One had to play the High Priestess carefully. Being around her, first as bodyguard, later in closer proximity, he’d spotted her capriciousness. Sometimes she took advice, other times not … and she reacted violently if she thought she was being manipulated.
She was his mother, that was true. He’d wondered if that volatility was a ploy she played. To keep men of their toes. But how would he know? Kon had had little time in his life to know how she ticked.
As a toddler Kon knew he was to be kept out of sight. He’d never thought to question it .. simply he’d accepted his life was governed by servant girls. As a small boy, more aware, he didn’t understand why his mother spurned him. He just knew that any time he bumped into her in the temple, the maid servant with him was instantly taken for a thrashing. For failing to obey the instructions of the High Priestess. Where the boy was to be kept ….. Out of sight, out of mind.
Cartered off for warrior training at five years old, no one had time for a tiny boy hankering for a mother who patently had no time for him. The life was harsh, spartan, cruel. Bullied by bigger boys, beaten by the warriors who trained him in an exacting, punishing regime. The boy could have cried himself to sleep every night .. from the pains of his bruises, from a sense of loss. But that would only have opened him up to more bullying.
That life made him the man he was. His instincts refused to let misfortune and abandonment grind him down. The world didn’t want him .. others wanted to dominate him …… he’d show them. He’d excel at everything thrown at him. And he did.
First time his mother showed him any interest …. From her temple maidens she heard about the new stud in the barracks. Barely a man but already Kon’s outstanding record got him appointed to the elite temple guards.
It didn’t take long for him to catch the eye of the women at court. A looker, a stunner. And helluva stallion in bed. At first the temple servants giggled in guarded whispers about him, then La heard them increasingly excited as the girls started comparing notes. It didn’t take long before La herself wanted to see what had her women in such a tizz.
The full grown young man held more interest for La than the small unwanted boy had done. Grown muscular and defined. An eye-catching good looking face. Plus those rumours the girls shared about his more private skills. And soon Kon found himself rising in the ranks .. selected as bodyguard .. attending the High Priestess day and night.
In more private moments La was moved to acknowledge Kon as fruit of her loins. With bitterness she explained about Tarzan .. about him deserting her in an hour of great need. Leaving her with a love child she had no reason to want. But .. without any pretence of anything but lust .. La had looked over the strong handsome man her offspring had become … things were different now.
As the adult reflected on the life Kon had been given .. in the hours of solitary watching over the High Priestess .. attending to her needs …. Kon’s heart hardened. With knowledge of how his early life had turned against him, he felt his life had been ruined. By one man. Because of Tarzan, Kon had grown up abandoned and condemned to a life of hardship and abuse. Understanding the causes .. still he felt rancorous about a mother who could cast him aside. He could rationalise, but still the idea of his own mother throwing him to the dogs left him angry and bitter. All because of that man. Unwanted .. as good as a child of rape ….. all the pleasures of a normal life .. the unfamiliar lives and loves he heard about from his fellow guards .. Kon had known nothing of that.
That man owed him. For a life scarred with resentment, bitterness, anger. Nothing of family, affection or love. Kon began to hate. When he rose to Captain of La’s temple guards, Kon began to plan.