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Unforeseen	By : DonnaLynn Category: S through Z > Troy Views: 8946 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 11

Briseis closed her eyes as she settled into the hot stone tub of water. Andromache and a few of the palace servants had been tending to her for the last two hours. Cleaning and primping but she was in no mood to be pampered over. All she wanted was to be left alone to think, to think of Achilles. To remember what little time they had together. She replayed her conversation with Andromache over in her head�

"What was he like?" Andromache asked quietly as she ran the brush through Briseis� long unruly hair. "Helen tells me he is Greece�s fiercest warrior."

Briseis smiled fondly, "He is fierce�and passionate�"

Andromache continued to slowly brush her hair, "He treated you well?"

Briseis nodded weakly, "Yes, he saved me from Agamemnon�s men." She lost herself in her thoughts for a moment before she began to speak again. "He is strong in mind as well as he is strong with strength."

Andromache shook her head in doubt, "He cannot be the infamous Achilles we have all heard about. The way the stories tell of him he has no mercy and kills for glory."

"He does wish for glory. He wants to be remembered for eternity�he�s afraid of being forgotten, " Briseis explained softly. "I will never forget him." She whispered.

Andromache could hear the sadness in her cousin�s voice and was saddened herself. "You care for him don�t you?" she asked putting the brush down.

Briseis turned and face Andromache with tears in her eyes. "He made me feel things I have never new existed. Since I was a child I always wanted to serve Apollo as best I could. I always knew that being a priestess was my path." She paused for a moment. "But these last few days have shown me otherwise. That being a priestess was not meant for me."

Andromache looked at her confused, "But I thought�" she let her words fade when Briseis looked into her eyes. Andromache knew that look anywhere. She had the same look the night after she and Hector were married. All women had the look after they had been with a man for the first time. It wasn�t a look of horror or terror, but a look of wanting and need. �She must have given herself to him� she thought. "And what is your path now?" Andromache asked softly.

Briseis closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "To live, " she whispered.

She was broken from her thoughts when a soft knock interrupted her. "Who is it?" she asked looking to make sure there were enough bubbles in the tub to cover her nude form in case it was a servant checking on her.

"It�s Hector�"

She shifted in the tub and looked around for a shaw of any kind. She knew if she allowed him to walk in and see her in the tub he would turn beet red and turn away as if he had been blinded. She never understood such modesty when it came to her male family members. Not that it would make any difference. They grew up together and had seen each other nude before. Hecuba, Hector�s mother and her Aunt had bathed the children together many times. As children nudity wasn�t seen as something sexual but something beautiful and completely natural.

"Is this a bad time Briseis?" he asked courteously.

"Uh no, I�m in the middle of a bath just give me a moment to put something on, " she noticed her thick black Shaw at the end of her bed and quickly stood from the hot bath and made her way to get it. She picked it up and wrapped it around herself letting the suds and water soak through it.

"I can come back another time�" he offered but was cut off when her door opened.

"Come in, " she motioned stepping aside so he could enter.

He took her invitation and stepped inside noticing the freshly drawn bath. "I did not mean to interrupt your bath, " he said regretfully.

She shook her head and waved her hand, "I have already been bathed I was just relaxing."

He nodded and walked over to the balcony to look out over the city.

She instantly noticed his quiet mood, "Are you alright?"

He quickly turned and faced her with tears in his eyes. "I thought I had lost you, " he admitted. "I thought I had broken a vow that I still never intend to break." He turned away from her and leaned against the stone railing.

She knew what he spoke of and nodded. When she was much younger he had promised her that he would always protect her and keep her safe. That he would never let any harm come to her. "You kept your promise Hector, " she soothed coming to join him on the balcony. "I am home and I am safe that is all that matters." She touched the cold armor on his back, trying to sooth his bothered mood.

He nodded mutely and pushed away from the stone railing to face her. "Did they hurt you?" he asked softly pushing a stray curl away from her brow.

She closed her eyes for a moment and pulled the shaw tighter around her body. "I obtained some injury but I am well, " she informed quietly.

"Something happened?" he said more than asked gently. He needed to know what happened during her captivity. "What happened out there?"

She faced the stone railing and looked out over the city. "I was hiding in the Temple when Achilles� Myrmidons found me. They subdued me and took me to Achilles, for his amusement." She stopped letting the information sink in. "I don�t remember how long I was in the tent before he came but�when he entered he just looked at me." She paused as if remembering the moment. "Not in a lustful way but a curious one. As if he were trying to figure me out. He asked me what my name and I refused to tell him at first." She turned to face Hector again and leaned against the stone railing. "But when he showed no dishonorable intentions I told him. He cut me loose and told me to stay in the tent for my own protection. He told me I should feel no need to fear him�and I didn�t."

There was a long silence before she continued.

"It was later when he left me alone in the tent that I was taken from him, " she continued. "Agamemnon despises Achilles, and he knew it would anger him if he took me from him." She looked down at her hands. "He was ready to kill his own to protect me, " she whispered tearfully. "He knew who I was and he never told Agamemnon." She let her tears fall from her eyes and she wiped them away.

Hector took in everything she said. It perplexed him that a man such as Achilles would be willing to die over a woman he had never known. He knew she was royalty yet he did not reveal who she was�he protected her�he brought her home�All his thoughts came together at one time. He couldn�t help but wonder if he wasn�t just using her to Troy. He took her into his arms and embraced her lovingly. "It�s alright, " he whispered into her hair as she cried softly. "You�re home now, you�re safe."

For a long time they stood in their embrace enjoying the closeness they so longed. The protective arms of her brother and the warm loving arms of his sister. They never thought of each other as cousins, they had been to close as children.

She pulled away from the embrace and looked into his eyes. "There is something I wish to tell you�" she whispered. "Something that will change the way you look at me."

He stared down at her with concern in his eyes, "What?"

She swallowed and turned away unable to meet his eyes. "I gave myself to Achilles�freely, " she quickly turned and saw his shocked expression. "He did not force himself upon me Hector I swear it to the Gods..." She stopped unable to speak her next words but she forced them anyway. "�I had the chance to kill him�but I couldn�t."

He stared at her a moment in silent shock. He didn�t know whether or not he should be angry or elated, maybe a little of both. In one hand he was angry for her virginity being taken before she was married but was relieved that she wasn�t ravished by some Greek soldier. He looked up and met her eyes warmly. "Is it what you wanted?" he asked finally. It would not help matters any if he were to become angry about what happened. It was done and gone and there was nothing that could be done about it.

She nodded, "Yes�it�s what I wanted."

He nodded in return and framed her face with his hands and kissed her forehead. "Your secret is safe with me, " he whispered against her. He released her and started for the door.

"Hector?"

He looked over his shoulder at her and met her gaze. There were no words spoken between them. Their eyes spoke for them. He smiled and resumed his stride leaving her to her own pleasant and troubled thoughts.

Odysseus made his way to Agamemnon�s tent to join the tactical meeting. His and Achilles� conversation played over and over in his mind as he entered the King of Kings tent. When he entered all the Kings were sitting around Agamemnon�s thrown talking amongst themselves. Let the games begin�

"Odysseus! So good of you to join us!" Agamemnon announced standing from his makeshift thrown. "We were just discussing how we could�"

"�Achilles and his Myrmidons have left my lord, " Odysseus interrupted Agamemnon�s sentence abruptly. He knew getting right to the point was best instead of beating around the bush.

Nestor and Triopas looked at each other then to Agamemnon, all had shocked looks upon their faces.

"Achilles has left? Impossible, he was born for this war his own mother prophesized it, " Nestor tried to rationalize surprised. "It doesn�t make since for him to just leave."

Odysseus nodded, "He and his men left earlier this morning for Greece."

"Without my permission or knowledge!" Agamemnon yelled in disgust. "The gall that man has! I will have him killed for his disobedience! I hate that man!" he threw his goblet of wine against the wall and yelled at the top of his lungs. "I hope Poseidon drowns him into the sea and his name erased from the book of life!"

"Without Achilles or his Myrmidons we are lost, " Nestor noted out loud to no one in particular, still in shock.

Triopas nodded and looked to Odysseus, "I agree, without him we have lost a great advantage."

Agamemnon faced the two Kings angrily, "We can win this war without Achilles! Achilles is but one man! I am the man that will be remembered when this war is talked about thousands of years from now! Me!"

Nestor stood and approached Agamemnon. "How many battles have we won with just the stroke of his sword Agamemnon?" Nestor challenged. "Without him the men will not fight he is their encouragement to keep fighting."

Odysseus stepped closer to the group. "The men believe our true purpose in coming was to retrieve Queen Helen. Now that Menelaus is dead there is no need for her, therefore, our presence here should be no more, " Odysseus rationalized.

"I will have Troy!" Agamemnon yelled sitting upon his thrown. "If I have to send every Greek to their death to obtain this city it shall be done without fail."

There was a eerie silence amongst the men as they all gathered their thoughts. Triopas stood and faced Agamemnon stiffly.

"I once told you Agamemnon that the world was too big for one ruler, " Triopas reminded. "That saying still holds true." He turned and started for the entrance of the tent but Agamemnon stopped him.

"We will not retreat from this land until it is mine, " Agamemnon said rather calmly, tiredly.

Triopas never turned to look at any of them. He resumed his stride and left them to themselves. Odysseus watched the situation unfold and observed all the Kings carefully.

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