"In the early months of that year, the old King fell ill. He did not make it many more months. Cepheus, our current king; he was fourth in line for the throne. The day his eldest brother was to be crowned; he was murdered. Each day after, another brother was killed. It came to Cepheus, who was crowned on the fourth day, the last in line for the throne." Helios took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, averting his eyes from Hermione to pick a white flower from the hedge behind the bench. 