This story is about Andromache, the wife of Hektor and Princess of Troy. Her husband who has gone to Sparta with his brother Paris to make peace with the Spartan had left her with their child. She waits for Hektor to return. Also includes after the death of Hektor. Please give me reviews of what you think. I want to know whether or not to carry on the story.

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Andromache stirred in her sleep as she heard her baby cry. Her eyes flickered open as she threw the cover from her and she hurried across the stone floor running to the cot that sat at the bottom of her bed. She pulled the child away from its bed and brought him to her shoulder. She gently bounced him, but still he cried.

'Sshhh my child, do not cry' she gently kissed the child bear head. The cries subdued as she held him close to her body. 'Your father will be home soon my soon' she kissed the child's head again as she slowly lowered him back into the cot. She pulled the covers over the child and then returned to her own bed. She crawled under the covers and slowly closed her eyes. As soon as they closed she fell sleep and dreamed of Hektor, her husband.

A young Trojan maid who had come to take Andromache's child for a bath woke Andromache from her deep slumber. She moved her hands to her eyes and rubbed them gently before finally opening

'Ah Lucida' the maid bowed to Andromache as she took the child from its cot

'Good morning princess' Andromache smiled

'Please look after him, after you have bathed him please return to my room and put him back to bed' she let out a soft sigh 'He did not sleep well last night. Also I am going to the gardens so I need you to watch him till I return'

'Yes princess' the maid held the child against her chest as she left the room. Andromache slowly got out of her bed and looked around the room. She sat up and twisted so she sat on the edge of the bed, her feet touched the cold stone flooring as she stood. Making her way over to where her clothing lay she picked up her light blue and silver dress and pulled it over her head. She tied the blue strapping behind her head and slipped on her leather sandals. She let out a yawn as she brought her hand to mouth to stop it. She then went to her table and sat down. Her fingers slipped around the handle of the brush as she ran it through her long brown hair.

When she was ready she left her room, heading towards the gardens. She walked silently down the stone floor as she looked around. There was no one but her walking down the hallway. As she walked in silence her thoughts returned to Hektor, suddenly a voice pierced her thoughts. 'Andromache!' she turned to see Briseis running towards her. Her husband's cousin wrapped her arms around Andromache's waist as she smiled. Briseis moved back

'Has my uncle told you' Andromache shook her head

'No, but do tell' Briseis' smile spread from ear to ear

'I have chosen the virgin road, to be a priestess in Apollo's temple' Andromache smiled 'That's wonderful Briseis' she didn't look to her as her thoughts slipped away again to her husband.