Forlorn Ever After
Chapter 2: The Arbor of My Childhood
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I was terrified to leave my home and give up my freedom and become the property to the future King of Troy. I never dreamed of a "forced" marriage, but of consuming love; but royalty had the curse of kingdoms united and arranged marriages. I said nothing to him the whole night, after all what do you say to the lord who has just stolen your freedom. "Father I wish to retire early tonight", I was trying my hardest to hold back my tears. Then Hector looked at me, his intense russet eyes curious with concern for me, looked towards my father and asked if he could walk me back to my chambers. "Sir, I said to him, you have the nerve to ask my own father if you can walk me to my bedroom, for your information, my lord, I know where my own room is, I have lived here for seventeen wonderful years, you think you can come with bridal gifs untold and buy me." At that I ran off and could no longer hold in my tears and fears.
The next morning my father had apologized for my behavior and said that he and my mother would be bringing me and a couple of weeks. After Lord Hector left my father spoke no words to me, I knew he was livid. Latter that evening, Cleis came into my room to help me pack. "Andromache, your father wishes a word with you, she said."
"Andromache, your behavior was atrocious, you are no longer a child and Hector is a good man." It is time for your union of marriage and it is a sense of security for your future." I had tears in my eyes and could not understand how my father could give me up. "Father, I'm not just another treaty," I said in a small voice. "Oh my dear, I have great expectations for you." You are a strong and wise person, one day you will make a great queen." I was terribly hurt that I had angered my father. My brothers were my father's legacy but I was truly his joy and the apple of his eye." "Troy's not ready for a queen like me, I'm terrified." "My dear, fortunately Prince Hector is a very rational and understanding man and agreed it best that your mother and I bring you to Troy." "He said that?" I was shocked, I had wanted to hate Prince Hector, and I was confused by his understanding and compassion for me.
One week latter, I watched the arbor of my childhood fade way forever. Secretly I somehow knew that war and destruction would claim Thebes, political tensions had already been building with Greece; but I chose to remember it as the sacred haven it had been.