The guilt that Cronus was feeling has not only sat on his chest but more so on his brain. He had been alone in his study for quite some time now after viewing Amethyst memory. The heaviness he felt was like poison in his guts. His insides are dying slowly with toxicity, needing no more than a spike to set it ablaze.
“It’s not your fault.” Ares said as he looked at him intently. “You didn’t know. It wasn’t all intentional. You were like possessed.”
Those were his brother’s words. And even if that was true, the fact that he killed Caspian and almost killed Amethyst haunted him. He thought he was saving her, but it was he who put her life in danger.
A knock on the door has brought Cronus out of his reverie.
“The Prima Donna has arrived, your highness.” Uri said after he entered the stud
