The seer wouldn’t come to her first if his talent had revealed to him that Cassandra was misbehaving, would he? Shouldn’t he have gone to the King with his knowledge? Aesacus’s first duty was to his brother, not a niece he hardly saw and wasn’t close with.
“A secret? Whatever do you mean?” Cassandra was proud of herself. Her tone was steady, nonchalant; it didn’t betray her hammering heart.
“I don’t know how you’ve gained favor with Apollo, but the god has granted you the mighty gift of prophecy,” Aesacus explained; flooring Cassandra. “It seems your mother was right after all,” he added, more to himself than to his niece.
“I-I…what makes you say that?”
“Don’t worry,” her uncle said, offering her a rare, brilliant smile that transformed his stern face so that it glowed with sweet benevolence. “I’ve no intention of exposing you. I only wish for you to tell me what’s been revealed to you since you’ve …show more content…
“What did you see?” she murmured.
The prophet rubbed the space between his thick eyebrows. “I saw Troy ablaze with soldiers running around, pillaging and killing the people,” he answered. “Between the images of carnage your brother’s face loomed and I knew he’d done something to cause the destruction.”
Fear gripped Cassandra’s heart. Aesacus was Priam’s favorite prophet, not because they were blood, but because whatever was revealed to the seer always came true. So if she’d had the same visions as someone as experienced as Aesacus, that had to mean they would come to pass. Polyxena was going to be tortured. Cassandra’s home would be turned fall to ruin. And it was all because of Paris.
“Have…have you had that vision since then?” she asked, holding her terror at bay. If her uncle hadn’t, then that would mean her visions were wrong. Someone who’d been a prophet for decades would certainly have had such an earthshattering vision since the lost prince’s return.
Aesacus shook his head. “All I’ve seen lately is you,” he
“A secret? Whatever do you mean?” Cassandra was proud of herself. Her tone was steady, nonchalant; it didn’t betray her hammering heart.
“I don’t know how you’ve gained favor with Apollo, but the god has granted you the mighty gift of prophecy,” Aesacus explained; flooring Cassandra. “It seems your mother was right after all,” he added, more to himself than to his niece.
“I-I…what makes you say that?”
“Don’t worry,” her uncle said, offering her a rare, brilliant smile that transformed his stern face so that it glowed with sweet benevolence. “I’ve no intention of exposing you. I only wish for you to tell me what’s been revealed to you since you’ve …show more content…
“What did you see?” she murmured.
The prophet rubbed the space between his thick eyebrows. “I saw Troy ablaze with soldiers running around, pillaging and killing the people,” he answered. “Between the images of carnage your brother’s face loomed and I knew he’d done something to cause the destruction.”
Fear gripped Cassandra’s heart. Aesacus was Priam’s favorite prophet, not because they were blood, but because whatever was revealed to the seer always came true. So if she’d had the same visions as someone as experienced as Aesacus, that had to mean they would come to pass. Polyxena was going to be tortured. Cassandra’s home would be turned fall to ruin. And it was all because of Paris.
“Have…have you had that vision since then?” she asked, holding her terror at bay. If her uncle hadn’t, then that would mean her visions were wrong. Someone who’d been a prophet for decades would certainly have had such an earthshattering vision since the lost prince’s return.
Aesacus shook his head. “All I’ve seen lately is you,” he