A/N: An attempt at writing a fan fiction of the movie Troy.
It seems that once a man grows tired of a woman he goes off to another. Even if it is your wife you are leaving behind in the ashes of her broken heart and the love you throw away. I am a no one; dust. The pieces of my soul are mixed with the sand on the sea, I can see from my window.
What did I do wrong? When did you stop loving me? "Paris." Your name is still fresh on my lips. I was your love, your companion, your friend, your wife. I was the one who help you face the lost of your mother, the friends you lost in battles, I had been there, not your precious Helen of Sparta, or is now known as Helen of Troy. I am or was Epaphroditos of Troy, but you called me Epa. I had been Princess of Troy, but you stripped that title away from me just like your heart and offered it instead to Helen.
Why her? What is so great about her? Yes, she is beautiful, but I would not say that no one could compare to her beauty. Is it her golden hair that you love so much? Is it her eyes that mesmerize you? You used to say I was a Goddess, but you abandon me like the dogs I see on the street for a girl who had tried to run away last night. I wish I can say I hate her, but I have no right, for I don't know her. I've tried to stay strong and smile like nothing is wrong in front of your own family. Your own brother has come to check on me since your return, but have you, my husband, come to visit me?! No! You are too busy with Helen, making love to her during the night, letting her enjoy your body, when it should be me instead. Yes, I am jealous of her. She has you now, not me.
I knew what I was getting myself into when I accepted your proposal. Women have always loved you and you have always loved them back. That is why, my love, it took me so long to make my decision on marrying you. I took a risk and at first it had turn out good, but as the years have gone by, I am now starting to realize, you slowly were drifting away from me. I gave you all I could. I gave you the passion and love you so rightfully deserve, but what more do you want from me? I tried to give you an heir, a child that would love you and you would love back, but the will of the Gods would not give me the privilege to bare you children. I cried when you weren't looking. I cried because the look on your face that it was another miscarriage, hurt me so bad, my heart was bleeding. I wanted to give you something that would show what our love has created. I cry now, every night as I imagine you touching her, loving her.
I had begged and begged for you not go and leave me here alone, while you were away in Sparta. I prayed to the Gods that you would stay with me, but the Gods denied me that wish just like the wish of having a healthy child. I knew of Helen of Sparta. I was seventeen when I heard of a young girl name Helen who was going to Greece, to marry Menelaus. And when Hector, sadly told me about the many nights you spent in bed with her, I wanted to die. I should have known this would happen. No man has ever been able to resist her or her beauty. Hector had to catch me before I fainted. I couldn't think, I couldn't breathe, for I had lost you; to another woman.
I watched you today. I watched as you showed your love for her by daring Menelaus to a battle between the two of you. You have proven your love for her already. You risked being killed by letting her come with you back to Troy. You have started a war that will be put down in history and will never be forgotten. All of it was for her. I had listened to your conversation with your father; the way you described your love for her. I wanted to scream and pierce the sword your father had given to you, into your heart. After you left to go make love once again to Helen, your father found me on my knees, crying. His eyes showed sadness and pity. He had said, "Fallen goddess you do not deserve any of this." I tried to speak, but no words came out. He then left. I couldn't believe his words. I thought I did deserve this, all because I let you go without fighting with all the will I knew I had, and never giving you a child that you clearly wanted so badly.
Today I had pitied you. You had tried to fight a better swordsman, but were defeated and had a knife go deep into your leg. I watched as you scrambled to your brother, inch by inch dishonoring not only your family, but all of Troy. I wanted to help you. I wanted to take that sword and plunge it into both of the kings' hearts as they laughed at you, but no soldier would have ever opened the gates for me. So I watched with the rest of the royal family. Helen smiled at me, not knowing that I was your wife that you left behind for her. Your father was about to introduce me as your wife, when he saw the way I looked at him. He instead said that I was your half sister. No one dared to correct him, for they all knew of the scandal you were creating. He might as well have said I was a distant cousin for what I am to you, now? I thought I was your wife, the one person you would love forever, but I guess that it is some childish wish I should give up on.
I do not know what will become of Troy. If this is the downfall then let it be. I don't care anymore. Life does not have purpose now. You were my purpose, you were my life, you were my air, and you were my love. I am a forgotten wife like so many others, a faded memory, a ghost, another woman who was part of your past. I hope that somehow you will remember me, but I do not expect it of you; how could you anyways? Helen is here, the Spartans, your life was almost taken. How could you be able to remember something not worth remembering? Though I want many things, I know I will never have it. I was once your wife and Princess of Troy and that had meant the world to me. I had a glimpse of your love and passion, but everything has to die sooner or later. I was Epaphroditos. Your sweet little Epa as you would call me. Now I am no one. I am just another woman; a forgotten princess, a forgotten wife.