Priam:
I am Priam, king of Troy. How shall I be remembered by the ages? By this insufferable war that has lasted nearly a decade? Or by my fifty sons and fifty daughters that fill the palace that I grew up in. How does a man keep them all straight? With one hundred of them and their spouses and children. I am an old man, now. Weary with age and ware. I just want to be learn the names of my children. Why do I sit endless days on this roof starring across at endless campfires and Greek sails. I know the names of my enemy better then I know the names of my kin.
"Rest, Father." I hear the command and turn to find a daughter most familiar to me. Polyxena. Youngest of my daughters and born from my dearest Hecuba. She is my comfort as my bones turn fragile and my heart weak.
She's lovely, this daughter of mine just on the cusp of maidenhood. Who would have thought that I could produce such a beautiful maiden. She's got eyes that will drive the boys crazy. Dark and captivating surrounded by thick dark lashes. I just hope she lives to make the boys come calling her name. I want her to grow old and have her own beautiful daughters. I want this war to end.
"I'm serious, Father!" She puts a hand on her hip and the other reaches out for me. She's as strong willed as her brother Hector and just as sweet.
How can I help not giving her a hand and following her direction. I do anything for the sweetest of my daughters, she just wants to take care of her family. She's cared for us since the beginning of this war and will until the end. I hope.
