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A/N Laodice is described in the Iliad as "The loveliest of Priam's daughters" she was the wife of Helicaon and the second eldest sister (that would be Creusa) This story will incorparate the Iliad, the Troy movie and the views of Laodice, and mentions her sisters.

The Other Trojan Women

"Laodice" said Hector, coming towards his sister. "Laodice..." he seemed at a loss for words. In those moments words unspoken went between siblings, Laodice shook her head, tears began to form in her eyes.

"No" she said faintly. She breathed deeply, hoping that it was all a sick dream, but these hopes were shattered when soldiers lead by Paris, looking dejected, came bearing the bloodsoaked body of Helicaon, son of Antenor. At once Lodice went to the side of her husband and lay across his body, sobbing.

"Laodice, I..." Paris too sought words, but could only watch his sister in her grief. He was consoled by Helen. The Trojan court did nothing, but waited until the head of Laodice rose. Her pale blue garments stained with her husband's blood. Shakily the docile Laodice raised herself and stood, blatant hatred flashed in her eyes as no one had ever seen.

"This is because of you!" she rounded on Helen and held the blood of her husband that soaked her hands to Helen's face, marking her features. "His blood is on your hands!" she screamed. Paris fought to restrain her.

"And its you fault to! You brought this whore here! And now my husband has paid the ultimate price for your greed!" she fell to the floor sobbing.

Old Priam stood in his place, tears forming in his own heart for his beloved daughter. He took steps to be at her side and offered her an arm. Laodice crawled on her knees and kissed his hand. "I beg of you! Father! O beloved king! Send her from this land! Banish her for the sake of my good husband!" she wailed on her father's shoulder.

"I cannot do that now" he said softly. Old Priam was now angered himself, holding the bloodstained Laodice to his chest. "Do you see what you have done?" he replied to Paris in anger. "Do you see what you have reduced Laodice, most beloved of Priam's daughters to? Begone from my sight!"

PREVIOUSLY

"I don't envy them for having to go so far." Sighed Laodice fitting new wool to her loom as she worked on the balcony in the sun, her husband Helicaon stood looking over her shoulder to the kingdom below and out to the sea.

"The messenger ship came thismorning." He said, a slight frown upon his face, his eyes still searchign the horizon, the warm aegean air blew his dark hair from his face. "They will arrive tomorrow."

"Surely that is good news" said Laodice noticing the look of uncertainty on her husband's face.

"I cant help but worry about your brother."

Laodice smiled stopping her weaving "Hector is quite capable of meeting with Menelaus, why do you think my father sent him?"

"Its not Hector im worried about." Helicaon replied turning back to his wife and putting a hand on her shoulder. "Its Paris".

Laodice frowned. "I know, I know that he is a lover and not a fighter, but he does genuinely love his family, and answer me this Helicaon, what could Paris do to anger Menelaus with Hector by his side?"

Helicaon took a seat beside his wife and put an arm around her bronzed shoulders "I should have more faith in him, my love, but you know what he is like."

Laodice sighed, and in her heart she knew that Helicaon was right, Paris had let them down before.