Chapter 10Aeneas inched back toward the temple steps.
Father’s eyes hardened. ‘Where do you think you’re going?’
‘I just need a moment.’
‘Aeneas—’
Ignoring his father, Aeneas strode down the temple steps as fast as he could without running. He didn’t stop until he emerged at the rocky ledge. At the edge of the precipice he choked for air, hands on his knees. Shame crept over him, as thick and dark as tar. How could he have reacted that way? Father was right, he had a job to do. Priam’s council had been decimated. The people needed a monarch. But how could it be him? He had no idea how to be a king. Priam’s son Hektor had been groomed for this. The Great Prince was the one they needed. But Hektor was gone now. Him and the rest of the heroes.
The light was greyish. Dawn would come soon.
