~ { Shadow and Beauty } ~

Medea

{Piper}

"More story?" Leo asked.

   "I like more story!" Jason agreed.

   "Yeah, I want to hear more!" Kiara added, then winked at Piper.

   The princess flashed Piper an irritated look. "Oh, one will do strange things for love, Piper. You should know that. I fell for that young hero, in fact, because your mother Aphrodite had me under a spell. If it wasn't for her—but I can't hold a grudge against a goddess, can I?"

   The princess's tone made her meaning clear: I can take it out on you.

   "But that hero took you with him when he fled Colchis," Piper remembered. "Didn't he, Your Highness? He married you just as he promised."

   The look in the princess's eyes made Piper want to apologize, but she didn't back down.

   "At first," Her Highness admitted, "it seemed he would keep his word. But even after I helped him steal my father's treasure, he still needed my help. As we fled, my brother's fleet came after us. His warships overtook us. He would have destroyed us, but I convinced my brother to come aboard our ship first and talk under a flag of truce. He trusted me."

   "And you killed your own brother," Piper said, the horrible story all coming back to her, along with a name—an infamous name that began with the letter M.

   "What?" Jason stirred. For a moment he looked almost like himself. "Killed your own—"

   "No," the princess snapped. "Those stories are lies. It was my new husband and his men who killed my brother, though they couldn't have done it without my deception. They threw his body into the sea, and the pursuing fleet had to stop and search for it so they could give my brother a proper burial. This gave us time to get away. All this, I did for my husband. And he forgot our bargain. He betrayed me in the end."

   Jason still looked uncomfortable. "What did he do?"

   The princess held the sliced-up toga against Jason's chest, as if measuring him for an assassination. "Don't you know the story, my boy? You of all people should. You were named for him."

   Piper saw Kiara mouthing a word at her: Medea.

   She nodded at her, then acted as if Kiara hadn't just given her the answer—Medea didn't know Kiara was no longer under her spell—and spoke. "Jason," she said. "The original Jason. But then you're—you should be dead!"

   The princess smiled. "As I said, a new life in a new country. Certainly I made mistakes. I turned my back on my own people. I was called a traitor, a thief, a liar, a murderess. But I acted out of love." She turned to the boys and gave them a pitiful look, batting her eyelashes. Piper could feel the sorcery washing over them, taking control more firmly than ever. "Wouldn't you do the same for someone you loved, my dears?"

   "Oh, sure," Jason said.

   "Okay," Leo said.

   Kiara just nodded, but Piper could see the hatred towards Medea in her eyes.

   "Guys!" Piper ground her teeth in frustration towards the boys. "Don't you see who she is? Don't you—"

   "Let's continue, shall we?" the princess said breezily. "I believe you wanted to talk about a price for the storm spirits—and your satyr."

Leo got distracted on the second floor with the appliances.

   "No way," he said. "Is that an armored forge?"