I gradually came to terms with the death of Kyon although I never forgave Ariadne and Glaucus. In fact, I only spoke to them when I had to, and even then, it was an effort to be civil. Apart from my father, I have never hated two people more. We grew older, and apart from little mischiefs stirred up by Ariadne and Glaucus, I was happy. Not only that, but relieved too. Even though I wanted to believe that I was the same as my brothers and sisters, now I embraced the truth. To confess, there was a part of my mind, deep, deep below my conscious thoughts that always knew Minos couldn’t be my father. That didn’t want him to be my father. I guess I didn’t want to discover that my father was some common fisherman from one of the nearby villages. Not that I had a problem with that as such, but it would’ve been another reason for my siblings and others at the palace to hate me. Besides, if Minos had discovered that my mother had cheated on him with a commoner, I would’ve been banished with her from the palace, never to see Phaedra again.
