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Ancient Greece, in a time when men were ruled by the Gods and men were governed by Kings who started wars over power, glory, money and even love. On a diplomatic mission to Sparta to make a peace treaty, Princes Edward and Emmett of Troy see firsthand the cruelty of their nation's ruler. A captured Princess Rosalie of Mycera is made a slave to Prince Royce and Emmett had no choice but to kidnap her from Sparta to take her to safety. Their actions bring war to Troy and the Princes must fight to save their people from annihilation.

This is a story told from multiple points of view and is focused equally on Rosalie/Emmett, Bella/Edward and Alice/Jasper. Rosalie and Emmett have a new love with is facing the trials of what they have caused. Edward and Bella are a young married couple who have the responsibility of being the future King and Queen of Troy. Alice is a prophet who sees the future and guides King Carlisle's council while Jasper is the leader of the Spartan army. Their love with be forbidden and may change the outcome of the war, if they can survive it.

Please Note- This story has been inspired by the idea of the Trojan War and the story helped by a couple of Troy related movies but IT IS NOT BASED ON ANY MOVIE ABOUT THE TROJAN WAR, HELEN OF SPARTA OR THE ILIAD! No character is based on Paris, Hector or Achilles. Ideas may come from scenes in movies or characters but please don't read the story thinking that Edward is Hector and Emmett is Paris etc. This isn't the case and I don't want the story to be read in this way!

Please read and review, I am currently looking for a Beta for this story and would love to hear from anyone interested. Please PM me, preferably with examples of other stories you have Beta'd.

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Chapter One – Victory

Princes Edward of Troy watched his younger brother Emmett wrestle with one of their sailors, the group of young men grew easily bored on ocean voyages. He smiled as his brother won easily, knowing before the competition had begun who would win. Emmett was the bravest and strongest warrior in their father's army and had never lost a fight in his life.

Edward was twenty six years of age and his brother was a young twenty three, with a playful mind and cheerful disposition. Edward admired his brother's character but was also exhausted by it at times, but as the heir to his father's throne Edward had always had a more serious nature. At least he had his beautiful wife Isabella by his side at home. He'd been at sea for a week as they sailed to Sparta and he missed her terribly. He missed his children, his two year old son Edward and newborn daughter Renesmee, a little over four months old. He'd never had to leave his wife so soon after giving birth, but fortunately giving birth was much easily the second time. He'd nearly lost her the first time but she'd recovered, she was so strong for such a delicate looking woman.

The captain had informed him that morning that they would be arriving at Sparta a day earlier than expected and should be docked by nightfall. This pleased Edward because the sooner he arrived the sooner he could return home. He'd always hated Sparta and the people in general, ruled by a brutal and unjust King. King Agamemnon appeared to take pleasure in waging war, trying to take over whatever country or territory was smaller than his and within easy reach. Fortunately Troy had not been one of them to date, but his appetite appeared to only get larger.

"I win again!" boomed his brother's voice and the men cheered at him. He laughed and helped his competitor to his feet then walked over to his brother, adjusting his dark blue chiton. "I crave a real challenge brother," he said cheerfully as he followed his gaze out to sea.

"You say that now Emmett but I doubt you could lose gracefully," Edward answered with a smirk.

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They arrived at Sparta well after nightfall and were taken by chariot through the busy city to the palace after being greeted by an official. As they reached the palace they were greeted by townspeople cheering and throwing flowers in their path. Emmett was used to these greetings, as all royals were always greeted in such a manner. He found it amusing while he knew his older brother was embarrassed by it. But Edward was to be King he must get used to public support. He was glad he was the second born, as he felt he could enjoy himself much more, unsure if he could have that burden on his shoulders and still be himself. He watched as some attractive young women stood together on a balcony pointing at the young Princes and smiling. He smiled back, wondering if he would have the opportunity for some enjoyment during their diplomatic assignment.

Entering through the large palace doors, they were greeted by King Agamemnon. He was a man who looked to be in his fifties, with graying brown hair and a weathered face. He looked powerful and dangerous but smiled generously and held out his arms to the Princes. "Dear Edward and Emmett of Troy, welcome to Sparta,"

"Thank you for your kind invitation," Edward said after he had embraced the older man. Emmett bowed his head respectfully at the King.

"I hope Poseidon blessed your journey," Agamemnon said as he beckoned a servant to bring a tray of goblets filled with wine over to them.

The Princes and Agamemnon toasted to the gods, taking a sip then pouring the rest out onto the floor as an offering. "Indeed, we arrived a day sooner than expected, the seas aided our journey," Edward answered.

"We shall take you to your rooms and after you bathe you must join us for our feast, we are having a great celebration tonight," the King of Sparta explained.

"A celebration King Agamemnon?" Emmett asked.

"A real battle was won yesterday," Agamemnon boomed happily. "A rough battle has rewarded me with another piece of modest land. They fought hard but were no match for my forces." His tone was almost warning and it made Emmett uneasy but he smiled to conceal it.

"Congratulations," he replied with bowed his head.

"Come come," Agamemnon said another hand waved at a servant. "Bath and rest and tonight we shall celebrate."

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"Now remember everything you've learnt on training," Jasper ordered as he held the reins of his chariot horses tightly, looking back at his army of soldiers. "And never go for the obvious kill that is what they will be expecting."

Jasper waited for his command then led his troops into a brutal battle, killing every man who stepped in his path. He fought through the throng of battling soldiers to get to the god-like general who was wielding a hammer smashing through his soldiers as though they were no more than match sticks. The general saw him approach and swung at him, which Jasper easily dodged twisting his body under the hammer's path and striking his sword into the giant man's thick neck. The man fell instantly like a stone to the astonishment of all the soldiers surrounding them, who stopped immediately in shock.

"He's dead!" exclaimed an excited member of Jasper's army. "Your leader is dead. We are victorious!"

Jasper's army started cheering as their opponents immediately surrendered, the desire to fight vanishing with their ruler's demise. Jasper sighed grimly, pleased at least that some lives had been spared. He was lifted and carried by his men through the crowd back towards their leader, who stood in a covered chariot shaded from the sun.

The men guarding it stepped aside as Jasper was lowered to the ground and Queen Maria held out a slender arm decorated with gold bangles and fine rings. Her black eyes sparkled with pleasure as Jasper bowed deeply kissing her hand. "Very impressive my Jasper, another territory conquered," she purred. "I'm so pleased you have been of great use."

"Anything for you, your majesty," he answered, looking deep in her eyes.

She grinned. "I know."

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Emmett and Edward sat beside the King in the feast hall, drinking wine and watching dancers perform for their ruler. The Spartans were known for the grandeur and over the top style of living, and they lived up to their reputation. The feast had been grand, their rooms were impressive and there appeared to be servants everywhere, more than Emmett had seen despite growing up in a palace of his own. He was growing more and more interested in a raven haired serving girl with a deep tan and wide smile who continued to bring him wine and plates of fruit. She was attempting to seduce him, he'd been in this situation many times before and he knew the signs. He was pleased that while Edward was focusing on diplomacy Emmett was free to enjoy the fruits of their labour.

"Prince Royce," an announcer said loudly over the noise of the noblemen and women talking and laughing.

A tall slender man with dark hair walked proudly through the crowd to his father. "Forgive my late arrival, I had urgent business," he explained kissing his father's ring as he approached before taking the throne beside Emmett. "It is a pleasure to welcome you to Sparta on such an important night, Princes of Troy."

"We are enjoying your hospitality immensely," Prince Edward replied warmly.

Royce had cold blue eyes and had a look of malice which Emmett immediately disliked. "I'm glad, as I'm certain tonight will be one you will not forget, we have quite the treat in store."

"Treat, Prince Royce?" Emmett asked curiously.

"My latest acquisition," Royce explained.

"The reason behind our invasion of Mycera," Agamemnon said proudly. "You see Princes; the mark of a man is his ability to get what he desires. When my son wants something he will stop at nothing to achieve it."

"Was Mycera a country you were anxious to acquire, Royce?" Edward asked Royce. The brothers had been under the strict warning from their father to conceal any disapproval of the Spartans, including their warmongering.

"Not exactly," Royce said with a malicious grin. "But rather something in Mycera took my interest, never before have I been so compelled to own something. For when I first saw it I knew it was a product of the gods."

"I'm incredibly intrigued," Emmett said leaning toward Royce, masking his dislike and displaying his natural charm. "What could Mycera possibly have that is such a prize?"

"MY LORDS, MY COUNCIL, MY FRIENDS," boomed King Agamemnon over the noise which immediately came to a halt as the King spoke, everyone in the room still to focus on him, servants scurried behind pillars into the shadows.

"Yesterday won Sparta a great victory; the gods have favored me with the rule of everything I come to conquer." King Agamemnon said, his voice carrying throughout the room. "And today, Mycera is mine!" The room cheered and men raised their glasses to their King. Edward and Emmett followed suit, before pouring some wine out for the gods.

"Many of my council voted against me in this matter, they did not think war against Mycera was a worthy task. They believed our trade was so profitable that we need not bother ourselves with a country that is already in alliance. But I say no country is too small or too large for the Spartans to make their own." King Agamemnon's tone was aggressive and Emmett wondered if this was a perhaps a warning to the Trojans.

"My council members wanted to know that their Prince's choice was worth the sacrifice of our soldiers, I think it is only fair that we justify ourselves." The King smiled. "So if my victory wasn't enough to satisfy my advisors, Royce has decided to prove his prize was worth the fight."

Royce grinned as well in a manner that made Emmett nervous. The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension and Emmett suspected something sinister was soon to be revealed. He glanced at Edward and saw his brother was feeling a similar way but was attempting to hide it to those who did not know him as well.

The wooden doors of the hall opened and the room turned to look in the direction of the doors. From their position on the thrones on the raised platform of the room, the royals could easily see through the door at what was entering the room. Emmett watched in shock as a tall woman walked into the room, golden blonde hair and pale skin then glowed in the candlelight. The woman was completely naked with the most exquisite figure Emmett had ever seen in his vast experience. She had flawless skin, full breasts, a small waist and full hips that made his throat tighten. Every man's eye was on her and the room was silent but for the sound of her bare feet on the stone floor. When she was close enough for Emmett to see her face, he saw beautiful dark blue eyes that were bright with terror. He felt sick to his stomach as soon as he saw her completely. He'd never seen a woman looked so terrified. She was visibly shaking but walked slowly with her head held high as she walked into the centre of the room and stopped in front of the thrones.

"You laughed at me," Royce boomed startling most of those in the room. "But tell me now this is not a product of the gods." He stood and looked over her body slowly.

Emmett saw Edward was deliberately looking away from her and felt a sense of brotherly pride, but Emmett kept his eyes fixated on her face unable to look away from her beautiful features. As though sensing him, for the first time she stopped staring in front of her and looked back at him. He'd never felt such revulsion before, he had to grip his seat to stop him from taking hold of her and carrying her out of the room. She was so scared as she looked back at him, he saw her eyes getting moist as her breathing was becoming heavier with the effort to remain composed.

Royce laughed and clicked his fingers in her direction and she looked at him, determination and hatred now her expression as she turned away from Emmett and walked out the room in the same slow pace she had walked into it.

"She is Princess Rosalie of Mycera," Royce said to Emmett as he sat back down. "I saw her at a festival and knew I had to have her. She's so beautiful, the perfect trophy for my collection."

Emmett swelled with anger and he felt his brother's hand on his arm briefly, the smallest sign of support while also a warning. Edward could sense his anger obviously and was warning him to remain composed. "Unfortunately her family wasn't cooperative and had to be killed, every last one of them to make sure she learns obedience."

"She had a fire within her," Royce said. "She's strong, which is perfect as I crave a challenge. But she's so beautiful I might have to marry her, she's a Princess after all and I want any children she bears to be legitimate."

Emmett felt the contents rising in his stomach and he took a large mouthful of wine to calm himself down. "How old is she?" he asked.

"Eighteen, the prime of life," Royce answered.

"Was she married?" Emmett questions were short as he couldn't control his voice for long.

"Gods no, I would never fight a battle over any woman unless she was virginal. Have you ever seen a purer creature in your life?"

"No," Emmett answered shortly. "I haven't."