"You're the hero of the day," Hector continued, his voice tinged with both pride and regret. "The man who killed Ajax. And after a victory like this, my father will undoubtedly have a reward prepared for you."
Nathan inclined his head slightly, his way of signaling he understood. He didn't protest or grumble. He had accepted this inevitability the moment he chose to kill Ajax on the battlefield—under the watchful eyes of Greeks, Trojans, and, most importantly, the Gods themselves.
Stepping into the spotlight had been a calculated decision. If the Gods wanted a spectacle, he would give them one.
Nathan returned to his quarters within the towering walls of Troy's royal castle. The room, though grand by most standards, was modest compared to the opulence surrounding it, a reflection of his role as an outsider—a mercenary allowed inside the heart of Trojan society. The evening sun filtered through the intricately woven curtains, casting warm amber hues across the stone walls.
