Hello, Fans, Friends, and New faces!! Welcome to my newest contribution to the world of literature, Cousin Dearest ! This has been a long time in the making, and the updates might be slightly slower than my usual readers are used to. (sorry, Queen Arwen, School sucks. What can I say.)
Disclaimers: I don't own anything of Troy, and even if I could, Rebecca Gleeson already owns the best thing about that movie. And If I were her, I wouldn't give it up in a hurry.
Okay, so without further ado, Cousin Dearest! Prologue first, as usual! Keep in mind as you read this that there wil be no Achilles- this is a flash forward, so to speak. And I won't tell you who "wrote" it, but I'll give you a hint- I love him so much, I wish he was mine. Except for that whole "dying" part. Heh.
Anywho.
Here we go, and enjoy the story!
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I have always been known for being a careful man. I have never left a detail out of my battle plan, never forgotten or misplaced a single soldier, even in the chaos of war. And I have never, ever, in all the years I have lived, forgotten someone I loved.
Until today.
How could I have not remembered she was in the temple?
I know the answer. There were Greeks, there was war. I was too focused on Troy, too focused on my men. I was so intent on keeping the men safe, keeping the Greeks away, she simply fell from my mind in the haze of it all.
And now she is in their hands.
I turn, slamming my hands against the wall on my way to Paris. Chips of stone fly in tiny pieces about my hand as my knuckles begin to bleed and scratches appear in giant streaks on my palm.
How could I have not remembered she was in the temple?!?
How could I? What kind of a man have I become?
I promised her, I promised her from the moment I laid eyes on her that I would protect her. I promised that I would never let any harm come to her.
What kind of a man am I? What have I become? How could I have lost her, her of all people?
And what if that man... if that man has her...
I will never forgive myself. Ever. Not so long as I live.
If that man has her... I can only imagine what he would do to her.
Briseis... Little swan... what has become of you? What have I done?
