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Divine Inspiration	By : LuckyPanda13 Category: S through Z > Troy Views: 5281 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“My prince.” Pedasus greeted me when I made my way back through the gates of Troy. I hesitated when I saw him. As a Trojan general and prince, I knew which soldiers were assigned to what duties and when. And I knew that Pedasus was supposed to be fighting in the field. The man was very high-strung and more than a little impulsive, so his commanding officer might have sent him back to Troy, but he should have had the day off, not been put to work at the gates.
“You’re not on gate duty, Pedasus.” I pointed out. “Weren’t you fighting in the field today?”
“Yes, my prince.” He agreed. “But Memnon ordered several men to go looking for you when you disappeared from the field. I returned to the walls in the hopes I might spot you from that vantage.” I felt heat creep up my face.
“I should go inform the king of my whereabouts.” I said. “Relax, Pedasus. Go home to your wife. How is she, by the way? I had heard she was taken ill.”
“She’s still quite sick, my prince.” He looked slightly annoyed at the whole ordeal. “I hope she recovers before the child is born.”
“Hopefully your child will not get sick as well.” I smiled and clapped his shoulder before departing from the wall. Guards passed along my safe state from where I entered Troy all across the city and out to the field more efficiently than I expected. Normally, I would have gone straight back to the field, but the distinct lack of armor and weapons made that an impossibility. I would either have to search the forest for my weapons and armor or go to the armory to get new supplies. I was confident that, during my absence my second-in-command, Sarpedon, would be able to manage our men appropriately.
As I made my way into the palace, I ran into Helen and Paris. Paris hardly left her side and, while she loved him, there were times that Helen got as annoyed with him as I did. I never went into battle with my younger brother because he preferred fighting from the wall of Troy, stopping here and there to fuck his wife, then returning to enhance his status as the best archer in the war. He avoided all other forms of combat, not because he was bad at them, though he wasn’t as talented as me, but because he wanted to focus on his strengths so he could survive to stay with Helen.
“Brother!” Paris embraced me. “They said you disappeared from the front line! We were terrified for you!”
“I had an encounter with Achilles.” I admitted. Helen gasped in shock. “Our personal battle had us in the midst of the forest. I managed to get the better of him, but he escaped before I could finish the job.” Okay, I was a terrible liar, but I was masking my lie with as much truth as I could and hoping for the best. Paris, while a phenomenal archer and a good warrior, was not all that observant. Hence, the trouble we were in with two particular goddesses at the moment.
“Where is all your armor and weapons?” He asked, immediately accepting my words.
“Our fight had us losing weapons and the armor came off as we continued to brawl.” I was trying not to flush at the memory of the exact type of “brawling” we had actually done. “I came back to check on the battle before returning to collect my armor and weapons.”
“Nonsense, my son.” Priam entered the hall and approached us. “Send a party of your men for your armor. Or, rather, get more from the armory.”
“I am full capable of finding my armor myself.” I pointed out. “And I must return to the field as soon as possible.”
“We must plan.” My father shook his head. “The assembly has been plotting a new plan of attack that should break the Greeks.” I almost rolled my eyes. They had been trying since the beginning of the war to find a fool-proof way to finally beat back the Greeks for good. Nothing has come from any plan and no matter how many times I argued for it, peace was never allowed to be an option.
“Of course, Father.” I nodded, hiding my annoyance and distaste with practiced ease. “Please excuse me.” I nodded to Helen and clapped Paris on the shoulder before departing their company behind my father. We barely made it into a side hallway before he rounded on me.
“You quitted the field for a duel?!” He was furious.
“Forgive me, Father, for I did not mean to endeavor to survive in order to grant you a son, Andromache a husband, and Astyanax a father. Let’s not mention an elder brother to Paris, Deiphobus, Helenus, Pammon, Polites, Antiphus, Hipponous, Polydorus, Troilus, Laodice, Polyxena, Cassandra, and Creusa, not to mention all the other children you have that I help care for and protect. In addition, I was also trying to preserve one of Troy’s top generals and the heir to the throne of Troy. Forgive me, Father. Next time, I’ll avoid preserving my life.” I replied evenly as we walked.
“No!” He snapped. “You will not throw guilt on me, son!”
“I was attacked.” I retorted calmly. “It was my duty as a warrior to fight and my duty as a general to attempt to give us an upper hand against the Greeks by defeating Achilles.”
“You quitted the field!”
“I was about to go back.” I replied. “Unfortunately, the assembly requires my services.”
“You have responsibilities here!”
“Then why do you condemn me for quitting the field?”
“I’ll have no sass from you.” Father halted before the assembly room.
“I apologize, Father.” I looked him dead in the eye, my head held tall. “I only wish to ascertain how I upset you and how to avoid do so again.” He loathed how calm I always was when he yelled. I knew I was baiting him, but I was forced to fight, kill men, and watch men die every day for years. My attitude was not what it should have been, but I also shouldn’t have been murdering men and destroying families for nearly a decade simply so my brother could have sex.
“Get inside.” Father growled at me. “And be respectful.”
The assembly was long and boring and completely not worth my time. Contrary to my father’s words, there was not a single plan of attack ready. Every plan they asked me to look at had major flaws in them. My father was furious when I kept pointing out the holes in the plans. I offered several solutions, but not one was agreed upon. When I returned to my rooms, Astyanax demanded much of my attention. Andromache watched, amused, as I entertained our son with stories and gentle wrestling. Astyanax was always a shy child, avoiding contact with those he felt uncomfortable with and even hiding when a guard entered the room, but when he was around Andromache or me, he livened up and played just like every other child his age. It was a shame that he didn’t have any playmates in the palace, but there was little to be done about it.
That night, I had dreams of scorching touches, blue eyes, and frantic desperation and when I woke, panting and hard, guilt plagued my mind. Out of stubbornness more than anything else, I refused to acknowledge the erection and forced myself to go back to sleep. When we woke the next morning, Andromache was her normal, sweet self, and my guilt lessened slightly. I was more than a little romantic that morning, much to Astyanax’s chagrin, but at my wife’s tinkling laughter, I knew it was worth it. She and Astyanax bade me good luck on the field and to return home safely when I departed from their company. I prayed to the gods that I wouldn’t meet Achilles ever again as I walked to the fields.
The gods must have been laughing at me because I spotted Achilles in the middle of the afternoon. I realized that he had in fact gone back for his armor, unless he had more than one set of golden armor lying around. I had already fallen back, eaten, and rested one that day and had just pushed to the front again when I spotted the golden-clad man. He sported no limp, but I couldn’t tell if it was because he felt better or if he was hiding it the pain. I kept fighting, knowing there was no escape when I was right in the thick of things. I spotted Eudorus and Patroclus close behind Achilles and Odysseus and Ajax no far behind. The group of Greek leaders stopped immediately before me as did every single one of their warriors. The entire group of Myrmidons stopped fighting completely, only blocking any attack my Trojans made. I made the call for my men to pause and hesitated for a long moment before stepping towards the group of Greek leaders. Odysseus stepped forward and nodded at me in respect. I nodded back, completely confused and trying not to mess up whatever small peace had just happened.
“We would like to sue for peace.” He called in Luwian. My men, who had all been fidgeting nervously, froze in shock.
“I would like to offer peace for the day,” I replied, “While we discuss the potential for lasting peace.” Odysseus nodded and the calls to halt the fighting entirely were made. I called several of my younger men forward. “Send word back to Troy.” I told them. “Have a tent and pillows brought forth.” They ran off and I removed my helmet, wiping the sweat from my brow with a long sigh. I ran my fingers through my hair and abruptly realized that the tie holding the dark curls back from my face had fallen out at some point. Sarpedon came forward, eyeing the group of Greeks as he took my helmet from me.
“Are they serious, my prince?” He asked, ever relying on formalities, though we were practically brothers with how much time we spent together on the battlefield. Astyanax even referred to him as “uncle”.
“I believe so.” I answered as I avoided looking at the Greeks, specifically the one in gold. “Collect the injured and bury the dead. Even if nothing comes of this, we should honor our dead and wounded.”
“Yes, my prince.” He bowed his head and sent out the orders while I tried to tame my wild mane. When he returned to my side, he offered me a string for my hair that I accepted gratefully. I felt the cold steel eyes on me as I tied the unruly locks back from my face and promptly ignored them. “Can we trust them?” Sarpedon asked me as we waited for the tent to get set up.
“Absolutely not.” I replied. “Yet, somehow, I believe they are sincere.”
“Agamemnon and Menelaus are not part of the group.” He pointed out.
“That’s why I think they’re sincere.” I said, dryly. Sarpedon chuckled. “Without those two, peace may actually happen.”
“Don’t get your hopes up.” He said. “It appears King Priam will be leading the peace talks himself.” I swore under my breath and glanced up to see my father’s envoy leaving the gates of Troy.
“If I kill him to promote the peace, is it still treason?” I muttered.
“Yes, my prince.” Sarpedon grinned. I was taking liberties with my opinions, though I trusted my second more than I trusted my father at the moment. The tent was being quickly erected in the large gap between us and the Greeks and soft pillows were laid about as seats for us in the shade. For their part, the Greeks appeared unimpressed by my father’s approach, which made me feel a little better about being so cynical about the King of Troy. I walked under the tent, followed closely by Sarpedon, and sat down on a pillow, attempting to relax myself so I didn’t violently attack my father for being a pompous ass. I beckoned Odysseus, Ajax, Achilles, and their seconds forward under the tent.
“I apologize in advance for my king.” I murmured to them in Greek as they sat down on pillows, not moving my lips. It was dangerous to have my opinions on my father well-known, but I wanted peace more than I distrusted the Greeks’ ambitions. “He will insult you.”
“I believe we have experience with offensive kings.” Odysseus replied, also switching to Greek, his mouth moving even less than mine.
“Is your king not also your father?” Achilles asked in the same manner as he sat next to me with Eudorus standing behind him.
“Indeed.” I agreed, not appreciating, or perhaps appreciating too much, how close Achilles was sitting to me. His scent washed over me, slightly tangy with the salt from his sweat, but still the masculine musk and soapy aroma made my skin flush with arousal, though I did manage to beat down the erection. “But he is not my father throughout these talks. My father taught me more diplomacy than my king will show.” No one spoke for a long moment when I abruptly realized that my father was going to take his sweet time getting to us in order to make the Greeks impatient.
“Seconds, have a seat.” I sighed. “There is peace for the day and you will need your rest in case these talks do not go well.” The Greek seconds didn’t move until their leaders beckoned them to, but they all sat gratefully as soon as they were able. I contemplated starting without my father, but he’d be angrier than I had ever seen and take it out on the peace talks just to spite me. I abruptly decided I would not stand in respect when my father entered as my own subtle rebellion against his prideful negligence.
“King Priam of Troy.” My father’s personal bodyguard stepped into the tent, introducing the king in Luwian as he dismounted from his horse. So, my father wanted to see how many Greek deigned to learn our language. Moron. My father entered, theatrically swishing his cape around and taking in all the warriors relaxing on the pillows. No one stood, which almost made me die laughing. Father almost flinched with the blow the silence created.
“Please have a seat, good king.” Odysseus indicated the seat next to me, obviously claiming the host role in the tent, and subtly taking power away from my father. Technically, the host rite was mine, but I willingly handed over the reins to Odysseus as long as he shamed my father. I knew better than to root against my own people in this war, but with all the judgment and negativity my father had been flooding my way since the war began, I was probably a little too open to seeing him get in trouble. Especially since he praised Paris at every turn for winning Helen’s heart and rescuing her from Menelaus and never once reprimanded him for bringing war to our people and rarely ever actually fighting in said war.
“I must admit, this talk of peace comes as a great surprise.” Father said, sitting and frowning at me in disappointment. I was going to get an earful as soon as we got home. “But I do not see your king.” I almost flinched at the insult to Odysseus, who merely nodded sagely. The man had the patience of a god.
“King Menelaus and King Agamemnon do not approve of these talks.” He admitted. “That being said, we three represent a large portion of the Greek armies in terms of number as well as a huge majority of the morale for the Greek army. We have decided to sue for peace because we wish to end the fighting and return home. Understand that if we claim peace between us, we will not fight for you, but we will stop fighting against you.”
Odysseus took charge of the talks, taking as much power from my father as humanly possible while still making him think that he had all the power. Father did his best to insult and turn the Greeks away from peace. At one point, he managed to infuriate Achilles so much that the Greek had to get up and walk away from the talks. Eudorus left with him, leaving only Ajax, Odysseus, and their seconds against my father. Achilles didn’t return for the rest of the talks. I got so fed up with my father that I called for a respite from the talks for several minutes.
“They do not really want peace.” Father confided in me when we were out of earshot.
“They seem stubborn about it.” I disagreed. “And baiting them into anger will only ensure this war never ends.”
“Hush.” Father glowered. “The gods smile upon us. We have lasted years of this war.”
“We’re running out of reserves.” I pointed out. “And the Greeks have killed thousands of our men and they have done just as well against us. Who do the gods really smile upon?”
“Do not blaspheme, Hector.” Father growled. I sighed and followed him back into the tent. It was a long afternoon listening to my father try to stop any form of peace and Odysseus still managing to get him to agree to certain new peaceful conventions. I was forced to return with Father to go directly to the assembly to relay what had happened. It was a long exhausting meeting and darkness had fallen before I could escape. I was so tired when I finally made my way back to my room, hoping to see my wife and son, the sight of the red liquid on the floor took me longer than it should have to figure out that it was blood.

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