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Chapter 34 - Mitha
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2026-09-17 19:00:39The threat changed shape the morning after the lower tower.
I hated that I noticed late. Not too late. Never too late. Lady Ismene still breathed. Alexis still slept at the foot of her bed. House Ares still stood around us in red stone, iron discipline, and old blood that hadn’t yet decided whether it belonged to Androkles or the men he was hunting. But I should’ve noticed sooner. Desire hadn’t made me careless. That was the
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Berenice waited until the children were asleep. That was like her. She didn’t spend pain carelessly or let grief spill where small eyes might step in it.Through supper, she sat across from me with perfect posture, her hands folded, her voice gentle when Leandros argued about his lessons, and Nereus claimed one of the kitchen cats had insulted him. Our daughter leaned against her mother’s side, half-asleep before the final course, her dark lashes resting on cheeks still soft with childhood. I watched them and felt the coward in me look for punishment—a shouted accusation, a broken plate, a scene large enough to match what I had done. Berenice gave me none of that. When the children were led away, the room became too large. Servants cleared the table quickly, perhaps sensing a storm even without thunder. I remained seated after the last cup disappeared, listening to water move in the courtyard fountain. It sounded wrong. Everything did. “Come with me,” Berenice said quietly. She di
Poseidon's Mistress Chapter 36 - Mitha
Armor hid many things: blood, bruises, trembling, the shape of hands that’d been on my skin where no one had any right to touch me. It hid enough, but not everything.By the time House Ares woke, I’d washed, dressed, and fastened myself back into black-and-silver duty—breastplate, straps, blades, bracers, hair pulled tight, wings combed until no careless feather betrayed what stone floor, salt air, and Zeno’s hands had done to my body. I looked exactly as I should. That was the point of armor; it gave the world something hard to believe in.Lady Ismene was awake when I returned to Lord Ares’ chambers, pale, irritated, and sitting too upright for someone who’d nearly been killed the night before. Alexis lay pressed against the bed, head lifted, eyes tracking me as I entered—a smart dog, a suspicious dog, one I respected.“You’re late,” Ismene said calmly, too calmly.&n
Poseidon's Mistress Chapter 35 - Zeno
House Ares locked down before midnight. Iron gates sealed, inner doors barred, every servant questioned, every guard reassigned, every corridor turned into a throat with teeth. Diokles took command until Androkles could be reached, and no one had the sense or death wish to argue with Zeus when his voice went quiet.Lady Ismene was moved to Lord Ares’ chambers with Alexis at her side, a healer close behind, and Mitha walking beside the bed like a blade given legs. The cut on Ismene’s arm was minor, the one on her cheek even less. That was what the healer said.Minor. A neat word. A useless word.There was nothing minor about blood on a pregnant woman who carried the future of House Ares while her husband hunted rebellion across Olympus. Nothing minor about an assassin reaching her rooms. Nothing minor about Bion, a banished Ares soldier tied to Chara’s abandonment, appearing in the middle of an attack that touched A
Poseidon's Mistress Chapter 34 - Mitha
The threat changed shape the morning after the lower tower.I hated that I noticed late. Not too late. Never too late. Lady Ismene still breathed. Alexis still slept at the foot of her bed. House Ares still stood around us in red stone, iron discipline, and old blood that hadn’t yet decided whether it belonged to Androkles or the men he was hunting.But I should’ve noticed sooner.Desire hadn’t made me careless. That was the lie I wanted, the cleaner punishment. If I’d missed a shadow because Zeno’s hand had been under my armor the night before, then I could’ve carved the weakness out and been done with it. But the truth was uglier. I’d noticed everything—the misplaced servants, the changing patrol gaps, the unfamiliar courier who walked like a soldier pretending not to, the old Ares men who lingered too long in rooms where Lady Ismene’s routes were discussed.Th
Poseidon's Mistress Chapter 33 - Zeno
Berenice stopped waiting three nights later. I’d been giving her my silence and calling it restraint, and that was one of the more cowardly lies I’d been telling lately.The children had gone to bed. Leandros was angry over a training correction; Nereus had fallen asleep with ink on his cheek; and my daughter had asked whether storms got lonely when they had nowhere to go. I’d answered in a way gentle enough to make her smile and false enough to stay with me after she left.Then Berenice entered my study and locked the door. I looked up from a report I hadn’t been reading.She stood with her back to the door, one hand still on the key, dressed in deep blue that made her look every inch Lady Poseidon. Not my jailer—she had been clear about that—but not a woman willing to be made foolish by silence either.“We are done stepping around it,” she said, her tone calm in a wa
Poseidon's Mistress Chapter 32 - Mitha
I didn’t become careless. That was what mattered.I still checked every corridor before Ismene entered it. I still counted footsteps, watched hands, noted which servants smelled of fear and which soldiers carried resentment under polished armor. I still knew where Alexis stood without looking and which windows opened onto climbable walls. I still slept lightly enough to wake when the House changed its breathing.Duty didn’t fail because I had kissed a married man. Twice. That was the problem.I wanted failure to look obvious—a missed shadow, a late reaction, a blade too close to Lady Ares before I noticed. Something ugly and practical I could punish out of myself with harder training, longer patrols, less sleep.Instead, I remained good at my work. Only now was I good at it, carrying Zeno’s mouth like a burn beneath my skin.The second kiss had been worse because we had chosen it without fear, blood, or danger to blame after
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