Briseis was strong woman from the time of her birth she had be trained to be a deadly warrior. Briseis prided herself in being able to best both the Princes of Troy in combat, Briseis was a hero to her people. She was a princess of Troy, which normally would have destined her to a life of producing children for her husband and pleasing him in every aspect of his life. Her father however, claimed he had seen a message in the stars when she was born that had told him she would be the saviour of Troy and a legend in time.

Briseis sighed and snuffed out the yellow candles the decorated the temple in the evening light. Had she done the right thing in becoming a Priestess? Since her father's death, less than a year ago. The King had discouraged her from her life as a warrior, and led her in to a life as a priestess in Apollo's temple. She respected and loved the gods but was this really her destined to serve Troy in this way?

She looked around one last time, taking in the dark surroundings and walked down the deserted corridors towards her rooms. She slipped into her room and gently shut the door hoping not to disturb anyone in the palace. Briseis leaned against the large wooden door and savoured the coolness against her back. She smiled as she saw the sprig of flowers left on her pillow, her maid was so thoughtful, she new that Briseis loved the small blue and white flowers, shaped like stars, that grew in the garden outside her window. A sharp tap came on the other side making her jump. She opened the door slowly to reveal her beloved cousin, Hector standing there. Looking handsome in a casual toga of white.

"Hector! What brings you to my rooms so late at night?"

"War is coming to Troy, Briseis,"

"This concerns me not I am a priestess now, remember?"

"How is your son? Well I hope. I have not had time to see him today. The temple is so time consuming..." Briseis sighed dramatically and pretended to faint with fatigue.

"Do not change the subject Briseis. The Greeks, they have massed against us they our sailing towards us as we speak. Damn my brother for being so foolish! Achilles is with them, you must fight! We need a hero to match their's,"

Briseis spun around and walked towards the window on the other side of the expansive room. She gazed out over her city. It was truly beautiful, the lamps burning in people's homes looked like a reflection of the clear stars burning in the heavens above.

"Achilles is with them?" She whispered her breath catching in her throat.

"Yes,"

"Your certain? I had a dream that he would be the downfall of Troy,"

"I share your concern, my cousin, but I have a plan. Come walk with me in the beautiful gardens of Troy and we will discuss it."

The pair walked through the gardens of Troy in silence, both contemplating the gravity of the situation. Tory had not the strength to repel the united Greeks. Briseis new this was her destiny, she must kill Achilles! She felt it with a certainty that shocked her. He was her destiny that was clear. Finally Hector broke the silence

"You must go to King Priam and tell him that you want to fight the Greeks and that you are certain you can defeat Achilles. Priam fears Achilles more than death itself,"

"You know he will say a woman's place is not on a battle field,"

"Yes a woman's place is in a man's bed,"

Briseis slapped hector playfully as he laughed. He could be so infuriating sometimes! If Briseis could have wished for anything it would be that Hector was her brother, and that her ruled Troy not Priam.

"Hector!" She gasped in fake horror.

"That is how the King thinks, my plan. If you're willing, is for you to allow yourself to be captured by the Greeks. They will give you to Achilles as a plaything. A whore to amuse him, you must play along with this and then slit his throat while he sleeps,"

"You want me to seduce the mighty Achilles? In case you have not noticed I am not know for my feminine ways, Hector!"

Hector burst out laughing at the sound of this, it was true Briseis was very beautiful in her own way, her short statue and eyes of the deepest brown mad her glow with an innocent sexuality, but despite this she had trouble with men. She could best most of them at almost anything. The men of Troy do not like being out done by women in anything besides cooking and cleaning.

Briseis linked her arm through Hectors. Feeling doubt and worry crawling into her stomach. What if she failed? She could not let Hector down he was like a brother to her, she loved him more than anyone in this world, except maybe his son Astyanax.

"The moon rises in full to night my cousin. An omen, perhaps? I will go to kill Achilles, for Troy and for you my cousin,"

Briseis ran her hands through the leaves of a near by bush causing it to realize a sweet smell that drifted thought the night air. She looked up at Hector.

"Can I do this Hector? Can I win over this man, this monster?"

"You must,"

"I would rather face him in battle as an equal,"

"These will be hard times for Troy. You must put your pride behind you and help your people, it is your duty as Princess,"

Briseis felt a shiver run down her spine, too long had the thrill of an impending battle been absent from her life. She felt her doubt ebbing away. Of course she could do this for Hector, for Troy and for her Father!

"I believe I shall retire now, Hector, as I have much to accomplish tomorrow, I must convince the King. That is no light task! "

"Goodnight, my beloved cousin,"

Hector bent and kissed Briseis on the cheek, and turned to head back to his rooms where his wife and son would be waiting. He felt a smile cross his face, Troy would be safe in Briseis hands he felt it in his heart.

This is the first Fan Fic I have ever done So PLEASE don't be too harsh. I would love Reviews. I know it's historically inaccurate, but I am not bothered. Besides that any comments would be appreciated.