Disclaimer – I don't own Troy. But who does? (This is based off the book,
so perhaps Homer owns it, but I haven't read Troy so...)
Sorry if this doesn't go like history, I'm kind of tweaking things for my own purpose!
Ametreus stood upon her balcony overlooking the sparkling sea. She closed her eyes, letting the wind push against her face. 'This is Troy. This is my beloved home' She thought in content. Her father was kind to her, he loved and valued her above all else. This was why, at 18, she was not married. He wanted to find a suitor who would truly made her happy and love her. Her eyes opened as a gull cried above her. Another sight greeted her. White sails, coming into port. Her heart leapt. Paris! She had known Paris, Youngest Prince of Troy, since they were both five years old. They had been playmates until age twelve, and had been friends who joked around since then. He was her friend, her confidant. But there was one secret she hadn't told him. She loved him as more than just a friend. Ametreus needed no other sight. Paris was home now! Home from Sparta across the Aegean Sea. She ran inside, forgetting to be a lady.
"Mother! Father! Paris is back! I'm going to meet him!" She called, running for the door.
"Ametreus, your parasol! Take it with you!" Her mother called after her. As an afterthought, Ametreus picked up her parasol and hurried outside towards the docks. There was a great crowd gathered around the docks. Ametreus pushed her way to the front. A nice cool wind blew over the crowd, and Ametreus held firmly to the parasol. After what seemed like ages, the ships reached land. There was a flash of blue and gold, and Ametreus knew it as Paris. She slipped over to where his boat was unloading.
"Paris!" She called, throwing down the parasol. He turned to see her and smiled, his white teeth flashing in the streaming sunlight.
"Ametreus!" She ran up and hugged him and then backed away, picking up the parasol again. He clasped her hand.
"I'm glad you're home, Paris. What happened?" She asked. Paris smiled.
"Secrets, I'm afraid." Suddenly, someone interrupted the reunion.
"Paris, could you help me?" Someone asked. Who else called him by his first name? Paris turned to help a woman out of the boat, extending his hand to help her onto shore. The woman wore half of a mesh veil, covering from her nose down to her neck. She wore a light blue dress, and her honey colored blonde hair was piled on her head, leaving a few tendrils falling down. Paris's smile grew as he turned to this new woman.
"Paris, won't you introduce me to your friend?" She asked coyly. Ametreus took her hand back, puzzled. Who was this woman?
"Forgive me, milady. This is my close friend Ametreus. Ametreus, this is lady Helen, a visitor from Sparta. She wished to travel, and we agreed to bring her." Helen quickly hugged Ametreus and then laughed. She smelled like the sea and the wind, and her laugh was both gentle and free. Paris smiled and squeezed Helen's hand. Ametreus stood stiffly, and somehow managed to smile.
"Welcome to Troy, a great city indeed." Helen's eyes wandered around, looking at the city and the sea and the people.
"Truly, it is." Ametreus's heart gave a painful wrench. She saw the shine in Paris's eyes as he looked at Helen.
"I...I must be going. My, my father, he wants my help."
"What does he need?"
"I...I don't know. I just know he needs me. Good day." Ametreus hurried away to soothe her spinning head and shuddering heart. She stepped inside her house and headed up the stairs.
"Ametreus? Is that you?" Her mother called.
"Yes Mother."
"Odd. I would've expected you and Paris to spend the day in the courtyard, as usual."
"The Prince was busy, Mother." Ametreus said tiredly. Yes, he was busy. With someone else.
Sorry if this doesn't go like history, I'm kind of tweaking things for my own purpose!
Ametreus stood upon her balcony overlooking the sparkling sea. She closed her eyes, letting the wind push against her face. 'This is Troy. This is my beloved home' She thought in content. Her father was kind to her, he loved and valued her above all else. This was why, at 18, she was not married. He wanted to find a suitor who would truly made her happy and love her. Her eyes opened as a gull cried above her. Another sight greeted her. White sails, coming into port. Her heart leapt. Paris! She had known Paris, Youngest Prince of Troy, since they were both five years old. They had been playmates until age twelve, and had been friends who joked around since then. He was her friend, her confidant. But there was one secret she hadn't told him. She loved him as more than just a friend. Ametreus needed no other sight. Paris was home now! Home from Sparta across the Aegean Sea. She ran inside, forgetting to be a lady.
"Mother! Father! Paris is back! I'm going to meet him!" She called, running for the door.
"Ametreus, your parasol! Take it with you!" Her mother called after her. As an afterthought, Ametreus picked up her parasol and hurried outside towards the docks. There was a great crowd gathered around the docks. Ametreus pushed her way to the front. A nice cool wind blew over the crowd, and Ametreus held firmly to the parasol. After what seemed like ages, the ships reached land. There was a flash of blue and gold, and Ametreus knew it as Paris. She slipped over to where his boat was unloading.
"Paris!" She called, throwing down the parasol. He turned to see her and smiled, his white teeth flashing in the streaming sunlight.
"Ametreus!" She ran up and hugged him and then backed away, picking up the parasol again. He clasped her hand.
"I'm glad you're home, Paris. What happened?" She asked. Paris smiled.
"Secrets, I'm afraid." Suddenly, someone interrupted the reunion.
"Paris, could you help me?" Someone asked. Who else called him by his first name? Paris turned to help a woman out of the boat, extending his hand to help her onto shore. The woman wore half of a mesh veil, covering from her nose down to her neck. She wore a light blue dress, and her honey colored blonde hair was piled on her head, leaving a few tendrils falling down. Paris's smile grew as he turned to this new woman.
"Paris, won't you introduce me to your friend?" She asked coyly. Ametreus took her hand back, puzzled. Who was this woman?
"Forgive me, milady. This is my close friend Ametreus. Ametreus, this is lady Helen, a visitor from Sparta. She wished to travel, and we agreed to bring her." Helen quickly hugged Ametreus and then laughed. She smelled like the sea and the wind, and her laugh was both gentle and free. Paris smiled and squeezed Helen's hand. Ametreus stood stiffly, and somehow managed to smile.
"Welcome to Troy, a great city indeed." Helen's eyes wandered around, looking at the city and the sea and the people.
"Truly, it is." Ametreus's heart gave a painful wrench. She saw the shine in Paris's eyes as he looked at Helen.
"I...I must be going. My, my father, he wants my help."
"What does he need?"
"I...I don't know. I just know he needs me. Good day." Ametreus hurried away to soothe her spinning head and shuddering heart. She stepped inside her house and headed up the stairs.
"Ametreus? Is that you?" Her mother called.
"Yes Mother."
"Odd. I would've expected you and Paris to spend the day in the courtyard, as usual."
"The Prince was busy, Mother." Ametreus said tiredly. Yes, he was busy. With someone else.