Chapter 88
I looked into Jon's sparkling eyes as I said it. "Yes, Hector. The perfect son of Priam and Hecuba. A firstborn son turned general, like you...and he...he was gone before his time...just like the prince of Troy." Jon smiled, kissing me on the cheek. "Hector." He said, wiping stray tears away from his face. "Perfect." I winced as I adjusted the cloth on my stomach. Jon helped me by putting it securely in place. He handed me a glass of water that I drank from eagerly.