38~Thirteen years ago

He had barely slept the previous night. Hercules was shivering so much that he almost felt his bed was filled with ice. It was strange. He'd never felt anything like it. somehow he assumed that it was because of the issue at hand.

Was that really it? had Audrey Peterson become such a problem that she couldn't find any sleep? of course she was. But when he did get little sleep, Audrey asked a recurring question. Why do you choose to hate me? Why do you choose to hate me?

It had driven him mad. He didn't like to be the one feeling vulnerable. He did not like to be the one feeling broken. He was a man of power.

Used to being in control. But the idea of another person taking over his heart did not sit right with him.

Especially if the person was nothing more than a worthless servant in his opinion. When the sun Rose and its rays pierced through the curtains of his room, he had already been up and dressed.

Hercules opened the door and found his father standing right at the other side