Unforeseen

Agamemnon angrily made his way to his tent. The loss of his battle did not bode well with him. Achillad mad made him look like a fool. He knew the warrior sat back and watched from afar. Watched his fellow soldiers get struck down by arrows and swords, and did nothing. All because of a simple slave that was taken from him, without permission. The constant defiance from Achilles was beginning to wear Agamemnon down. He was already regretting the decision to allow Achilles to come with the fleet. Against his better judgement and the advise of his fellow Kings he was convinced he would need Achilles to win the war. Perhaps, he was wrong all along.



He stormed into his tent and found Briseis standing near the back of the tent.



"Judging from the displeased look upon your face it is safe to assume you lost the battle, " she said rather calmly but aggressively at the same time. She had her arms wrapped around her waist as if she were cold but her clothes were badly torn and she was holding them together.



Without a word Agamemnon approached her and grabbed her by the head of the hair. It seemed to be happening to her a lot lately.



"Let me go!" she yelled as he forced her out of the tent.



"You will not be so spirited after the men have had you, " he spat.



She tried to pull away but only succeeded in harming herself. She couldn't see where they were going because her hair was matted and in front of her face preventing her from seeing anything. He came to a sudden stop and pushed her to the ground. She quickly threw her hair back and looked around. She was surrounded by a platoon of men and a shiver of fear ran through her body.



"Do what you will with her! She's everyone's prize!" Agamemnon praised proudly.



"No, " she said to Agamemnon defiantly. "I will not be passed around as if I was some piece of meat!" She staggered to her feet and stared him down.



"As I said little one, your spirit will be broken once they're done with you, " Agamemnon said quietly then walked away leaving her along with the dozens of men.



She watched as the men began to close in on her all at once. There she stood in nothing but rags and no one to help her.



Where are you Achilles?



In a panic she tried to run but was quickly caught and thrown back into the circle of men.



"Wheo yoo you think you're going princess?" one of them teased tossing her to a fellow soldier.

All she could do was allow them to toss her back and forth. She was so weak she could hardly stand on her own two feet. She tried to push or pull away but her attempt was futile against many men.

Achilles…



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"We lost many men today Agamemnon, " Nestor conceded.



"The Trojans have a formidable defense, " Triopas agreed in return.



Agamemnon yelled in frustration and turned to face his fellow Kings. "Listen to yourselves! You speak as if we've lost this war already! The Trojans probably expect us to retreat back to Greece!"



"Perhaps we should, " Odysseus murmured without anyone hearing him.



"With all do respect Agamemnon, Troy will never be taken as long as their walls still stand, " Triopas demanded. "All we are doing is sending our men to the slaughter!"



"They're just walls!" Agamemnon yelled defiantly. "Walls can be taken down! And I will not tuck tail and run just because we've lost one battle!"



All the while Odysseus sat back and listened to his fellow Kings squabble when the obvious solution was in their possession. He knew what needed to be done but whether or not Agamemnon would concede and let it be done, was another story all together. Greece would need Achilles to fight to win. In order for Achilles to fight Agamemnon would have to swallow his pride and give the slave girl back too Achilles. The bigger question was, would Achilles fight even after the woman was returned to him…tainted? Odysseus didn't understand Achilles' insistence in regards to the woman but it was obvious he wished no harm upon her. Agamemnon's personal battle with Achilles would be the Greek's downfall.



"My lord, " Odysseus interrupted.



All eyes turned to Odysseus and stared.



"What is it Odysseus?" Agamemnon demanded impatiently.



Odysseus paused before he spoke, "I think you know what must be done."



"Achilles, " Nestor acknowledged looking at Agamemnon. He knew just as Odysseus knew.



Agamemnon growled, "Even if I could make peace with him he would rather spear me than fight for me. The man is a lone wolf he fights for his glory and immortality alone."



"But we need Achilles Agamemnon, " Triopas insisted.



"No!" Agamemnon yelled. "I should never have allowed him to come!"



"Then Greece will no doubt fall to the Trojans, " Odysseus said plainly. "The men's moral is battered. If Achilles does not fight along side them they will not fight for you."



Agamemnon kicked a chair and turned his back away from the group of men.



"Agamemnon?" Nestor prodded.



"You will have to give back the slave girl, " Odysseus informed strictly.



Agamemnon turned back to face the men and scoffed, "He can have the damn girl back."



Odysseus and Nestor exchanged looks then Odysseus stared at Agamemnon silently asking him silently how badly he had harmed her.



Understanding Odysseus' unasked question Agamemnon looked at him innocently. "I never laid a hand on her," he defended himself.



"Where is she?" Odysseus asked.



Agamemnon waved his hand in the air dssivssively, "I gave her to the men. After today they will need some amusement."



Odysseus closed his eyes and put his face in his hands.



For your sake Agamemnon you better pray to the Gods no harm has come to her…



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Briseis grew tired as the men continued to toss her back and forth, closer and closer to the fire they were gathered around. Her robe was so torn now that she may as well be nude. It surprised her they had not taken it from her and made her parade around naked. As the men tossed her they groped and touched her. It gave a sick unclean feeling as she fell to the sand.



Slowly she tried to crawl away and they just stood around and laughed at her ridiculous attempt of escape.





I'm really for it now…



"Bitch! We're going to have to teach you a woman's place, " the man scratched his cheek and backed towards the fire.



Briseis watched in horror as he removed a branding iron from the fire. Her eyes widened in fear and she struggled against her captors as he approached her with an evil smile upon his face.



"We're going to have to brand you first, " rabbrabbed her by the arm and drew back with the branding iron.



She closed her eyes tightly and waited for the inevitable pain and humiliation. Out of nowhere the force of the soldiers hold loosened and was gone. She felt the two soldiers release her and she tumbled to the ground limply. She tried to gather her surroundings but was scooped up into a strong pair of arms. It had happened so quickly she wasn't sure it really happened until the wave of dizziness passed and she looked up to see the face of Achilles. All she could do was lay her head against his shoulder as he carried her to his tent. All sorts of emotions washed through her. She was both relieved and frightened all at once. She was still in the hands of the Greeks no matter if it were Agamemnon, his soldiers or Achilles that had her. Even though she was relieved to be away from the Agamemnon and his soldiers she was still afraid of Achilles, just not as much. She wasn't sure if he would grow tired of his own hospitality and decide to do her harm.



She was broken from her thoughts when he placed her on a set of furs. She quickly scooted away but not too far, still within arms reach. She wasn't sure why she didn't back completely away, and that scared her a little. She watched as he leaned away to grab a small basin of water with a wash cloth.



"At least you fought back…that took courage, " he complimented plainly as he dipped the wash cloth in the basin.



"I defended myself when someone was hurting me, even a dog has that much courage, " she said as if she were insulted.



He glanced at her and rung the cloth out. "You're not a dog, " he informed plainly then reached up to clean her wounds.



"Don't touch me, " she whispered pushing his hand away.



Ignoring her he tried again only to have his hand slapped away. Quickly growing aggravated with her he threw the cloth in her face then she just as quickly threw it back at him. He dropped it back into the basin and turned away to grab a tray of food, which had a variety of fruits.



He didn't understand her behavior. Not once in his captivity had he harmed her. It seemed she was far too stubborn to allow herself to be grateful in the hands of a kind enemy. That, he could understand from her point of view, so he did not push her.



She glanced at him as she reached for the discarded cloth and slowly picked it up as if she were afraid he would pounce on her. Out of the corner of his eye he watched her and wanted to grin but held himself back. He ate a view pieces of fruit and let her clean herself.



Carefully she dabbed the cloth on her face and cringed. She was very sore but her wounds needed to be tended too. She closed her eyes and quickly wiped her wounds and cleaned her face. It was painful but she was able to stop the sounds of pain from spilling forth. When she was done she leaned forward and placed the cloth back in the small basin. She sat back and looked at the tray of food Achilles held. She licked her lips and watched as he placed a piece of fruit in his mouth.

He could feel her staring and he knew why. "You must be hungry, " he placed the tray between them and motioned for her to engorge herself. From the look on her face he could tell she wasn't sure. "It's alright, " he coaxed gently.



Without further encouragement she grabbed several pieces and stuffed them in her mouth. He watched in amazement as she devoured most of the large platter in a matter of minutes. When she was done she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.



Achilles wasn't smiling but his expression showed nothing but humor. "Would you like more?" he asked.



She cleared her throat in embarrassment and looked at everything but him. "Sorry, " she apologized quietly.



He shook his head slowly, "Don't apologize, I imagine you haven't eaten since your stay."



She wanted to roll her eyes at his choice of words. She noticed there was one piece left and quickly snatched it from the platter. Since it was the last piece she wanted to savor it.



"Did he hurt you?" Achilles asked quietly, almost hesitantly.



She took a small bite from the fruit and shook her head, "No…not in that way…" She was surprised to see a look of relief cross his face. Why would he care if Agamemnon raped me or not she wondered still chewing on the fruit. "Why are doi doing this?" she asked changing the subject.



"Doing what?" he asked resting his elbows on his knees.



"Fighting?" she took anotsmalsmall bite.



He clasped his left wrist and tilted his head at her, "It's what I was born to do. I didn't try to be anything else." He shrugged as if it were the answer to any question in his life.



She regarded him skeptically, "You think the Gods wanted you to kill for a living?"



"I make my own destiny, the Gods have nothing to do with me, " he said blandly.



"The Gods have everything to do with it, " she answered automatically, regretting it in fear of angering him.



He shook his head as if he were saying no. "You have devoted your life to the Gods, vowed to serve them for the rest of your days. I can assure you the romance is one sided, and let me tell you something you will never learn in your temple." He leaned towards her. "The Gods envy us, they envy our mortality our ability to die. In the end that is our one true gift. Every moment is precious bec we we are doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now…we will never be here again."



She would never admit it but his words made an impact on her. But what surprised her the most was the fact that he spoke as an educated man, not a dumb brute. "You're not a dumb brute…I could've forgiven a dumb brute, " she thought out loud.



He quickly looked at her, "I don’t need your forgiveness." With that he stood and headed outside the tent without a word. Her comment struck a cord with him and he didn't know why. He wasn't sure why he even cared what she thought of him.



Get a grip Achilles…



"My lord, " Eudorus called from behind Achilles.



Achilles turned to greet his old friend. "Eudorus, " he greeted with a nod.



"May I speak freely Achilles?" Eudorus asked cautiously.



Achilles merely continued to look at his friend.



Eudorus began carefully, "The men are anxious to know if we will be joining the next battle?"



Achilles thought for a moment, "To be honest Eudorus I don't know." He thought he would be anxious to get back into the battle after he obtained Briseis again but…he wasn't so sure now. His thoughts bothered him more than he would like to admit. "My orders still stand, " he reaffirmed.



Eudorus bowed, "Yes my lord."



"Have you seen Patroclus?" Achilles asked offhandedly. He hadn't seen his cousin since their argument earlier that day.



Eudorus nodded, "Yes my lord, he has been practicing with the men, keeping them in shape."

Achilles nodded with satisfaction.



Inside the tent, Briseis sat with her own thoughts.



What should I do? Should I try to escape? Should I submit? What am I going to do?



She closed her eyes and ran her hands through her long curly hair. She wondered what would happen tomorrow. Achilles would no doubtve hve her to battle against her own people, more specifically, Hector. Hector was a great warrior himself and she had every bit of faith in him as the Greeks did of Achilles. But the thought of Achilles and Hector battling troubled her. Hector was her cousin and she loved him dearly. He was more of a brother than a cousin and he has always been so protective of her. The thought of Achilles killing Hector tore at her heart. At the same time, the thought of Hector killing Achilles troubled her. She sighed in frustration at her thoughts. Why should it trouble her if Achilles was killed?



She was broken from her thoughts as the flaps to the tent flew open and Achilles came through.

"I will only say this once and you can make any choice you wish. Outside this tent there are thousands of Greek men who will take you and use you for whatever purpose they wish. Therefore, if you leave this tent without my consent you're are fending for yourself. If you stay no harm will come to you…you have my word," he informed then he started to remove his clothing. She did not look away as he removed his clothing and that surprised him a little, only a little. She was still a woman under all her vows and robes.



"Please let me go, " she asked quietly. "I will do anything just let me return to my home." She knew she was going to regret such a proposition but she couldn't resist a chance to get away.



He stared at her for a long moment then closed the gap between them to stand over her. She looked up at him with a scared look upon her face. He pushed a stray hair from her face and touched the bruise above her eyebrow. "You are welcome to join me…I will not touch you, " he offered softly then walked past her to his bed.



"No thank you, " she declined softly lying on the furs on her side.



He made no comment and got into bed pulling the bed sheet up to his waist and closing his eyes. He hoped she took his warning seriously. He would hate to have to kill more men to protect her. At the same time he didn't think she would try to escape in fear of the consequences. On the other hand, she might be braver than he gave her credit for. She might try to escape or she might do something unexpected, like try to kill him.



He shifted himself to lie on his back so he would not fall into such a deep sleep. He feared she would try something stupid out of habit. He kept his eyes closed and listened for any movement. She seemed to stay in her place, but he knew that would change before the end of the night.



Briseis lay on her side, watching Achilles. She was chilled but she refused to take his offer. She would rather freeze to death than give him more of an excuse for her not to hate him. Against her better judgement she was beginning to like him and it scared her. How could she like a man that would kill a man for no reason other than someone would remember his name?



Who are you kidding Briseis! If he wanted to take advantage of you he would!


e cle closed her eyes trying to stop her mind from racing but she couldn't calm herself. She was at a crossroads and she needed to make a choice. She could do one or two things. She could do nothing and try to survive amongst the Greeks, or she could kill Achilles in his sleep and escape back to her city. She knew her country better than the Greeks she was confident she could get away without fail. The only problem was getting past Achilles.



Hours went by and she watched him closely. His breathing was even and he wasn't moving around anymore.



He must be in a deep sleep by now she thought as she slowly and quietly sat up into a kneeling position. She looked around for anything resembling a knife and was shocked to see one a few feet from her. As quietly as she could she crawled for the knife all the while watching for any signs of life from him. With a shaky hand she picked the knife up and stood. For a moment or so she just stood with the knife in her hand and stared at his sleeping form.



You can do this Briseis, for all your fellow Trojans you must kill him!



Reluctantly she moved towards him and quickly found herself looming over him. Her heart was pounding in her ears and the blade shook in her hand. She closed her eynd snd said a prayer and put the knife to his throat slowly.



"Do you really think you can kill me?" he spoke suddenly.



She gasped lightly, but didn't pull the knife away.



He opened his eyes and turned to look at her, the blade sliding against his neck but not cutting him. He met her gaze with no expression.



She let out a shaky breath her hand gripping the handle of the knife harder.



"Do you?" he askeain.ain.



"Aren't you afraid?" she whispered in surprise.



"Every man dies, whether it's now or fifty years from now iesn\esn't matter, " he said plainly.



This man isn't afraid to die, and you're holding a knife to his throat…



"If I don’t kill you others will die, " she said more than asked.



"Many, " he confirmed plainly.



"I should kill you, " she whispered her grip loosening.



"Then what is stopping you?" he pondered out loud. He could see the hesitation written all over her face, even her bodyguagguage. The only reason she held the knife now was to put up a strong front. If she were going to kill him she would have done it when he spoke. He quickly grabbed her wrist and before she could blink he rolled on top of her.



She gasped but she didn't drop the knife from his throat. She wasn't applying pressure anymore but she held it tightly anyway. She stared up into his eyes and almost fainted at the raw look of passion in them. He shifted on top of her and let his left hand run up the outside of her right thigh. As his hand traveled up the fabric of her gown followed, but she couldn't bring herself to stop him.



Oh Gods help me…



She knew what his intentions were, she wasn't that innocent. She knew what sex was, but she was a priestess to Apollo, a virgin priestess. She had chosen the robes of a virgin, she must abide by them. He tilted his head and leaned towards her slowly. She didn't move the knife as he ascended upon her hoping it would deter him. Her breath quickened as his lips came closer until they touched hers. At that moment, all thoughts of anything other than him left her mind. The knife fell to the floor and he deepened the kiss making her moan. He pushed her gown up further and moved himself between her legs.



She surprised herself when she didn't protest as he settled himself between legs and pulled her gown the rest of the way off. It was practically in shreds anyhow so it was easy to pull away. After discarding her gown he let his gaze fall upon her naked form. He had seen many naked women in his time, but none of them had been as pure as the woman before him. He met her eyes and could see she was afraid. She was shaking all over and he knew it wasn't because she was chilled.



He leaned his forehead against hers and kissed her tenderly, "Don't be afraid…"



She swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to catch her breath. "I'm not afraid of you, " she tried to explain, hoping he would understand what she was really feeling. She had never been nude in front of a man before, never even partially nude, let alone fully unclothed.



He pulled away to meet her eyes. "You're afraid of men, " he realized softly.



She shook headhead unable to find her voice.



What am I supposed to do? What is he going to do to me?



Her thoughts were broken when his lips found her neck. Her eyes fell shut as the overwhelming sensation passed through her. A breathy moan escaped her lips as he moved to the hollow of her throat. She couldn't believe he was being so gentle. She always imagined a man such as Achilles to take what he wanted. "What are you doing to me?" she whimpered helplessly.



He dipped his tongue into the hollow of her throat then made a trail to her chin then leaned his forehead against hers breathing heavily himself. "Showing you how a woman should be touched, " he breathed enveloping her into a heated kiss.



She was taken aback by his passion. Before she realized what she was doing she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and returned his kiss with as much passion as he gave. Never had a man unearthed such passions from within her. She had never felt such emotions or yearnings and embraced them willingly.



A moan of regret escaped her as he broke the kiss and left a trail of kisses down her neck…chest…her belly. She couldn't stop the quake that raked her body as his lips grazed the top of her curls. It was enough to protrude through her hazy mind. "Achilles?" she said in an uncertain tone.



Like a feline he moved up her body never breaking full contact and met her eyes. "Yes?" he asked. He knew she was nervous, beyond nervous. She was a virgin and had probably never even been kissed by a man other than her male family members, and that was formal for families. He reached up and caressed the side of her face lovingly. "It's alright…I know you're afraid…" he wanted her to know he understood her fears. He wanted no secrets between them, nothing was to be hidden. "If you will allow me…I will show you the pleasures of the flesh."



His tone made her stomach clinch and she nodded shyly. "I trust you, " she confe pus pushing his hair away from his face to stare into his infinite blue eyes.



Her admission made his heart flutter. He brought her into another heated kiss then left a trail of kisses down her body to settle himself between her legs. He gazed up her body and watched how she reacted to his touch. Her head was thrown back and her hands gripped the furs tightly beneath her. He watched her closely as he spread her legs and it seemed to bring her out of her haze. She stared down at him with a worried expression.



"…ssshhh…" he soothed kissing the inside of her thighs tenderly. Shiver upon shiver raked her body as he slowly made his way to his destination.



Briseis felt very exposed to him, but she trusted him. Every piece of skin he touched felt as if it were on fire. She was the wick and he was the fire. She was brought out of her hazy thoughts when she felt his heated breath against her. She almost bolted off the bed when his tongue parted her folds and delved inside her. She couldn't breath and the sound of her heart was pounding in her ears. Her moans and whimpers filled the tent as he lavished her. An unfamiliar, but wanted sensation began to build inside her. The more he gave the more the sensation grew.



"Achilles!" she cried in pleasure, unsure of what was happening to her. She knew nothing when it came to the pleasures of the flesh, only that for a woman, the first time was painful.



Achilles continued his pleasurable torture as she began to thrash lightly against him. His hands caressed her outer thighs and stomach hoping to give her a safe comforting feeling. He didn't want her to think he was doing this for his own pleasure, but for hers as well. All women he bedded never left unsatisfied, but Briseis was different. The woman beneath him unnerved him in a way he never thought he would feel, peaceful.



"Achilles I…I…" she whimpered as the tightness inside her grew until it consumed her. "Achilles!" she cried throwing her head back and gripping the furs once again. "Oh Gods…" she whispered as he continued to softly lap his tongue against her before he moved up her body to settle himself on top of her.



"Briseis…" he whispered huskily, getting her attention. She lazily opened her eyes and met his icy blue stare. She could feel him against her thigh, hard and ready, he was asking her permission. She wanted to cry from his unwarranted affection and comfort. From the moment she was brought into his tent not once had he treated her as a slave or captive. She swallowed the lump in her throat and whispered, "Please…"



He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer so she would be more comfortable. They never broke eye contact as he slowly started to push himself inside her. She was very moist and it comforted him to know her pain would be lessened. He watched her carefully for any signs of pain, but knew she would feel some discomfort. "It will hurt, " he whispered pushing himself a little further into her.



She nodded and tried to relax, hoping it would make her transition easier. He moved very slowly inside her trying to get her muscles to relax enough to let him inside. He coated his erection with her moistness with every stroke and slipped a little further inside each time. He groaned quietly and strained himself to be gentle. He would not cause her pain if he could prevent it. He felt himself slip halfway inside her and she gasped with a pained expression. He was at her barrier. "I'm sorry…" he whispered forgiveness as he pushed himself as hard as he could through her.



She cried out in pain and clutched his shoulders tightly, tears falling from the corners of her eyes. She felt as if someone had jammed a log inside her and split her in two. Her muscles were screaming for release from their strained position. He instantly grew still to allow her to grow accustom to his size and intrusion. He kissed her eyelids and forehead and whispered sweet nothings to her. "I'm sorry…" he apologized affectionately again. "…it's over…"



She took a couple of deep breaths and opened her eyes to meet his. More tears sprang from her eyes when she saw the loving expression he offered. She smiled lightly so he would know she was alright and he smiled in return in his own way. Achilles had a way of smiling without smiling.

"There will be a bit of discomfort, " he explained quietly as he started to move very slowly within her again.



She closed her eyes with a small cringe as a small stinging sensation ripped through her every time he moved. It was nowhere near as painful as the initial penetration, more of a dull sting. As he began to move more fully in her the pain began to fade and pleasure was replaced.



Achilles knew she would not climax this time but he wanted to give her as much pleasure as she could take. His thrusts gained more force as he felt his own climax near. Her face no longer held a pained expression but one of wonder. She opened her eyes and looked up at him and moaned at the need on his face. She was amazed at what she was feeling. She never imagined such pleasure in all her life. The pain was down to a dull ache and replaced mostly by the same tingly feeling she felt earlier in the night when he gave her climax. It wasn't as powerful but made itself known.



He stared down at her, icy blue eyes boring into her brown ones. He felt his own familiar sensation approach and leaned his forehead against hers and pushed into her faster until he stiffened and spilled his seed within her with a quiet groan. He heard her whimper beneath him and sat up to look down at her. Her brow was covered in sweat and her eyes were lazy.



He shifted to move off her but her arms and legs quickly wrapped around his body. "No, please…don’t move…" she requested breathlessly.



"I am too heavy, " he tried to explain but she merely shook her head.



"I enjoy the feeling, " she whispered lightly pushing her hips against his.



He stiffened momentarily at her teasing gesture and smiled down at her. He was still inside her and he was very sensitive. "Be careful woman…" he warned softly then quickly rolled them so she was on top.



They both gasped and laced their fingers together as she stared down at him.



"Thank you, " she spoke into the quiet night.



"For what?" he inquired bringing her fingers to his lips.



She watched as he lavished kisses on her fingers, palms and wrists. "For your affection, " she offered carefully, unsure if her comment would offend him or not. He was after all her enemy and her captor, but he did not act as so.



"Is it not wanted?" he asked hopefully.



It was her turn to tilt her head at him, "I don’t recall being unwilling." She slid off of him and made herself comfortable next to him, snuggling against his chest. "I would much rather be here, " she whispered.



He closed his eyes and kissed the top of her head. "I'm glad you're here, " he admitted softly as he stroked her hair affectionately. It wasn't too much longer before she was sound asleep in his arms, her breath tickling his chest. He remained awake, and thoughtful. His thoughts were plagued with what he would do next. Would he join the next battle…or would he retreat…with Briseis? From the moment he laid eyes on the woman upon him his thoughts and feelings were contorted and confusing. He came to Troy for glory and immortality, but what he found was something he seemed to crave even more, and he never knew it till then. His mothers words troubled him though.



…If you stay in Laryssa you will find peace, you will find a wonderful woman with whom you will have sons and daughters…they will hchilchildren, and they will love you…and when you are gone they will remember you…but when your children are dead and their children after them, your name will be lost…If you go to Troy glory will be yours, they will write stories of your victories for thousands of years…The world will remember your name, but if you go to Troy…you will never come home…for your glory walks hand in hand with your doom… and I shall never see you again…



He took a slow deep breath and turned his face into Briseis' hair. The premonitions his mother had were never wrong, and it worried him. He had already journeyed to Troy and he was afraid now that he was there, he would not be able to leave. Something would prevent him from leaving and it actually frightened him. He wanted his glory, but he also wanted peace. Being with Briseis had given him a taste and it was far more addictive than any battle he could ever give him.



His eyes slid shut slightly and he gladly gave in to the much needed slumber.



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This went exactly with the movie except for maybe a few things here and there. If you've read any of my fiction before you know I love to write love scenes and I hope it was good. Please read and review!