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 shattered. He 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.


Part Seven

The feast of players


The courtyard overlooking the beautiful city of Troy was filled with guests; citizens of Troy drank along with the ambassadors of Greecesic sic played loudly as all enjoyed the best of Trojan entertainment, dancers filled the yard swaying along with tribal beats. Paris wore a smile unlike any other as he weaved in and out of the crowd. With Rheia at his side the young prince was sure all eyes were on him.

King Priam smiled as he looked upon his son and Rheia, she looked lovely this night. Wearing jewels that he’d given her the day before, at first she would not take them but he told her that they’d been a wedding gift he’d had made for her cousin. Her eyes saddened as looked down the necklace; she spoke softly, telling him that she would treasure them forever but that once Astyanax was old enough to marry that she would give the gift to him.

Priam found her action pleasing, she was a wonderful women and he could see more clearly why Paris wanted Hector to marry her. As Paris walked passed his father, their eyes met each man nodding to one another. Priam stepped down from his seat taking Rheia in his arms bestowing a kiss on her forehead.

“You look lovely my dear” he whispered in her ear causing her to smile.

“Thank you my king” she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before Paris pulled her away.

Hector stood surrounded by men, all chattering about what he did not know. He was watching, his dark eyes fixed on Paris and Rheia. Paris was shamelessly showing her off. Could could she not see that? Maybe she wanted that. His eyes narrowed when he noticed the jeweled necklace she wore, it was…..He grumbled his excuse before moving away from the men whom were around him. With slow, steady steps he found himself standing in front of his brother and his brother’s date.

“Hector, how are you finding this night?” Paris asked, noticing that his brother’s eyes were burning into Lady Rheia.

“Filled with danger” Hector spoke softly eyeing his brother. “How does the youngest son of King Priam fend this night?”

Paris gave his brother a cocky grin before looking at Rheia, “I am all smiles brother for I have the honor of being seen with the moeauteautiful woman in Troy.”

Rheia felt an uneasy strain following between the two men, “I will go for wine.” She told Paris, not wanting to look into Hector’s eyes. Paris went to speak but Hector stopped him.

“Nay, Paris will fetch wine for his lady” Hector raised his glare to his brother, “Won’t you?”

“I would be honored.” Paris smirked before leaving, disappearing in the crowd.

Rheia looked around nervously, she felt his gaze on her. Hector eyed the necklace more closely. His face crinkled, he knew where that necklace came from.

“Are you pleased with my brother?” Hector grumbled out, “Is he to your liking?” He was growing angry at the sight of his wife’s jewelry on her.How dare she take something that was not hers.

“I do not know your meaning?” Rheia finally looked at him, catching her breath when she met his darkened gaze.

“Prince Paris does have a reputation, or have you not given yourself to him?” Hector said not caring how forward his words were.

“I..” she was in a state of shock and go could only walk away from him, pushing past people left and right until she was safely down a large hallway. Her heart racing, Hector was calling her.. Rheia felt her body begin to shake, her breath coming fast. She needed to calm down; she was no whore and would not become a whore to a prince of Troy.

Hector growled as she ran from him, he followed without thinking twice. He followed her down the hallway stopping only when she leaned against a column.

“My words ringing clear?” He asked while stalking towards her, Rheia turned and felt as if she was an animal being hunted. His stance was like a predator out in the wild.

“Come now we are family are we not?” His voice a tone unbecoming of him, he was enjoying the state she was in.

"You are not a gentle man;"She told him standing up straight. “How can you speak to me so?”

He smiled while looking over her, slowly letting his eyes roam over her entire form. Taking in the swell of her breast, the leanness of her body. She was indeed lovely. Rheia felt as if she had no clothes on her body, no man had ever looked upon her like that, not even the man that was to be her husband.

“I may speak to you as I wish; I am a Prince of Troy.” He mocked, laughing a little, stepping closer to her, smirking as she tensed moving back as he advanced. “Why would I speak to you in a manner that is not fitting to you? You are not nobility for you have no right to tell me how to act in the presence of anyone.”

Rheia bit her bottom lip swallowing hard as he came to be inches away from her, the heat coming off his body making her dizzy. Hector looked over her again seeing a twinge of fear in her dark eyes. He shook off their luster, wanting to toy with her some more.

“How is my brother’s bed Lady Rheia ? Is it

what you imagined?” Hector spoke to her in tone never used before in his life.

“I know not of what you speak my lord.” Rheia shook her head, looking away from him.

"id he tell you that your hair is unlike anything he’s seen,"Hector spoke very slowly a deep husky, almost seductive, tone. He took a strand of her hair in his fingers rolling it about. “Has he felt lost in your eyes, so much that he feels the sea rushing over his skin?”

“You are mistaken” Hector noted her voice was weak; he brought her hair to his nose smelling the scent before letting it go.

“Does the prince kiss your lips slowly, suckling them until you whimper with need?” Hector purred as he leaned forward placing his arms on either side of her body trapping her.

Rheia shook her head again; somehow she found the strength to place her hands on his forearms in an attempt to push him away. He laughed at this; he was three times the size of her and could best her with his strength. The lights were dim casting a lovely spell around them. Hector felt power in his actions, wanting to see how far she would let him go. He was never this way with women, not even his wife, Paris was the aggressive lover, not he.

“My lord your guests.” She pushed at his arms.

“They are being entertained, are you feeling well?” He was overly enjoying this.

“How can you treat me like this?” Rheia glared up at him, “What has you in this manner?”

“why should I treat you any other way, you’ve warmed the bed of Paris. You are like all the others now.”

Rheia face hardened “Lies.” She yelled up at him, her anger now taking over. “I give myself to no one; the Prince of Troy is no different from any other man.”

Hector raised an eyebrow, “Are you calling me a liar?”

“Nay, I am calling you thoughtless. Prince Hector of Troy, you seem to know all do you not? I’ve known the love of a man, I’ll not deny that. All of this house knows that. “She hissed up at him, “I would not act this way if I were warming the bed of Prince Paris, why would I hide the fact, any women would proud in taking a lover as skilled as he to her bed. It could be said that Paris, NOT Hector, is the tamer of horses, that his name is whispered by the lonely maidens of Troy. Why would anyone not want the youngest son of King Priam? Your talents, if any, were buried long ago!”

Her words stung him, that was her purpose. What she was not ready for was the force by which his lips came against hers. The sound that came from deep inside of him as he ravished her lips, roughly kissing her, was feral. She was pressed hard between the marble column and his chest,Rheia moved her head about trying to break the assault. It was not to be, Hector of Troy was beyond the point of reasoning, his body burning with need, a need he thought he’d never feel again.

Lust, passion, it overwhelmed Hector. He growled at the feel of her body against his. He entwined his hand in her dark hair, keeping her lips at his fury. His other hand engulfing around her waist, bringing her body into full contact with his. Rheia squirmed at the action, the sensation of his hardness against her belly rippled throughout her body. Her hands laying flat against his chest pushing at him only egged him on.

Hector broke the kiss, yanking her head back forcing her to look at him. “Who is the tamer now?”

Her breath was lost as his lips roughly found hers again, she knew she must fight this but a part of her did not want to. Hector had awoken something inside of her. Since the first night she’d come back to Troy, her dreams were filled with thoughts of him, his eyes cursed her. She’d found herself aching for his touch, wanting him to see her for more than just a women. Rheia wanted to take the pain inside of him, show him that life was surrounding him.

When her hands went around his neck, Hector pushed into her, moving them around the column. Her hands soon found his hair, wildly running her fingers through it. She moaned an almost cat like sound, causing a pulse of heat to fill him. By the gods, Hector wanted to take her right there, not caring if anyone would see them.

His large hand slipped down from her hair going to her neck caressing the delicate skin. She purred into his mouth at his touch. He broke their heated exchange to look down at her, his eyes taking in her lips swollen from his kissed. When his eyes moved to the necklace, he growled pushing away from her.

Rheia shuddered at the absence of his body, she was not aware of the world around her. She placed a hand over her lips as she felt tears swell up in her eyes.

Hector look wilding ing up and down, “Did he give you that as payment?”

“What?”

Rheia jumped when he came to her again, she then yelped when he roughly reached up, taking the necklace in his hand and yanking it from her neck.

“Did Paris give you this?” He growled, his face inches from hers. “My wife’s things will not be given to my brother’s whore.”

Rheia was amazed at the transformation he’d gone through, a moment ago he was passionate and now he was scary.

She felt a tear run down her cheek at his remark and she moved without thinking, slapping his as hard as she could, hoping she would leave a mark on his body.

“Damn you to Hades” She growled before running from him, cursing him all the while.