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Too Precious	By : DonnaLynn Category: S through Z > Troy Views: 4395 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6

This was not something he wanted to do, but he had no choice. The next afternoon he and his soldiers would be leaving for the northern territory. Thera would have to give him a decision before sunset. He only hoped she would make her own decision. Not to be influenced by an outside source.

"What seems to be weighing so heavily on your mind brother?" Paris asked as Hector exited the thrown room.

Hector stopped and sighed tiredly. "Nothing I wish to discuss brother, " he tried to sound stern so Paris wouldn't push the issue but he knew it wouldn't work in the end. Paris always put his two cents worth in whether you wanted him too or not. It was a side effect of their father letting have his way so much. It seemed everyone including Andromache thought he was overreacting, and maybe he was, but he couldn't help it. He was thinking one thing and everyone else was thinking another. It driving him slowly mad and he could only imagine what poor Thera was going through.

Paris pushed away from the wall and joined his brother in step as he started to walk away. "Look I know what you're thinking brother. What sort of sense could I possibly make about your situation?" Paris tried to sound supportive.

"None, so don't even bother trying too, " Hector grumbled plainly. When it came to a serious relationship with a woman Paris knew nothing. Since he was a teenager women wooed over him. Hector had no doubt Paris cared for all the women he bedded but there is a difference between caring for a woman and loving a woman. Paris 'loved' all women but he only 'cared' for each of them.

Paris rolled his eyes briefly and continued on like Hector had said nothing. "I don't understand why you're being so negative about this?" he said genuinely bewildered. "If you don't wish to have her as a concubine then don't, it's as simple as that. I don't see why you have to give the title of concubine to protect her from your men. None of them would be stupid enough to touch a servant of yours in fear of certain death."

Hector shook his head in disagreement, "You don't understand Paris. Those men are away from their women for weeks or even months at a time. Being unable to fulfil their physical desires can drive them to do things they wouldn't normally do."

"But you are different?" Paris accused lightly. "How many times have you told me that you are no different from your men. You have a title�they do not. I hate to break it to you dear brother but you're a man just like the rest of us and you see women just like the rest of us."

Hector glanced at Paris and continued his descent down the hall. Where was he going anyway?

Paris could hardly hide the smirk upon his gorgeous face, "Admit it, you harbor secret desires for your handmaiden and you're afraid that you will actually want to take her into your bed?"

"Don't be ridiculous!" Hector chided as he rounded a corner, trying desperately to tune him out.

"Hector my dear brother you are the most honorable man I have ever known but you are still a man. Can you honestly stand there and tell me that the thought of bedding Thera hasn't crossed your mind?" Paris prodded insistently. "I know the thought has crossed my mind." He added offhandedly and almost regretted it when Hector stopped and shoved him against the wall.

"Keep your hands off of her Paris, " Hector said dangerously low. "She isn't some lonely merchant wife for you to take advantage of. You will respect her." He dropped his hands from his chest and started down the hall again leaving a stunned Paris behind.

Hector swiftly made his way to the women's servant quarters not really caring if someone saw him. Paris had annoyed him to that point and he hated it. He did irrational things when he was hyped like this. He turned the corner and out of the corner of his eye he noticed a servant girl walking the opposite direction. He instantly recognized her as Briseis' handmaiden, Malva.

"Malva, " he called out.

She stopped dead in her tracks and looked at the Prince wide-eyed. "Your highness, " she bowed her head automatically surprised to find the Prince of Troy standing in the hallway of the women's servant quarters. If he had been Prince Paris she wouldn't have been the least bit surprised. Not that she could do anything about it anyway. What could she do? Berate him about breaching protocol? Go to the King or Princess and say Prince Hector is a pervert and should be punished for such inappropriate behavior? She would be lashed or killed for certain.

"Do you know where I can find Thera?" he asked firmly but calmly. The sooner he found her the sooner he could hear her turn down his request. Oddly enough, he was afraid of her answer either way. If she said no he would feel she did not feel safe in his presence. If she said yes he would feel an unwanted elation.

She kept her eyes downcast and shook her head, "No my lord, she is with the Princess."

He relaxed his posture and took a short deep breath, "Thank you Malva, you may continue with your duties." With that he turned on his heel and headed back the way he came.

Malva stood stock still for a long moment, almost afraid to move, "�whoa�"

"What do you think of this one Thera?" Andromache held out a deep blue silk cloth with a shiny silver trim for her to see. "Too bold?"

Thera smiled and took the fabric by the edges to spread it out. "No my lady, it's perfect. It could be sea green and you would look lovely in it, " she praised honestly. Most servants just humored their masters not really caring what they wanted in fear of being punished. In her years of service to Hector and Andromache not once had she been punished physically. It was why she was so willing to do any duty they asked of her. It was the least she could do as payment.

Andromache laughed lightly, "You are too kind Thera." She laid the garment across the bed with numerous other garments and looked over them all. "There is one missing. I know I have a sheer white with a gold trim." She moved to her clothing basket and rummaged through it.

Thera sat on the window ledge and resumed her sewing. As Andromache searched for her lost garment Thera had a moment to think back to her conversation with Hector the night before. You are a woman and I am a man, it is as simple as that. Those words haunted her. Her slumber was troubled with dreams that were filled with sinful images of him. Their bodies tangled together in the heat of passion as he brought her to heights of pleasure she never new existed. Do you trust me? Not as your Prince, but as a man�his question stuck in her mind like a splinter driving her mad. The sensations and emotions he elicited from her were so strong she didn't know how to grasp them. She was only seventeen years old and had never even been kissed by a man let alone lie with one. It was sad to say but most servants never experienced the pleasures between a man and a woman. If they did they weren't memorable experiences the majority of the time.

For a brief moment she closed her eyes to clear her mind but she only managed to conjure more images of her Prince. His body shining with perspiration after detail with his soldiers. The soft look on his face as he bonded with a new horse. She quickly opened her eyes and tried to busy herself. Stop being so foolish Thera. You are merely infatuated with the fact that you may get to have sex with the most wanted man in Troy�other than Paris�

"Here it is, I knew it was here somewhere, " Andromache voiced as she faced Thera with a satisfied grin. The smile faded from her face when she noticed the troubled look on her face. "What's the matter Thera?" she placed the garment on the bed and went to sit beside her on the window seal.

Thera couldn't stand it any longer. The tension and pressure were too much for her. She felt as if she needed to walk on eggshells where ever she went. Everyone looked at her as if she were diseased and even the servants were giving her strange looks. "My lady I�I don't know what to do, " she voiced lowly.

Andromache sighed silently, already knowing what troubled her. "Tell me, what's on your mind?" Andromache asked in a comforting tone.

Thera almost cringed at the familiar question but was able to hide it from her face. She took a deep breath and tried to think of a way to start. It's just the two of you Thera�no Hector�no one is around to hear�"I don't know what is expected of me. I don't know how to act, what to do, what to say, " she rambled calmly. "I don't want to be a disappointment to you�to Prince Hector, to anyone. You and Prince Hector have always been so good to me. I couldn't ask for better treatment."

Andromache listened open mindedly and with understanding. "Thera listen to me, " she reached for her hand but the door to the room suddenly burst open to reveal Hector. He looked slightly distraught and troubled. Andromache was instantly concerned, "Hector are�"

"�will you please excuse us for a moment Andromache?" he stepped further into the room and looked between Andromache and Thera. He only hoped Andromache would understand his request for privacy. He didn't want Thera to feel anymore pressured than she already was.

Thera looked between her Prince and Princess. Watching the exchange with avid interest. They are so good for one another�then it hit her like a ton of bricks, everything came together.

Andromache nodded, "Of course, I will be in the palace if I am needed." With that she left the room shutting the door behind her softly. She stopped just outside and closed her eyes. Be careful with her Hector she thought as she started down the hall at a lazy stride.

Inside their bedchamber Hector and Thera stared at one another. Thera was about to speak when he beat her to it. "My army will be leaving tomorrow afternoon�I'm afraid I will need your answer before sunset tonight, " he said lowly. "I do not wish to pressure you Thera but I want you to know that whatever decision you make I will accept." He watched her closely for any reaction and noticed her face softened and her eyes smiled lightly.

She took a gentle deep breath and grasped her hands behind her back. "I will go with you my lord, " she answered softly. When he had burst into the room he immediately locked eyes with Andromache. She saw something there that she didn't see when he looked at her�love. She knew the Prince cared for her, but he loved his wife more than his own life. All this time she feared the Prince or she would become attached and unable to walk away if need be. But when she watched the exchange of unspoken words between them she knew then that no one could take Hector away from Andromache and no one could take Andromache away from Hector.

He was surprised by her candor to say the least. She barely put up a fight. He figured she would become upset being rush to come to her decision. Before he could stop himself he looked her up and down and she noticed his action.

"You seem surprised my lord, " she inquired. "I can assure you that I will do whatever it is you require of me." She wanted to let him know this was of her own free will and not an outside influence. "May I speak freely?" she asked clasping her hands in front of her.

He nodded as he took a few steps to the side of her. She countered his walk and they seemed to be circling one another slowly. "You asked me if I trusted you as a man and not a Prince?" she quoted. "I do trust you. I trust your judgement. If you feel the need to make me your concubine then so be it. But if your only reason is to protect me�don't." She hoped he understood her reasoning. "I am not afraid."

Her last words stopped him dead in his tracks and again they faced one another. Silence filled the room as they looked at one another. They finally had an understanding. "You do understand that we could be gone for a long while?" he said more than asked as he stepped closer to her. "The living conditions will far less pleasant as they are here."

She nodded, "I will cope in whatever way I must your highness."

He nodded lightly still slightly shocked at the outcome of everything, "Then have your things gathered." He turned and started for the water basin behind her. "For tomorrow we leave for the northern territory." He scooped up a handful of water and splashed it across his heated face.

She bowed in acknowledgement, "Is there anything else you require your highness?"

He grabbed the cloth to the side and wiped his face. "No, you may go."

She bowed again and made her way out of the room. She closed the door behind her and leaned her back against it.

What have I gotten myself into�
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