Briseis.

Briseis was awakened by rough hands on her shoulders, a strong grip dug into the soft flesh of her upper arm and she struggled instinctively.
It took her a few moments to remember where she was, what was happening.
A dark-haired man bent over her, another stood ready.
“Up, priestess.” He said roughly, yanking her to her feet.
“King Agamemnon has called for you.”
“Let him call. Am I to go quietly, like a herded sheep?” she pulled her arm away angrily and rubbed at her shoulder, which felt almost out of its socket from the tug he had given it.
The two men seized her from either side and pulled her toward the door of the tent.
“No, my little Trojan whore, you are to go like a slave, for that is what you are now.”
Briseis thrashed and wriggled, the men almost losing their grip on her.
“Meledes!” the dark-haired man called to a passerby.
“Help us bring this hellcat to the High King.”
The short man called Meledes obeyed without delay, moving behind her and burying his hands in her hair so that it hurt if she struggled.
Tears burned in Briseis’ eyes. Her scalp hurt at the pulling and she thought sourly that she should be lucky to have any hair left by the end of this encounter.
The men halted outside a large white tent. Inside she could hear muffled yelling.
“History remembers Kings! Not soldiers!”
The voices lowered then and she could hear no more. She struggled every now and then but it was difficult and painful with the great brute’s grip on her hair.
Suddenly there was a call from within of what could only be the mens’ names, for they sprang to action at once. She struggled anew as she was all but carried into the tent.
Achilles stood within, his head snapping towards her as he heard her cries.
Within seconds his sword was at the ready.
“I’ve no quarrel with you brothers, but if you don’t release her you’ll never see home again.”
The king’s men had their swords and spears in hand, and they looked apprehensive but ready to fight at his bidding.
Briseis looked nervously at the deadly sword of the great Achilles. Gods, did he know no other way?
The men rushed forward.
“Stop” She shrieked, turning her fury to Achilles.
“If killing is your only talent then that’s your curse. I don’t want anybody dying for me.”
Achilles frowned, lowering his sword.
A deep throated laugh sounded at her right.
“Mighty Achilles! Silenced by a slave girl.” He mocked, pretending to sound impressed.
The man had jewels on his armour and a great scar down his face. His eyes were wide and a little mad-looking.
This must be Agamemnon…
The man reached up to touch her face and she recoiled, but the other men held her fast.
He turned back to Achilles, gloating.
“Tonight, I’ll have her give me a bath. And then…” he paused, sniffing her hair. Unlike with Achilles, the gesture made her feel ill.
“Who knows?”
He leered at her and Achilles swore loudly.
He pointed his sword at Agamemnon but more to make sure of his attention than as a threat.
“Before my time is done I will look down on your corpse and smile,”
The words had all the feeling of the worst of curses, and Briseis shivered as she felt the chill of an omen in the air.
Achilles turned and stalked out of the tent.
Agamemnon turned back to Briseis.
“Well my Trojan beauty, it appears that you are useful to me in more ways than one. I will show the mighty Achilles that the force of Agamemnon is yet to be reckoned with.”
Briseis said nothing. Agamemnon’s eyes trailed over her greedily.
“Tie her up by my bed.” He said before sweeping out the door.
The men did as they were bid, and Briseis was fastened tightly to the large pole by Agamemnon’s bed.
He did not sleep on the ground as Achilles, but rather on a large, ornately carved wooden bed laden with rich furs.
Briseis leaned against the hard wooden post and tried to sleep, but she couldn’t. She was angry with herself as she felt the tears sting her eyes again. She was sick of crying like a child. Her face itched from her salty tears, her head ached from the pulling at her scalp and she felt dirty all over.
She wanted to see her cousins and her Uncle and sleep again in the temple with her maiden sisters. By now she supposed that they would be taking shelter in the temple of Pallas Athene, safe within the impenetrable walls of Troy. She mourned for the priests. They were good men, peaceful and pious with always a kindly word and advice to any who came to ask.
As she was nodding off Agamemnon entered the room. Briseis seized up and filled with dread but the King merely flopped down on the bed without even a glance at her, his face reddened with wine and his belly full of good meat.
Briseis sighed with relief and drew her legs up to her chest, trying as best she could to stay warm. Troy’s evenings were balmy but her nights were bitter cold. She sent up a silent prayer to Apollo that Agamemnon would sleep through the night and laid her aching head uncomfortably on her knees and drifted off.

A/N: Guys I’m sorry this took so long. I’ve just started back at work, and my laptop has been commandeered for other purposes. Also I realised I’d ended the last two chapters with Briseis falling asleep. And guess what the next one is the same too :P
Keep reading, keep reviewing!
~*Lydia

~*Addressing reviews*~

Kat: Why the hell haven't you seen Troy yet? Get thee to a cinema!

kaitlyn: Well, actually I was planning to go canon-ish with this one, so I'd say Achilles probably won't live. But who knows maybe towards the end I'll go on a big tangent and have everybody live and have Apollo drop from the heavens to smite the Akhaians! :P

Rogue: I do plan to stay close to the movie. Originally this was just planned to be a short "novelisation" type of thing from Briseis' point of view. But I promise you I will keep it hot and sexy ;) I'm getting a bit nervous actually because this will be my first publicised sex scene :S
As for putting spaces between the paragraphs, well, I personally don't prefer that when I'm reading a story to be honest so I think I'll just leave it as is unless I'm bombarded with complaints.

Ananda: Certainly I'll read yours when you write it. I blushed a lot at your review it was very nice to hear.

Thanks also go to: Yurbleness *squish*, Tina, Gilraen, nightschild, Sailor-Armitage, Amelia and uh... "Anon" for your encouraging reviews! Keep them coming!