A Warrior's Heart

Author: M
Title: A Warrior's Heart
Rating: R/NC-17 for theme's of death, violence whatever else.
Disclaimer: All Homer character's aren't mine, I'm just using them for fun! Lady Rheia, Brea are mine!!
Summary: The lose of his wife has left Hector shatteree ise is alone to take care of his son. The cousin of his late wife comes back to Troy after a lose of her own. (I'm sorry I'm bad at these)
Achive: Sure just ask me.
Feedback: Of course.

*Thanks for RG for editing...and keeping me in the right tense*

Chapter 10


Rheia smiled as best she could as legions of people offered congratulations towards her and Hector. She looked up, eyes moving over his face. Her stomach flip flopped, what have I done?

King Priam ventured towards them. She let out a groan, happy to see his face. He offered his arms to her, taking her against his chest only after his son released his hand from Rheia. Priam kissed the top of her head before whispering in her ear.

"Now my heart is whole again, you've made my son happy."

She felt tears swell up, the King wanted this more than anything. Still questions rose. Where was Paris and why was she now married to the future king of Troy? Priam let go of her, cupping her chin in his fingers, slowly lifting her gaze to his.

"I thank you my daughter."

Rheia smiled weakly up at him as he turned to his son, wrapping his arm around Hector. She turned, finding the need for air. Slowly she paced her steps, moving through the sea of people talking, greeting her. Finally, Rheia found herself far from anyone, looking over the great wall of Troy at the sea. The smell of it filled her, the wind swept against her skin. Did she do the right thing? That would be a question she would no doubt think of often, but she'd done her duty. Given her king a whole family, given him hope.

"Do not play the victim". The harsh tone crashed against her.

Rheia looked over seeing her husband walking over with slow steady strides, looking powerful, looking like a king. "Do not play the conqueror my lord." She gave back with an icy tone.

He smiled faintly while coming up to her, looking over her face, "You wish Paris would have married you?"

"Do you really want to know the answer to that question?" Rheia felt herself finally growing angry, wanting him to see that she would not be intimidated or pushed aside easily.

"You are a servant of the king, you'll answer correctly." Hector told her, feeling she'd not fight him.

"My lord, whip me, beat me..."Rheia tensed herself as she looked up to his eyes. "But do not think for a second that you'll play with me, or use the fact that I love your son, your BROTHER and your father, to gain some sort of power over me. You've mistaken my nature and my will. I will be your spouse, be the lady of a king but I will NOT be a YOUR wife."

Hector felt her words, scratching at him, just as she'd ignited the desire in him the first moment he'd seen her again. He watched as her eyes clouded with anger. Feeling himself stir he took hold of her. Watching as confusion danced over her lovely face.

"I shall say this once, only once. You are MY wife and you'll present yourself as such." He growled harshly, pulling her to him. Hector flinched at the feel of her soft body meeting his chest, "Be aware who your master is."

"Tis not you," Rheia barked up at him, "Tis King Priam, not you."

"We'll see" He warned before lowering his lips to hers, smiling as she jerked side to side trying to detour his actions. Once his lips graced over hers in a slow, rigorous motion he pulled back, letting his hands fall from her, "Our guest wife."

Rheia yanked away, "Your wife would be ashamed of you Hector of Troy." She hissed at him, "You are not the man you were."

Something inside him snapped and for a second time, Hector took Rheia by force, roughly bringing her lips at his mercy. He smirked as she fought him, pushing at his hard chest. This was not his way, never been, but for some reason she brought this out, she would not back down from him. Rheia, Princess of Troy would not give in. He admired that, a trait his beloved had, Hector pushed his thoughts aside. The need to calm her was too great, his lips met hers on a heated battlefield. She tugged, pushed but his hold would not be broken.

Hector never before kissed with such anger, with such passion in his life. This was fire, passion, this was what men fought for. He'd known love, in its purest form with Andromache but lust that was never a factor. Although, his late wife was beautiful, and extremely desirable, Hector never felt such a fever pitched heat. Rheia made him feel that he would burn from his own desire if he'd not touch her, take her.

Could she not feel it? It radiated from his pores. Hector growled, sweeping his tongue inside her mouth. She groaned not from desire but from fury at his actions. This only strengthen his resolve, Hector wanted, nay needed, her to understand that he was her husband that she belong to him. He offered no mercy as he tasted her, groaned as she slowly relaxed but never fully giving up. Her body was responding to him, her lips opening willingly as he assaulted her. Yet her mind willed differently, pulling as hard as he pushed.

Hector stepped back, looking over her. Her chest rose and fell slowly and her lips wereswollen from his kiss. She was enchanting, she was his. He did know when or how but Rheia of Troy had taken his heart, his body, all of him.

"My son" came King Priam's voice from a far, "Come you two your quest."

Hector ran his large hand over his lips before clearing his throat, "Come my lady." He reached out offering her his other hand. Rheia looked down at his hand but did not take it.

"A servant of the king should always walk a step behind." She said softly before bowing her head, and motioning for him to walk in front of her.

"Your words will not save you this night" He growled at her before going to his father.

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Prince Paris arrived to a hush of the crowd. He was distressed outwardly but inside he was happy. His plan had worked, Hector would never let a women be shamed. He knew his brother would do the proper thing and marry Rheia. Paris also knew enough of Rheia's personality that she would dare not run, dare not shame his family.

He saw her enter the great hall a couple of steps behind her new husband. With a glint in his dark eyes, he moved towards her.

Rheia stopped and watched as the young prince came to stand in front of her. She wanted to demand answers but would not in f of of all these people.

"My sister" he offered before taking her in an embrace. "I am sorry."

"You will be" she warned at him before smiling back up at him as his arms fell from her.

"Aww" Priam stood watching with Hector right behind him, "My boy." Paris smiled up at his father, "You look well."

"Thank you father." Paris answered before looking at his brother. "Tis a fine night brother. I am happy for you." He reached out hugging Hector.

Hector smiled down and accepted the hug, he was not mad at the young man. Far from it. He was just confused by what seemed to be his brother's knowledge of events. Why wasn't Paris more upset that he'd married Rheia? Why?

"The gods have granted us favor" Hector told him while wrapping an arm around Rheia waist, possessively bringing her to him. Giving Paris a gentle hands off warning. "I've been giving a second chance."

Rheia felt sick, was this what her marriage would be? Was she to be a prize fought over by two brothers? She moved against Hector's hold but he would not let her go.

"I think it is time that we retire, do you not my wife?" He announced loudly.

Rheia did not answer, only pulled again, hoping he'd let her go but he did not. "Come now" He whispered in her ear, "We've so much to do."


TBC