My Darling Hector
As I write this letter, you are sound asleep, exhausted from our night of lovemaking. It is in these moments in which I find that I love you the most. It is in these moments wherein you are not the tamer of horses, warrior of the Sun god, but you are just Hector, my beloved husband. I love you so much than you would ever know, Hector.
In our early days together, when I fell in love with you, I could not imagine how I lived a life before I met you. Before you, Thebe was my world, my passion and my soul. Thebe was my love. But now that title belongs to you, you and our little boy Astynax
These past few years with you have been the best. You were always there when I needed you. When I was about to kill myself when my family was massacred, you were there. When I was alienating myself from the world after I lost our first child, you consoled me. For almost all my life you were there and I could not imagine life without you.
What would happen to me when the Fates have cut your thread? Too many times I asked myself this question, but I was always comforted when I saw the Trojan ships leading to our beaches, bearing the sails of victory. To me, you were invincible.
You claim this to be your last night with me but I cannot help but laugh a little. Too many times before you would go on those long military missions I always think that it would be my last night with you. But I was so used to your victories that I never entertained that thought since. Now the tables have turned, and you are, for the first time, the one who doubts your own strength.
If ever the gods decide to curse our love and take you away from my arms then I want to remember you like this: vulnerable, calm, at peace and full of love. I do not want to remember you as Hector, braved Prince of Troy, a man who wields a sword at his best.
So remains the eternal truth that I love you. I love you. I loved you when you promised me you would protect me forever, even though I was a bit skeptical then. I loved you when everyone cursed me for miscarrying our children but you never blamed me for it. I loved you when I gave birth to our little prince Astynax. . I loved you when I was just a mere princess of Thebe and I love you now as a grand princess of Troy. I loved you even when your army did not reach Thebe in time to rescue my family from the wrath of Achilles. I love you now as a woman fearing for her family's life in one of the world's most dangerous wars
I know, my beloved, that when all of this is over, we will be together again. We were always meant to me together. You are more than my match than I ever thought. Should tragedy befall Troy tomorrow and you are taken away from me, I know you will die with honor, and you will die loving me, as I will live my whole life loving you
Wait for me, Hector, at the gates of the underworld, where we will cross the Styx together and enjoy eternity in the Fields of Elysian. I love you.
Eternally Yours,
Andromache, Princess of Troy, daughter of Eetion, mother of Prince Astynax and wife of the majestic Hector