Sacrifice for love.
folder
S through Z › Troy
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
5,344
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
S through Z › Troy
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
5,344
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Troy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Paris' plan.
Chapter Two.
Paris' plan.
A/N: Ok I am still working on my Pirates fic but this one is forcing me to write it while it’s fresh in my mind. I know there are a lot of warnings, probably hit all the ones I’ve posted maybe even more. So hope you enjoy this chapter.
Andromache, glared at her brother-in-law and tried to turn from him but Paris grabbed her arm. “I know you are mad with me.”
“Mad? No. I am horrorstruck that you brought Helen here in the first place. I am saddened that your brother did not send her home. I am disappointed that crawled back to Hector during your duel. I loath the fact that tomorrow my husband may die for your fight. But no Paris… I am not mad.” She wrenched her arm away. “Mad does not even begin to cover how I feel.”
“I accept your anger, I deserve it.” He followed her. “Please hear me out sister.” She stopped and glared at the youngest son of Priam. “I will not let Hector die tomorrow.”
“And how will you stop it from happening? He will not run, he cannot because of you. How do you propose saving him?”
“The dead boy gave me an idea.”
“Paris you have learned nothing!”
“Stop and listen to my plan, then you can yell and scream at me to your hearts content but please sister hear me out.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“The dead boy dressed in Achilles’ armor correct, well he was much smaller of build. Like I and Hector. Tomorrow I will dress in your husbands armor and I will die in his place. All I ask of you is to drug his wine.”
Somehow he had convinced her to drug his brother. Their plan went off without a hitch. That night Andromache made love to hector, as if he might die tomorrow. That night Paris made love to Helen as if he might die tomorrow. He left her in her post orgasmic bliss and walked toward his brothers room. There his sister was waiting. Tears on her face. “I doubt he will ever forgive me.”
“It is I that he will be angry with. But he has too many things to live for. You, your son, our father, Troy. I have only Helen.” He walked toward the armor and stared at it. “I don’t know how to put all this on.”
“I will help you.”
Before the sun was too high he was dressed in Hectors armor and helmet and kneeling in front of his father. “Father… forgive me for any offenses. I’ve served you as best as I could.” The elder king placed a kiss on the brow of the helm and went to take it off but was stopped by a shake of the head.
Understanding this as a motion of protection he said calmly “May the gods be with you.” He followed his son to standing and continued. “Hector…” the following words breaking the heart of the prince “No father ever had a better son.”
As Paris was decending to fight he met his sister carrying her son. She was distraught. “He is still asleep?”
“Yes.” She grabbed at him. “You don’t have to go. You don’t.”
“I do.” He kissed his nephew for the last time and walked away, towards his death. While waiting for the mighty doors to open he turned to see his own wife Helen there. He was afraid she would see him instead of the might warrior that should be there. Tears were in her eyes and upon meeting his gaze she lowered hers. She did not notice. He said nothing to her as he left, knowing her beauty was lost to him. The mighty doors opened and he exited and walked into the sun’s light.
Paris awoke to a throbbing head and unfocused eyes. He lifted his head about a foot from the sand and saw his combatant. “What you did was stupid, Paris of Troy.” He was washing the sweat from his body with a cloth. “I would have killed you.”
“Better I should die then a good man like Hector”
There was a lion like roar which made Paris clutch his head. “WDid you dress like him for the honor? Did you do this for fame, perhaps you wanted to be the man who killed Achilles?”
“No.”
“Then tell me why! Why would he… why would you play this dress up game?”
“You ask of your cousin?” There was no answer but Paris knew it to be true. “I can not speak for him, only myself. In this world I have nothing more then the love of Helen, and my love for my brother and father. I am not the son to left… Hector has too many things to just leave behind… I cannot ask him to fight my battles any longer.”
“You are no longer a prince of Troy.” Paris nodded anything for Hector’s life. “You are my slave and I am taking you to Larissa.”
To be continued.
A/n: Ok this isn’t as good as it will be but I want them in Larissa before anything hot happens. So please review and I’ll see you again in Chapter 3.
Paris' plan.
A/N: Ok I am still working on my Pirates fic but this one is forcing me to write it while it’s fresh in my mind. I know there are a lot of warnings, probably hit all the ones I’ve posted maybe even more. So hope you enjoy this chapter.
Andromache, glared at her brother-in-law and tried to turn from him but Paris grabbed her arm. “I know you are mad with me.”
“Mad? No. I am horrorstruck that you brought Helen here in the first place. I am saddened that your brother did not send her home. I am disappointed that crawled back to Hector during your duel. I loath the fact that tomorrow my husband may die for your fight. But no Paris… I am not mad.” She wrenched her arm away. “Mad does not even begin to cover how I feel.”
“I accept your anger, I deserve it.” He followed her. “Please hear me out sister.” She stopped and glared at the youngest son of Priam. “I will not let Hector die tomorrow.”
“And how will you stop it from happening? He will not run, he cannot because of you. How do you propose saving him?”
“The dead boy gave me an idea.”
“Paris you have learned nothing!”
“Stop and listen to my plan, then you can yell and scream at me to your hearts content but please sister hear me out.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“The dead boy dressed in Achilles’ armor correct, well he was much smaller of build. Like I and Hector. Tomorrow I will dress in your husbands armor and I will die in his place. All I ask of you is to drug his wine.”
Somehow he had convinced her to drug his brother. Their plan went off without a hitch. That night Andromache made love to hector, as if he might die tomorrow. That night Paris made love to Helen as if he might die tomorrow. He left her in her post orgasmic bliss and walked toward his brothers room. There his sister was waiting. Tears on her face. “I doubt he will ever forgive me.”
“It is I that he will be angry with. But he has too many things to live for. You, your son, our father, Troy. I have only Helen.” He walked toward the armor and stared at it. “I don’t know how to put all this on.”
“I will help you.”
Before the sun was too high he was dressed in Hectors armor and helmet and kneeling in front of his father. “Father… forgive me for any offenses. I’ve served you as best as I could.” The elder king placed a kiss on the brow of the helm and went to take it off but was stopped by a shake of the head.
Understanding this as a motion of protection he said calmly “May the gods be with you.” He followed his son to standing and continued. “Hector…” the following words breaking the heart of the prince “No father ever had a better son.”
As Paris was decending to fight he met his sister carrying her son. She was distraught. “He is still asleep?”
“Yes.” She grabbed at him. “You don’t have to go. You don’t.”
“I do.” He kissed his nephew for the last time and walked away, towards his death. While waiting for the mighty doors to open he turned to see his own wife Helen there. He was afraid she would see him instead of the might warrior that should be there. Tears were in her eyes and upon meeting his gaze she lowered hers. She did not notice. He said nothing to her as he left, knowing her beauty was lost to him. The mighty doors opened and he exited and walked into the sun’s light.
Paris awoke to a throbbing head and unfocused eyes. He lifted his head about a foot from the sand and saw his combatant. “What you did was stupid, Paris of Troy.” He was washing the sweat from his body with a cloth. “I would have killed you.”
“Better I should die then a good man like Hector”
There was a lion like roar which made Paris clutch his head. “WDid you dress like him for the honor? Did you do this for fame, perhaps you wanted to be the man who killed Achilles?”
“No.”
“Then tell me why! Why would he… why would you play this dress up game?”
“You ask of your cousin?” There was no answer but Paris knew it to be true. “I can not speak for him, only myself. In this world I have nothing more then the love of Helen, and my love for my brother and father. I am not the son to left… Hector has too many things to just leave behind… I cannot ask him to fight my battles any longer.”
“You are no longer a prince of Troy.” Paris nodded anything for Hector’s life. “You are my slave and I am taking you to Larissa.”
To be continued.
A/n: Ok this isn’t as good as it will be but I want them in Larissa before anything hot happens. So please review and I’ll see you again in Chapter 3.