Chapter 1-Ithaca
"I am glad that we could come to an agreement," Odysseus said, shaking hands with with Prince Hector of Troy, then moved down to shake hands with his brother, Prince Paris.
"Our father will be happy that we could reach an agreement," Hector said. "This will benefit both of our countries, I'm sure. My father has long desired an agreement with Ithaca."
"And my father with Troy. It is unfortunate that he did not live to see it," Odysseus said. "But come, no talk of such sad things. This is a time for celebrations, not mourning," he raised his cup of wine. "To Troy!"
"To Ithaca!" Hector and Paris responded as they raised their cups to him and drank.
"Now for something more interesting than politics," Odysseus clapped his hands and the musicians started playing. About twenty girls dressed in blue and covered in beads and clanging jewelry came twirling out of a small room to the side of the dining hall. They danced in the center of the room, shooting sultry glances at the men in the room as they went. The men responded with wolf whistles and bawdy words- though many of their wives were in the room. Odysseus came over to him.
"That one," he said, pointing to a tall blonde girl, dancing with confidence in the center. She shot smiles to several of the men in the room- obviously they had enjoyed her company. "She's a tigress- I thought you might enjoy her company for the remaining evenings you're here. The girl stared at him openly, not even trying to be coy. "Her name's Lalita."
"She who plays?" Hector said, translating the name.
"And her name tells no lie," Odysseus said.
"Maybe she would be better suited for my brother," Hector said. What he didn't say was that he had no interest. He wasn't too interested in having a tryst, though he did enjoy having one every so often like every other man, on a trip that was meant solely for business- not pleasure. At least not with a girl that had obviously been with every man and boy in the village.
"Are you sure?" Odysseus asked. "She's....something."
"I think her habits are better suited to Paris," Hector repeated.
"Then which one would you like?" Hector inwardly sighed. He wished he did not have to choose a girl, but Odysseus did go through the trouble to hire the girls and he knew what a hard bargain the slave holders drove for just a night of services from his girls. It would be almost an insult to Odysseus not to take a girl. At least if anything, he could talk to her and drown out whatever noises were coming from Paris' bedchamber, as he had already chosen his two for the night.
"I'll take her," he said, pointing to a small girl, dancing a few feet from the blonde. She kept missing steps, and had to watch the other girls to remember what to do next.
"Rimona?" Odysseus asked, shocked. "I don't think you would want to be doing that."
"Why not?" Hector asked. "I prefer girls that are more...fresh."
"I have heard of your intelligence, but you may want to take my advice. Her name may mean pomegranate but there is nothing...arousing...about her. You'll be wanting a more experienced girl."
"What did you say her name was? Rimona? She'll do just fine."
Hector walked up to her, took her hand and led her back do his bedchamber.
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-A/N- This is a challenge fic, so never mind the Mary-Sue-ness. I just posted it for opinions. There may be more to come in a few weeks, so keep a weather-eye out. This is me leaving- this is me leaving.
"I am glad that we could come to an agreement," Odysseus said, shaking hands with with Prince Hector of Troy, then moved down to shake hands with his brother, Prince Paris.
"Our father will be happy that we could reach an agreement," Hector said. "This will benefit both of our countries, I'm sure. My father has long desired an agreement with Ithaca."
"And my father with Troy. It is unfortunate that he did not live to see it," Odysseus said. "But come, no talk of such sad things. This is a time for celebrations, not mourning," he raised his cup of wine. "To Troy!"
"To Ithaca!" Hector and Paris responded as they raised their cups to him and drank.
"Now for something more interesting than politics," Odysseus clapped his hands and the musicians started playing. About twenty girls dressed in blue and covered in beads and clanging jewelry came twirling out of a small room to the side of the dining hall. They danced in the center of the room, shooting sultry glances at the men in the room as they went. The men responded with wolf whistles and bawdy words- though many of their wives were in the room. Odysseus came over to him.
"That one," he said, pointing to a tall blonde girl, dancing with confidence in the center. She shot smiles to several of the men in the room- obviously they had enjoyed her company. "She's a tigress- I thought you might enjoy her company for the remaining evenings you're here. The girl stared at him openly, not even trying to be coy. "Her name's Lalita."
"She who plays?" Hector said, translating the name.
"And her name tells no lie," Odysseus said.
"Maybe she would be better suited for my brother," Hector said. What he didn't say was that he had no interest. He wasn't too interested in having a tryst, though he did enjoy having one every so often like every other man, on a trip that was meant solely for business- not pleasure. At least not with a girl that had obviously been with every man and boy in the village.
"Are you sure?" Odysseus asked. "She's....something."
"I think her habits are better suited to Paris," Hector repeated.
"Then which one would you like?" Hector inwardly sighed. He wished he did not have to choose a girl, but Odysseus did go through the trouble to hire the girls and he knew what a hard bargain the slave holders drove for just a night of services from his girls. It would be almost an insult to Odysseus not to take a girl. At least if anything, he could talk to her and drown out whatever noises were coming from Paris' bedchamber, as he had already chosen his two for the night.
"I'll take her," he said, pointing to a small girl, dancing a few feet from the blonde. She kept missing steps, and had to watch the other girls to remember what to do next.
"Rimona?" Odysseus asked, shocked. "I don't think you would want to be doing that."
"Why not?" Hector asked. "I prefer girls that are more...fresh."
"I have heard of your intelligence, but you may want to take my advice. Her name may mean pomegranate but there is nothing...arousing...about her. You'll be wanting a more experienced girl."
"What did you say her name was? Rimona? She'll do just fine."
Hector walked up to her, took her hand and led her back do his bedchamber.
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-A/N- This is a challenge fic, so never mind the Mary-Sue-ness. I just posted it for opinions. There may be more to come in a few weeks, so keep a weather-eye out. This is me leaving- this is me leaving.