He had deserved that question. He had left a girl no younger than thirteen on an island pregnant with one of his own while he trotted off to war for glory. He wouldn't make that mistake again. It wasn't fair to her, to the unborn child or the legacy he left behind. His own father had ruined what little relationship they had by being absent.
"I won't do that to you, Polyxena. I've tortured you enough in the past." And he wouldn't. He wasn't afraid of the father he would be, but he was concerned that he had little to offer.