The princess entered the study of Prince Pollux with a tray of sweets and peppermint tea. “Was that all true?” asked the princess. “Is it true that your father killed your brother.”
Pollux lay reclined on the cushioned couch. He had neglected both dinner or any sweets that evening.”Where did you hear that?”
“Today after I was cleaning mother’s grave both you and your father arrived while I went to put away the broom. Did he actually kill your brother?”
Pollux sat up in the couch and rubbed his tired eyes. His heart was in turmoil. He understood his father’s actions even if he did not necessarily agree with them.The days after hearing of his brother’s death were dark and long. Everything seemed more difficult and his patience was repeatedly tested. He had scolded a main for mixing up his documents and he had snapped at the princess for speaking out of place. Everything felt more difficult than it should be.
“A few days before my brother left I heard my father talk to a general about sending some soliders to accompany Castor. It seem strange not to send him with his own retainers. And then brother came to talk to me the day before he left to say goodbye and-” Tears welled in the prince’s eyes and then dripped down his face. He tried to wipe them away but the tears would not stop pouring down.
“And I- I just sent him away because I didn’t think that that it would be the last time that-” The princess put down the tray and walked over to Pollux, placing her arms around him. Pollux could not stop his tears but continued, “maybe if I had stopped my father or had said something or tried to help my brother be for he left this might not have happened. I just-”
Pollux tried to wipe his tears but he could not stop crying. The princess hugged him tightly and rubbed his back. “It will be alright darling.”
“No it won’t be alright. He’s already dead and there is nothing I can do about it!”
“Do you really think he is dead?”
“What? What are you saying?”
“Well some things just don’t add up. They said Castor died when the ship got wrecked near the foreign shores but it takes over a week to reach there.”
“And?” asked Pollux.
“If the ship got wrecked after a week and the scout ship would have then taken at least a week to come back but-”
“The ship came back with news of his death ten days after he left!” exclaimed Pollux. He had been so distracted by guilt and sadness that he had not realized the discrepancy.
“He might still be alive!” Pollux kissed his wife over and over. A sense of relief and hope washed over him.
“Your father has been lying to everyone.”
Pollux chuckled bitterly, “Well this wouldnt be the first time.”
“What are you going to do now?”
“I’m going to find him!”