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A/n: hey hello there people who might be on the other side of the world! I am back with another story! from another different category, how adventurous I am lol! Anyway here it is and as always if you are going to say something bad don't say something like"MARY SUE!" or "excuse me while I throw up" etc. you get the idea! Anyways love you and remember to read and review!
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The Beautiful Secret of Troy
How beautiful the dawn sky was, dew setting over Troy. Silently, a young woman gazed out over a city that was in her grasp but only with the death of her family would it be hers. She closed her eyes and breathed in the moist air. She exhaled and smiled to herself. The view was all she could have.
"Your Highness, Princess Alena, you must get ready."
"yes I know, under the cover of darkness till the day of my marriage," she slowly turned to her maid " I suppose my scarf is waiting?" she joked.
She followed the maid into her chambers and threw the scarf round her head and face. They walked down through the palace and out into the empty streets of Troy. Escaping out of the walls and heading towards the temple of Apollo. Climbing slowly up the steps she bowed in front of the statue of Apollo. A man walked out from the temple and smiled.
"Alena, my beautiful daughter. A safe and unseen journey I hope."
"of course father, these early morning prayers are never noticed. Apparently no one wishes to pray for forgiveness this early in the morning!"
Her father laughed and they walked into the temple. All the priests were on their knees and chanting "long live King Priam!" Her cousin Briseis took her hands and started to bless her and pray for her. Then the sacrifices began.
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"You spend all your time staring out at the sea or praying for your brother's return!"
Andromache walked out onto the porch of Alena's room. Alena turned and smiled at her sister-in-law.
"They should have returned by now. They were due back a full sun ago. I hate to say it but I am worried and-"
"Dearest sister, you are going on about nothing. You should not worry about them. In fact let's make a toast to their safe return!"
Picking up the water goblets, the Princesses of Troy toasted the men in their life. Alena turned to Andromache,
"I hope that Paris does not do something foolish like he usually does!"
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Walking through the halls, she silently prayed and hoped. Her dear brothers still had not returned and the sun was far too hot for her to sit in the gardens and watch the horizon. Her pale face and blue eyes were too sensitive for Apollo's gift. She sat in her father's throne in the senate hall. She only wished she could do it one day where the throne would be hers. She closed her eyes and fell into a light sleep and dreamt of a time where women could rule, her father wished she had been a boy because of her quick wit and time she spent practising with a sword, except he frowned upon her being more skilled than Paris.
"ALENA! get off there! now, come quick!"
"What's the fault in me sitting in my father's chair, Briseis?" she cried leaping from the throne.
"No, I couldn't care less if you sat where you shouldn't. They're back! They're safe! They're home!"
Shrieking with excitement the two girls ran through the halls and stopped before the entrance hall. Briseis went ahead and greeted her cousins. She heard them laughing and desperately wanted to run to them. Leaning against a wall, she mentally prepared herself. It was so long since she had seen them, she had changed since their last meeting. She had shed her child figure and had grown up. Her hair was longer and she wondered if they had matured.
"Alena, what a lady-like stance!"
Looking up from the floor, she saw her brother Hector standing smiling at her, exactly the way she remembered him.
"Hector! Brother!" she ran across to him, throwing her arms around his neck " You're back and You're safe."
"step back so I can see you!" he said laughing as she daintily stepped back and slowly turned around "I can't believe father is hiding your beauty from the world!"
"Don't say that, you're making me blush!"
"And blushing clashes horribly with blonde hair." They turned to see Paris stood with his hand on his waist studying his younger sister. She resembled Helen. She ran to him and hugged him. She was less enthusiastic as Paris never usually had time for her.
"Sister, you certainly have grown up! I have something to show you."
Alena was shocked when a woman a good bit older than her but so very similar to herself, step into the room. She knew who she was immediately.
"Alena, this is Helen, Princess of Troy!"
They curtseyed to each other and Paris left with Helen. Alena turned to Hector.
"you are going to tell me everything including why a Spartan is now a Trojan!"
A/N: yup I know it was a slow chapter but I had to be descriptive and crap. Anyway, any ideas or good reviews let me know by clicking the button! you know you want to!