen for him, too, but her heart was foolish, she knew, and this more than anything proved it.
He rose to his feet and stood still for a moment, sorrow canvas
sing his face.
“I’m sorry, Ceres.”
He walked away, leaving the door open behind him.
She turned to the window and wept. Nesos. Her brother. Gone forever. She could hardly breathe with grief.
Hardly had she caught her breath when she heard a sound behind her. She spun, assuming Thanos had returned, preparing to shout at him to leave—but was shocked at who she saw.
The queen.
She stared back haughtily, an evil grin upon her face.
“Hello, Ceres,” the queen said, walking into the doorway, eyes rumbling with menace. “How did the proposal go?”
She grinned, stepping closer.
“As Thanos’s future bride, your life belongs to the monarchy. It is my responsibility as your queen to see that you are protected. For starters, you will not leave this room unless you are permitted, and for now, I forbid it.”
The queen suddenly turned, walked out, and slammed the door shut. Ceres heard a key being thrust into the keyhole.
Enraged, she ran to it and wrapped frantic hands around the door handle, pulling on it with all her might.
But it was too late. The door had been locked, and there was nothing to do but give up, she realized.
She fell to her knees with uncontrollable sobs, slamming her fists on the heavy oak, Nesos’s name spilling from her lips.
And yet, amidst her cries, unbeknownst to her, she sometimes confused his name with Thanos’s.
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
Ceres didn’t know exactly how long she had been sitting on the stone floor in her chamber—it could have been minutes, or hours—tear after tear trailing down her face. It was eerily quiet outside, the riots having ceased. Likely, the news of her and Thanos’s marriage announcement was pacifying the leaders of the rebellion. She doubted it would last long.
Oh, how she wished she hated Thanos; and yet her heart was a villain, betraying everything she ever held dear. Sadness overwhelmed her, and she tucked her knees into her chest and sobbed quietly for a moment.
This is what I deserve, she thought as she sat up straight and wiped the wetness from her cheeks, staining the silk sleeves. She hadn’t played her cards well, she realized, in this royal game of power and intrigue. And it was becoming clear that if she were to remain at the palace and marry Thanos, she would have to learn how to beat the royals at their own game.
