Andromache, my love::hector, my love ch.2

***Two week later***

"Andy?" the curtains to her rooms opened as her brother came in, using her nickname, Andy.

"Scandalous! Brother, what brings you here?"

"I couldn't go to sleep thinking that my baby sister would be off tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" I asked in frustration. Tomorrow?

"You..You do not know?"

"Scan…what do you mean by tomorrow?"

"Prince Hector informed the whole Theban court yesterday he would be taking you tomorrow."

"Oh," Andromache lowered her head. Something blurred her vision.

"Andy?"

"Hmm?" she dared not lifted her head. I mustn't cry. I cannot show tears, I cannot show tears. I cannot—her thoughts were cut short as her head was tilted up. Scandalous cupped her cheeks.

"Look me in the eyes, Andy. Don't cry." My tears fell freely. Her 3rd brother, her best friend, even going over her maids, Xanthe and Padme, held her close and squeezed every few seconds. She sobbed into his chest.

"Don't let me go with him, scan. Don't let him take Me." she looked up as his eyes, the brightest 'she'd ever seen, were filled with a clear liquid. Two rolled down his face.

ANDROMACHE'S POV

The night was getting dark. Still my feet had not carried my body to my warm room, nor have I eaten at all that night. My body did not move since scan left. It continued to look down at thebe from the balconies. I watched thebe in night lights. How beautiful it was, the country. And I watched for the last time.

"Andromache!" it was his voice. I turned sharply to find him behind me.

"Prince Hector." I nodded formally, not wanting my peace to get ruined by this Trojan prince.

"Please, call me hector, Andromache." He said, in a warm tone. I snorted inwardly. As if!

"To what do I owe the honor of your company, PRINCE HECTOR?" he sighed.

"Andromache, we leave tomorrow. I will show you to my people, my country,"

"And if that is all," I said, cutting him short. "Leave me be!" I almost shouted at him. His gentle smile did not face. Not once. My tears feel again, rolling and falling into my thebe…will I ever see this place ever again?

The morning came. Ships loaded, men busing around woke me up. I never liked to wake up early in the morning, of course, but I did so today, if I could spend even a second more with my thebe.

Padme and Xanthe bustled around, and set up my beauty preparations. I sighed. I didn't want my lips painted red, or me in my best chiton. What use are beautiful colors on a dreary day such as one like today? What use is fine jewelry if I may not ever get to see my family again?

I strolled to my ivory colored balcony again, like yesterday. I breathed in Theban air, capturing every single thing of my own land. I never wanted to forget.

"Father," my farewells were brief. In the Trojan's eyes, they were eternal. In my eyes, they were brief, too short. No time in the world would ever satisfy me. However the princes waited for me. For that I was grateful.

"Andromache, my joy. Hector is a good man. Remember what I have though you. I have thought you no less than any of my sons. May Pallas Athene watch over you as Lady Aphrodite, Lord Zeus, or Lady Hera has done." I nodded.

"Mother,"

"Andromache. You were the most beautiful child I had ever seen. Thank you for that, dear. Promise me that you will smile."

"I will. I promise."I said, choking back tears. I said farewell to everyone but scandalous.

"Andy."

"Scan."

"Andy. I love you, and will never stop loving you. Think of me. And tell those princes over there of OUR STORIES. How we were happy." By then, I had tears streaking my face.

"I will, brother." He kissed me briefly, and then nodded to hector. Hector grasped my hand lightly as he led me to the boat. My people had come on shore to see e off. They waved, cheered, yelled. I was proud to be their princess; proud to be their Andromache. I kept looking back, at my city. My thebe and my family.