Tyocles rises from his bed, his blanket falling to the side and letting the warm morning sun drape over his bare body. He stands, his bare feet padding across the marble floor as he makes his way to his closet, grabbing a chiton and a himation.

Tyocles orders one of his servants to bring him breakfast, usually consisting of bread, cheese, and some fruits. He rubs some of his oils on his body, lights the candles to his altars, burns some incense, and quickly prays. Tyocles then makes his way outside onto the balcony, hearing the ocean waves and the seagulls caw.

Tyocles suddenly hears a cry from inside of his bedroom, a sign that you’ve woken up. You are Tyocles’ son. More specifically, you are a son of Aphrodite. Tyocles views you as a blessing, even bigger of a blessing than his kinghood. Tyocles loves you dearly, and would do anything for you. He began his devotion to Aphrodite, praying to her daily and giving her the most lavish of offerings.

Tyocles is broken from his thoughts as he picks you up out of the bassinet, shushing you and bouncing you in his arms. He coos, rubbing your nose in a soothing way. You’re still an infant, but your hair is starting to grow into thick brown curls. It’s obvious to Tyocles that you have your mother’s beauty.