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Changing fate	By : darkangel985 Category: S through Z > Troy Views: 13199 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4 – War on the horizon

Shaking his head Hector
took a step back, trying to bring more distance between himself and
Achilles, hoping to escape the pull the other warrior emitted. His
head slowly clearing as the lust abated the Trojan prince turned
towards his wife, a smile spreading over his face as he saw his son
in her arms.

Striding towards her he
felt his heart swell with the love he had for Andromache and his son,
the feeling so very different from the pure primal lust he had felt
for Achilles. The longing that coursed
through his body as he pressed a kiss to his wife's lips was calmer,
gentler, more adjusted to the fragile need of the female body in his
arms.

“Will you join Astyanax and me
in the gardens?”

Hector nodded his head
before taking his son into his arms, tickling the toddler who laughed
merrily. The happy, light sound chased away the lingering feelings of
lust and the need to battle that his sparing with Achilles had
awoken, peace over-coming his mind.

Such a beautiful
respite as he walked through the gardens, followed by his wife who
picked up exquisite flowers on occasion and wound them into a
beautiful wreath. Sighing Hector joined her as she sat down near a
cool fountain in the shade, the future suddenly weighing heavy on his
mind.

He had no doubt that
they would defeat the Greek armies, especially with a warrior like
Achilles and his able-bodied Myrmidons by their side, but that didn't
mean that the battle would be easy and without losses. War never was,
he knew that all too well.

And in times like these
he found the comfort and love his wife could offer to be
insufficient. She relied too much on him to keep her save, on him to
defend the kingdom like the honored prince he was. Andromache for all
the love she felt for him could never be a pillar of strength for
him, simply because she was a woman and thus of a far too gentle
manner.

In times of battle he
wished and yearned for someone stronger, an equal to not only warm
his bed but also to keep him company in the thick of battle, to stand
by his side and protect his back like only a beloved friend and
partner could and would. Someone as strong as the fabled Achilles.

Before he could sink
too deeply into thoughts of the warrior who had captured his
attention so sudden and completely, the sound of the town bells
reverberated through the city, warning them
that an enemy had been spotted.

Getting up from the
bench Hector pressed a small kiss to Astyanax's forehead before
striding towards the council's meeting chamber. Everything was set in
motion now, the wheels of war already turning. He could feel his
blood boiling high, the thrill of battle already settling in his
bones. Taking two steps at once Hector hurried off to get more
information.

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When the warning bells
resounded Achilles was still training in the courtyard, working out a
frustration he couldn't quite guess the cause of. It could have been
the interrupted fight with Hector, but it
could just as well have been the lingering effects of the lust he had
felt for the Trojan prince.

A lust he felt the
desperate need to slake, almost as fierce as his desire for battle
and glory. But for the moment his pursuit would have to wait since
war and glory were closer at hand at the moment, the town bells
telling of their arrival, just like the fierce glint of lust in
Hector's eyes had told him that his advances wouldn't be rejected.

Or at least he was
certain that they wouldn't be. For Achilles there was just one rule
that mattered in the world, the rule that he would get what he
wanted. And those who stood between him and his goal should know to
fear him, since he would take no mercy on them. Neither in battle nor
in his bed had he ever been bested or refused and this voyage to Troy
wouldn't change the rules of his world.

Telling his men to take a
break Achilles handed his sword and helmet over to Eudorus, his
trusted and loyal companion the only one of his men who was ever
allowed to touch the precious weapons that had been forged by the god
Hephaestus himself.

As soon as Eudorus had
taken them from his hands Achilles hurried towards the council
chamber, eager to learn more about the arrival of the Greek fleet. He
wondered which heroes would be amongst their numbers, which great
names would cross their swords with his own, for honor and eternal
glory.

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Hector was already
seated in his usual place at the council room when the door suddenly
burst open, revealing the proud and still armored figure of Achilles.
A sharp comment that the Greek hadn't been
invited was burning on his tongue, but he swallowed it quickly as his
father's hands rose in a friendly greeting.

More or less ignoring
the gesture the proud warrior strode towards the only free seat, the
one that was usually reserved for Paris. True that his brother was
never attending the meetings anyway, since he had no mind for
politics or war, but that didn't mean that it was the arrogant
Greek's right to take his place.

“You have taken a seat that is
not your right to use, Achilles. Only the princes of Troy have the
privilege to sit next to the king.”
His voice was sharp and venomous, his resent for the other's
respect-less and arrogant
nature shining through. No matter how much his body desired the
glorious Greek he couldn't help but dislike his manners.

The grin that
immediately stretched over Achilles' face looked like he had just
waited for such an opportunity, a chance to continue sparing with
him, if only verbally instead of a real physical fight. “I do
not see another Prince of Troy who would claim this place. And it is
a shame for a king to not provide a place for an ally to sit.”

Their eyes were locked
the whole time Achilles spoke, glittering with fierce anger and
another emotion underneath. Hector would have liked to counter with
another biting remark, but before he could so much as open his mouth
to speak Priam had already left his seat, commanding the council into
attention.

“You are of course right
Prince Achilles and I would be honored if you sat by my side as a
ally and friend.” Achilles nodded his head, declaring their
argument over for the moment. One could have almost believe that he
would keep his tongue under control in the future, but Hector had
seen the challenging glint in his eyes. They clearly told him: 'This
isn't over, Prince.'

Having settled
the slight dispute between his son and Achilles Priam focused his
attention back on the main issue of their gathering, gesturing
towards a young man that sat at the very edge of the council he
ordered him to speak, before sitting down again.

“The Greek fleet has been
spotted on the horizon, my King. We have
counted a thousand ships, all sailing to
attack our shores. They will reach the beach a little past noon.”
His duty fulfilled the young man sat down
again and one of the older councilor's rose
in his stead.

“We should sent out troops and
defend the beach. We need to show them that we are not even
surrendering the smallest bit of land to them, fighting them back
with all our might. We must keep them from plundering the temple of
Apollo and from getting the expression that we are too week to hold
them back.”

The councilor had
barely finished when two fierce shouts of “No.” echoed
through the momentary silence. Both Achilles and Hector had risen
from their seats, but as he found the whole council staring at them
the Greek gave a mocking bow, leaving Hector with the honor to
explain.

“Defending the beach is a far
too risky encounter. They could easily stay on their ships and attack
our men with far-ranged bows. Let them have the beach and come before
the gates of Troy. They will for sure demand the handing over of
Helen, if only to maintain the farce of their righteous cause.”

The councilors murmured
excitedly amongst themselves, obviously not
completely agreeing with Hector's opinion. But before they could get
into a heated discussion Priam commanded them to be silent, his voice
radiating confidence and the strength of a
true king. “So it shall be. Double the guards on the walls to
alert us in case the Greeks plan to attack
tonight. Tomorrow our troops will gather
before the doors and wait what they have to say to us.”

With these words the
council was dismissed, Achilles hurrying off to meet his Myrmidons
and Hector to prepare his troops for the oncoming battle.

TBC...
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