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CHAPTER ONE

With her arms tied around a wooden pole, Selene sat on the scorching sand in the heat. Her deep blue eyes were dry and sore from the many tears she had shed. Her body was aching and covered in many cuts and bruises from the beatings she had been given. Her long blonde hair fell past her chest and her pale lips were slightly parted.

She wanted to go home; she couldn't stand to stay in this terrible place for another moment even though she had only been here for a couple of hours. The memories of her home and friends taunted her and made her weep. Her cries rose in pitch before dying out completely, lost to the beach which surrounded her.

Every Greek which walked by could not stop themselves from sneaking a glance at the stunning captive. Even when she looked so ruined and broken, her beauty was still beyond imagination. Selene looked down at the grains of sand under her feet.

At that moment, the High King Agamemnon strolled towards her followed by Greek guards. He tilted his head to the left in confusion and bent down with his hands rested on his kneecaps.

'Are you certain this is her?' he asked after exchanging looks with the guards. The mighty Ajax stepped forward and he towered over the delicate captured beauty.

'Yes, my King,' he replied as his eyes met Selene's. Agamemnon stood up to his original height and his lips curved into a shrewd smile.

'Welcome to Greek territory, Princess,' Agamemnon said to the young maiden.

'This is not your land, it belongs to Troy and it always will be. You are trespassing!' Selene spat at him and the High King turned away from her.

'For now, Princess Andromache.'

The name echoed in Selene's pale ears and she looked away to avoid eye contact with the Greek soldiers. She remembered how she had once walked in the city of Troy earlier this morning, and how she fell into the hands of the Greeks so easily.

Through the corridors and down the staircases, Selena ventured around the palace in search of the young Prince of Troy. When she found him, he was curled up in a ball leaning against a stone wall. Selene stopped in her tracks when she saw him in the distance. With a sigh she scurried over and loomed over him.

'Prince Astyanax,' she began as she pulled him to his feet. The young boy's head was bowed and he refused to gaze at her. 'Your mother has been searching everywhere for you.'

'Why does she care where I am?' Astyanax asked with a mocking voice. In response Selene grabbed him by the hand and began to pull him away.

'She is your mother and she loves you. Why have you been hiding from us?'

'Father told me off for playing with his sword. He does not care about me, he only finds pleasure in making me cry; sick man.'

With disgust Selene stopped dragging him and glared down at him.

'Do not talk about your father in such a way,' she hissed and her frightening voice sent a chill down Astyanax's spine. 'He would sacrifice his life for the existence of Troy.'

'Yes, he cares so much for Troy but not for his own family. Ever since the ships of Greece arrived on our shores, he's been interested in getting rid of them and nothing else,' he shot back. Selene didn't want to waste any time arguing with him; she knew his mother would deal with him when they found her.

She dragged him to his mother's chambers and sat him down on the beautifully decorated bed with royal red covers and four golden posts.

'Princess Andromache,' Selene attracted her attention. Andromache turned to face them from the balcony and the colour returned to her pale cheeks when she laid her eyes on her safe son.

'Astyanax!' She exclaimed as she ran towards him. 'Where have you been?' He didn't reply and Selene had to step in.

'Hiding, and saying some very interesting things about his father,' she told her and Andromache suddenly looked confused.

'We will talk about this at dinner. I feel like I need some fresh air, Selene, will you accompany me?'

Selene would not refuse the wishes of a Princess; she was her maid after all. The two of them journeyed outside into the sunlight and walked to the stable. From there they climbed onto two horses, Selene had a white stallion and Andromache had a black one.

When they were ready they kicked their horse's flanks and galloped through Troy and into the countryside. On a hill, they watched the Greeks stroll around their tents.

'When will they leave?' Sighed Andromache as she stroked her horse's ears.

'When they get what they want,' replied Selene and the two of them knew what they wanted. For nine years Helen had remained safe behind the impregnable Trojan walls. For nine years Trojan soldiers sacrificed their lives so Prince Paris could keep the Queen of Sparta for himself. In Selene's opinion she thought that Helen should have been returned a long time ago.

Nine years ago Helen fell in love with Paris when he travelled to Sparta after hearing stories of her beauty. Her glorious shine bewitched Paris and he took her back to Troy with him. The Trojans welcomed their Prince and Helen. Knowing that there was a price to pay for what he had done.

But who could blame Menelaus for claiming his right to retribution? When he heard that his wife had fled with Paris of Troy, the black grief came upon him. Enraged, he called the kings and princes of Greece and promised them riches and treasure.

So was assembled the greatest army the world had ever seen, and together they had set sail for Troy under the leadership of powerful Agamemnon, brother of Menelaus.

Days passed of bloodshed and brutal war. And yet, why did Priam not return Helen to Menelaus, her husband? So much suffering, so many lives would have been spared. Nothing simple is ever easy. Fear and doubt fester secretly in the hearts of men condemning their lives into the darkness of guilt. So was Priam guilty of a sin. The sin he committed all those years ago when he sent his son away to die in the wilderness.

A few weeks before Paris had been born, Hecuba the Queen of Troy visited a soothsayer who told her that her son would be the torch that burned Troy. Fearing what his wife had been told, Priam the King of Troy sent the babe away to die after he was born.

But his actions were not accepted by the Gods and the babe fell into the hands of a herdsman. From that day Paris was brought up as a herdsman until the day when he journeyed to Troy in search of his lost bull. In the crowds his mother spotted him and claimed him as her dead son.

Troy welcomed the lost son back and great feasts were held; and all forgot the words the soothsayer had told Hecuba all those years ago.

How could Priam refuse anything his son asked of him? It was with a heavy heart Priam welcomed Helen when Paris brought her to Troy. Guilt so easily forces men to act against their own interests.

Selene sat on her horse while remembering all this. She threw her shawl over her shining hair and pulled on the reins of her horse.

'Andromache, we must return to the city,' Selene told Andromache and she agreed by turning her horse around to face Troy.

Suddenly arrows were fired at them and the two women panicked and screams. Struggling to control their frightened horses that were jumping in the air and running around to avoid the attack. Selene couldn't hold on any longer and her hands slipped off the reins. Her body fell to the ground with a tremendous thud as she screamed.

'Selene!' Cried Andromache as she tried to control her horse so that she could ride it to her maid. Selene's left leg was aching and she was crying quietly in pain.

'Prince Andromache, you must go!' Selene breathed through her tears. In shock the Princess shook her head and carried on trying to control her horse. The arrows were still being fired at the two of them.

'I will not leave you.'

'You must, do not worry. Everything will be alright, my lady.'

Andromache refused to leave but her horse decided for her and began to ride towards the city of Troy. As she watched her shrink into the distance, Selene wiped her tears with the back of her hand and tried to stand up. As much as she tried, she could not move her leg for she was in so much pain.

At that moment a group of Greek soldiers rode up to her. Her shawl had fallen from her head, exposing her face and hair. A tall man climbed down from his horse and scooped Selene up in his arms. She screamed and yelled at him to let go but he ignored her.

After lifting her up onto his horse, the Greek soldiers rode back to their camp and Selene covered her face and head with her shawl. When they reached a large tent, the tall man climbed down from his horse and took Selene in his arms.

He carried her into the tent followed by some Greek soldiers behind him. A large man stood at the end of the tent with his axe in his massive hands. Selene shivered at the sight of his grand body. When the man turned around to face her he was not happy.

He strolled up to her and Selene was forced down onto her knees. The man ripped the shawl off her head and narrowed his eyes.

'I ask for Princess Andromache, and you come back with a maid?' Shouted the man furiously, his voice echoed around the tent.

'We are sorry, Ajax,' apologised the man who had carried her. 'Andromache escaped but the maid didn't.'

'And what do you want me to do with her? Agamemnon wanted Andromache, not her maid!'

Ajax's gaze turned to Selene who looked down out of fear. His anger melted and he looked as if he had come up with a plan.

'Agamemnon has never laid eyes on Andromache of Troy. He does not know what she looks like. Fetch me the best dress you idiots can find. From now on this maid is called Andromache,' explained Ajax and Selene looked up in shock after hearing his words.

'I will not impersonate Princess Andromache!' Selene argued and Ajax slapped her face so hard that her cheek become bruised.

'Then you will receive a slow a painful death,' he snapped and Selene was too terrified to argue back. She was given a beautiful dress to wear and looked like a princess in the end. After that they tied her to a pole and made her look like she had just been captured.

After her meeting with the High King Agamemnon, she was taken to his tent and was locked away in a room. Selene had never felt so alone in her life.