“You look so like your father when he was young. Taller even.”
Phoebus smiled and looked proud in that moment, but tried not to look at Lucius across the bed.
Antonia noticed this and shook her head. “He has fought long and hard for all of us, your father has… Honour him. Help him. For the relationship between a father and his son is one that should not be neglected. The world needs good men.” She squeezed Phoebus’ hand tightly. “And you are good, my boy. I can see it as clearly as the sun upon these mountains.”
To everyone’s surprise, Phoebus leaned forward and burried his head in the furs that covered his grandmother.
“There, there,” Antonia said, stroking his smooth dark hair. “We’re all together now.” She turned her neck and looked at Lucius. “We’re together,” she repeated, smiling
