"Get in there, you filthy little Greek whore." The guardsmen threw Selene into the empty jail cell. She grabbed her shoulder in pain as it slammed against the stone wall. She still couldn't cope that she had been taken by the Trojans. Her fighting skills matched that of Achilles and still they managed to kidnap her among the fight.
Selene was the only female fighting with the Greeks against the Trojans. "All to save that stupid whore, Helen," she said to herself in the all too eerie silence of the Trojan prison. Actually, Agamemnon came here for political reasons. Selene had not gotten the full story though. And Menelaus of course came here to get back his wife. "But now he's dead," she said. It echoed down the empty corridor. She heard snickering not too far off. Straightening, she asked, "Who is there?" he snickering continued but was cut off shortly by a ragged cough. "A fellow inmate," they had said. It was a man. And the way his voice sounded, told Selene that it was an old man. "What business do you have listening to my conversation?" she asked ruefully, sitting back against the cold wall and crossing her arms. "Well, you honestly don't have such a quiet voice," the man said clearing his throat. "I heard of Menelaus' death by Prince Hector." "Yes, because of that 'fighter' you call a prince," she said. "A peacock if you ask me." The man laughed and coughed again. "Silence!" shouted the guardsmen. Selene hadn't realized that there was one in the room. The man didn't speak to her after that. Slowly, to her dissatisfaction, Selene fell asleep.
Adonis woke to the sound of birds chirping. As he opened his big brown eyes, the sun blinded him. He quickly covered his eyes with his left arm as he got out of bed. There was a dead silence in his room. "A little too quiet," he said to himself. Then there came a rushing of feet from the corridor outside his room. Carefully, he walked over to it and opened it. There were soldiers running this way and that getting ready for their next fight with the Greeks. He sighed and made to close his door. But someone forced it open. That someone was his eldest brother, Hector. His was in his battle clothes and looked hurried. "Good morning, Adonis," he said breathlessly. "Same to you, Hector," Adonis replied. "Sorry for not coming earlier, but there is something I need you to take care of," Hector said. "What may that be?" "There is a Greek prisoner down in the dungeons. I want you to go visit him. I haven't had time to see myself." Adonis nodded. "Sure, brother. And may the Gods be with you during your battle." "Thank you." And with that, Hector walked out of Adonis' room.
He walked down to the dungeons after his breakfast. He didn't know what Hector wanted him to do. Adonis saw the guardsmen leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, and his eyes drifting asleep. Adonis cleared his throat. The young officer jerked awake and stood straight. He saluted once he saw Adonis. "Good morning, Prince Adonis," he said quickly. He seemed embarrassed to be seen sleeping on the job. "Good morning," Adonis replied. "My brother sent me down here to see a prisoner? A Geek?" "Ah, yes," the guardsmen said. His tension seemed to lighten at the mention of the prisoner. "Follow me." The guardsmen led Adonis down the corridor and passed many jail cells. "You want to be careful with this one," the guardsmen said over his shoulder. "She's got quite a temper." "She?" Adonis asked. "My brother said it was a man." "Well, that's what you would think when you take prisoners from a battle," said the guardsmen, "but we were quite surprised when we captured her."
They had reached the middle cell. "Here she is," said the guardsmen stepping back and letting Adonis take a look inside it. And sure enough, there was a woman sitting in the golden sunlight. She was unlike any woman Adonis saw. Her thick, long, black hair wrapped around her shoulders and beads of sweat were collecting on her forehead. She was in battle armor. Quite unusual. She wore a short battle skirt that showed her beautiful outer thighs and a breast plate that accentuated her breasts. She had no shoes. But the woman had probably sensed his presence for her head jerked up and looked straight at him. She had big black eyes. "Who are you?" she said firmly. And, my, what audacity! Adonis nodded to the guardsmen so that he could have privacy. Once there was no one in sight, Adonis spoke. "I am Prince Adonis." She scoffed. "I didn't know there were three brats." Apparently, she was cross about the whole situation. "What is your name?" Adonis asked. She looked hard at him. "Selene," she said. He was surprised. He thought she would have spit in his face.
This Adonis was quite to look at. His curly brown hair matched that of Paris' and his eyes looked like deep pools of chocolate. His body seemed firm and muscular from the little peeks of skin she saw that weren't covered by clothing. "My brother, Hector, told me to come down here to see you," he said. And his voice was velvety soft. But no matter how attractive he looked, Selene still hated him. He was a Trojan. "Are you hungry?" he asked. Selene looked at him. Why was he being so polite? Maybe he wanted something? "No," she said sternly, looking away. "At least let me get you some clothes," he insisted. "You seem awfully cold." And he wasn't lying. Selene was freezing. The nights in Troy were cold. "Alright," Selene said reluctantly. But Adonis didn't leave. He looked around as if to see no one was watching. "Sorry for being rash and not a gentleman but," he whispered to her, "I don't think it's right to hold a woman prisoner. I was wondering if you were able to come up to the palace to wash up and have something to eat." A smile played across Selene's lips but she made no movement. "Aren't you afraid they might impale you if they see you with a Greek?" she asked. "Hector is away fighting and Paris and I aren't that good of brothers." "Or he's probably busy with Helen," Selene said under her breath. But Adonis must have heard for he chuckled. "Or that," he said smiling. Selene felt her heart tug. His smile. How innocent. There was silence between them before Selene spoke. "Okay," she said. Adonis took a key out of his pocket and unlocked the prison door.