A Change In Action
By ChrissyKat
Disclaimer: Hey all. So sorry for making you wait for this chapter.It took alotof timeto churn this one out. I hope the worth will be worth it for you all.You know the drill by now of course. I don't own any of these characters except for the ones you don't recognize. Were back in Troy now, Briseis and Achilles were about to 'rest' lol, but Paris has shown up and now the confrontation continues. Read, Review and Enjoy
Chapter 9: Home But For A Moment
"Briseis, is it really you?" Paris walked further inside the dilapidated shanty. He could not fully see the small woman who had shouted his name.
Briseis moved into the bright light that was streaming in from behind her cousin, "Yes, Paris yes. It is me. Please tell them to let him go."
Paris was speechless at seeing his cousin before him. His eyes must be deceiving him, he was sure of it until she spoke. The days of worry, days of thinking they would never see her again all at an end. "Hector was right, you are alive." His hands clasped her shoulders to be sure she was real then he hugged her. Achilles presence did not even register nor did her pleas to have him released.
Another pair of hands grabbed Achilles arms and he glowered at there owner. "If you want to keep your hands you will take them off me." Several of the guards already lay dazed on the ground after he tossed them aside. If need be he would do more.
Briseis watched Achilles struggles while she hugged Paris. Pulling away from the embrace she shouted at the soldiers, "Release him; he has not come to fight you." When her order went unheeded the anger inside her bubbled to the surface, "Did you not hear me? Do as I say, let him go."
Paris grabbed her arm yanking her away from the guard, "Briseis what has gotten into you? This man killed our countrymen, destroyed the temple. For his crimes he must be taken prisoner. Why do you stand here protecting him as if he has done no wrong?" The happiness he had felt shifted to resentment. Had he not come to her rescue, saved her from this fiend?
Briseis ripped away from his grasp, treading over to Achilles. She peered into his sea blue eyes. "You do not need to tell me what he has done cousin. He has saved my life. You wish to take him to the prison then you take me as well." Achilles saw the conviction in her beautiful brown orbs and whispered, "Briseis…you do not have to do this." She shook her head, "But I do. You gave me protection and care when others only wished harm on me. I will not see you treated as any common criminal would be."
Paris scowled at Achilles. His cousins' favor for the man who had kidnapped her was disturbing and not something he had expected. "Do not do this Briseis. You are being foolish. This man is a killer and my father will see to his punishment."
Flames burned in her eyes causing Paris to take a step back, only once had he seen her look this furious with him. They were 7 and he had convinced her to sneak out of the palace with him. Unfortunately they had gotten lost that night in the winding streets of the city and found themselves here among the abandoned shanties. Briseis had cried smacked and kicked him. Yelling at him loudly for his silly ideas and for getting them so lost they had finally been discovered by Hector. He had been sent out to look for them.
She stalked over to him her face bearing that fiery vexation, "Yes, he has killed men. But how many of our countrymen and his have died because of your lust for the Spartan Queen." Almost the second the words left her mouth she regretted them.
Paris' fists clenched and it took all he had to refrain from striking her. He had been feeling immense guilt at his part in this war. It ate at him every moment. "That is not fair Briseis. You think this is what I wanted?"
Briseis looked down sighing, "Paris, I do not have the strength to argue with you about this. Either take us to see your father now or take us both to the prison. It is your choice." She was being irrational but Achilles had saved her. She felt justified in her demand. Her eyes panned up to seek her cousin's judgment.
Paris gritted his teeth in annoyance. His cousin was stubborn, no matter what Briseis always managed to best him in that quality. A simple gesture of his hands and they released their hold on Achilles who roughly shrugged them off.
His eyes locked onto his fair priestess. Briseis had more courage in her then even he had realized. To stand up to the prince as she had done, to defend him in front of those who saw him as nothing but a murderer left him amazed. Oh but she was just full of surprises.
Paris whirled away from them both an ill-tempered frown on his face. "You will give your sword over to the guards before you enter the palace. I will not have you see my father armed." With that he gave orders for two of the men to ride ahead and inform Hector. When he looked back at his cousin she was being held up by the Greek. It left a bitter taste in his mouth to watch her with Achilles. True he may have saved her life but why must she carry on the way she was. Her actions had now placed him in a very awkward position.
Achilles arm was securely around Briseis as they left the hovel. He could tell she was weary and nearing the end of her strength. Once they were on their way to the palace and she could be cared for by a physician he would feel better. One of the guards forced him to hand over his sword; luckily he had left his armor with Patrocleus.
It was not a long ride back but for Briseis it seemed like an eternity. She sat with Achilles on Argetis refusing to ride with Paris much to his chagrin. Occasionally the prince would look at them a look of disdain upon his face. Briseis paid him little mind. It was hard enough to keep her focus on the approaching citadel, she was so tired.
Paris made one more attempt to pry her from Achilles when they stood at the steps of the great palace but Briseis refused. Her brown locks swaying side to side, "No I go with him to see your father." Achilles arm remained around her waist, helping her up the last step.
Her defiance only caused Paris to send another sour glance at Achilles who could not hold back the cockiest of grins. Most of the guards remained outside only three followed the peculiar trio inside to meet with Priam.
Comforted by just the sight of her home, Briseis lifted her chin high smiling. How good it felt to be here once more.
Achilles keen eyes took in the lavish surroundings. It was little wonder why Agamemnon had yearned to sack this city. Greed had always fueled the King of Kings; a powerful mistress. Troy held riches and treasures that would have Agamemnon salivating with delight. He peered down at his companion; the tenacity Briseis held in her small frame was priceless and the only thing this city could offer him that was worth a damn.
They were stopped before the resplendent doors of the grand hall. Two servants held the massive handles pulling with all their might to open them. As the doors swung open Achilles felt Briseis squeeze his hand then both followed Paris inside.
Hector had been speaking with Priam about the day's battle when he had been alerted about Paris' situation. Once again they had beaten back Menelaus and his army. The Spartan King had attacked early that morning but still could not claim a victory. He may have been a fierce warrior but he was no strategist and it showed on the field. Each day had been the same with Menelaus angrily screaming and yelling at the soldiers as they retreated once more. With Achilles and his Myrmidons no longer fighting the whole Achaean army had lost its spirit for the battle.
Priam seemed hopeful they could find some way to end this war. Now that Menelaus was without his greatest warrior, perhaps he would be more open to negotiation. Father and son had just begun plans to send an emissary to the Greek camp when they were interrupted. Paris stepped inside bowing to his father, nodding to his brother. Both acknowledged him before staring wide eyed at those who had accompanied him.
Not believing his old eyes Priam slumped into his chair. His beautiful niece had returned to them alive. But she had not come alone; the blond haired man at her side could be no one else but the infamous Achilles. Happy as he was at Briseis being safe he was not pleased at seeing their greatest enemy inside the city and in his very presence. Had his youngest son lost his mind?
Hectors hand was on the hilt of his sword immediately upon seeing his former foe. Only days before he had been face to face with this man. Outnumbered at the time the Prince had been forced to admit defeat and return home. Achilles was now in the palace and under his arm was Briseis. The poor girl was a mess, her cheek a dark black and blue; several cuts and scraps tainted her once unblemished face. Without a second thought the heir to the throne unsheathed his sword.
"Hector NO!" Briseis cried out holding her hand up across Achilles chest. "Stand down cousin. He is not here to fight you, please." Achilles moved to protect her just as she moved to do the same for him. He carefully placed himself before her; his arm in reach for her to hold on to. A hand went to grab at his own sword when he recalled that the soldiers had taken it from him before they had come inside.
Hector contemplated the strangeness of Briseis and Achilles actions. He had thought about why Achilles defected from the Greek camp for days. True, the Myrmidon leader killed Agamemnon but what had triggered the act? Could his beloved cousin be ensnared in the odd circumstances? Hector lowered the blade but held it tightly at his side. He directed his first words to Paris who stood impatiently off to the side, "What possessed you to bring him here?"
"Do not blame me for this Hector. I had planned to bring him to the prison. Ask Briseis why she was so persistent in not allowing it. Why she forced me to bring him here now or send them both to be locked up." Paris threw his hands up in the air then pointed at Briseis.
Hector groaned inwardly. "Briseis, explain your actions? How could you think to bring him within the city walls?"
Briseis lifted her eyes to Hector. Keeping her hand on Achilles arm she stepped forward. "Would you have the man who saved the life of your cousin rewarded by being tossed in a filthy cage like an animal? Is my life worth so little to you?" Why were they so adamant at painting Achilles as the villain here?
Priam stood, "Enough, that is enough now." His outrage had been quelled at hearing her voice. The old king made his way across the room, standing in front of Briseis and Achilles. "My dear sweet niece." He smiled at her then reached out his arms to hug her. Briseis pulled away from Achilles long enough to return his gesture. "My dear girl, we thought the worst." Priam whispered into her tangled hair.
Briseis gave her uncle a weary smile as she stepped away from him "I am sorry to make you worry so Uncle. But I was well cared for." As if that one statement had sucked the energy out of her completely, she fell backwards. Achilles who had seen the slight sway in her steps quickly broke her fall and gently brought her limp form down to the floor. Her three family members surged forward, crying out her name.
Hector was next to react, snapping his fingers at one of the servants. He told the man to fetch the healer quickly. He returned his focus back to his poor cousin.
Her legs buckled and she must have blacked out but Briseis had strangely not felt it coming on. Perhaps she was just to worn out to catch it. One minute she was standing before her uncle now she peered up at four very troubled faces. When she opened her mouth to speak there was no sound. She tried to move but Achilles held her firmly down. He was speaking to her uncle and cousins, his lips moved but she could barely hear what he was saying.
"We were attacked at the cove by Menelaus' men. One found his way through the fight and into the cave she was hiding in; when I arrived he had already hit her several times. He met his end shortly thereafter. There was no time to tend to her wounds before we departed." The explanation rushed forth like a wave in the ocean. Fatigue causing him to blurt it out; that was something he never did. Looking down he noticed her eyes had opened and she was trying to speak. "Briseis…"
"Let…me…up…" There was nothing wrong with her a good night's sleep and maybe a good bath would not cure. Why were they all making such a terrible fuss? Briseis struggled to get her limbs to function. They refused to do anything she wanted them to do.
"Be still child we have sent for the healer." Priam hovered nearby.
"I…I do not need a healer. I…I am alright. Just…tired." Briseis was finally able to push against Achilles restraining arms.
Even if she had been able to make a greater effort Achilles would not be moved, "Enough of your stubbornness, you are hurt; now stay still until the healer arrives."
Paris looked away mumbling, "If you had not taken her with you she would not be injured in the first place."
"If I had not taken her with me when I fled the Greek camp do you believe your cousin would be alive?" Achilles cared not for dealing with Paris' condescending attitude. All his attention was focused on the woman who had become precious to him.
Hector too was more concerned for Briseis then dealing with his little brother. Rather then having a fight break out right there, "Paris, go and fetch Andromache. GO!" He pointed to the door. Paris opened his mouth then gave a huff before doing as he was told.
Andromache sat rocking Astyanax while she spoke with Helen. Though she had originally felt apprehension at the Spartan ladies presence in Troy it was hard to blame the young woman for following her heart. The two had discussed many things over the last days and were quickly becoming friends.
Paris came trudging into the room and their talk ended as they looked up at him. Helen was the first to greet him "Paris, what brings you here?" She smiled but it did little to change his mood. The way he walked and his expression spoke volumes; he did not come for a friendly visit. "What is it my love? What is wrong, has something happened?"
His pacing feet slowed, his temper cooling "Hector sent me here to bid Andromache meet him in the grand hall. Briseis has come home."
How odd that such wonderful news would put him into such a bad mood. "Paris you should be joyful that she has returned. This is not unhappy news." Andromache asked
"And I would be if not for the fact that Achilles escorted my dear cousin inside the city walls." Paris snarled out the Greeks name as if it were a curse.
That name, Helen had heard it many times even before the war. Achilles had fought for her former brother in law for years but never once swore allegiance to him. The two men loathed each other and no doubt it was what led to Agamemnon's death. Andromache had told her that Hector had come face to face with him days ago at the temple. Even Hector had shown reservation about being able to defeat this man and now he was within the city walls.
Andromache placed her son back into his cradle motioning for her servant girl to watch him. "Achilles, he is here inside the city?"
Paris' pressed his hand into the wall hard releasing some of his pent up irritation, "He is inside the palace walls. Briseis and Achilles are with my father and Hector. She insisted on bringing him here, I do not know why. The man is dangerous but she treats him as if he were our ally."
Andromache was already in motion and heading towards the door. Paris stayed behind with Helen who brought him back to their chambers quietly.
The princess was rushing so fast her skirts swished loudly across the marble floor. When she reached the grand hall Andromache viewed Hector, Priam and a blond haired man who she could only assume was this Achilles. They were all hovering over Briseis who was franticly trying to get up. Much to Briseis' chagrin she was unable to move from her spot on the floor.
The priestess then spotted someone who might help her, Andromache. "Andromache, please tell them to let me up. Talk sense into them."
The Trojan princess smiled, "I think their worry is justified." With regal grace she made her way towards them. She gave a slight nod to Achilles before looking once more at Briseis. "You must be still dear cousin. Let the healer do his work when he arrives. If not for you then simply to humor these quite concerned men. If you refuse they will continue their incessant over protectiveness." Briseis was a strong willed woman she always had been. One could never force her to do anything however Andromache knew if you used just the right tone then she may relent.
The priestess bit her bottom lip letting her arms drop to her sides. They were all against her it seemed. There was little use in trying to fight everyone on the matter. "Very well but at least help me up off the floor. I would rather be seen in a more dignified position."
Priam shook his head giving permission, "Take her to her chambers I shall have the healer sent there as soon as he arrives." He looked at Achilles, "You have returned our dear Briseis to us. Recuperate your strength for the night here. In the morning however I ask that you leave."
"Father, you can not allow him to stay here. How do we know his men are not waiting for him to give them a chance to come into the city?" Hector protested.
Achilles spoke proudly, "I am aware my presence here is unwanted. My men are at the harbor securing a ship for passage back to Pythia. The Myrmidons will no longer fight with Greece. Any argument we had with you and your country is now ended." He bowed his head to Priam out of respect. "Think what you will about me Prince Hector it matters not. My only wish is to stay long enough until Briseis is well again. Then I will return to my country and leave yours in peace."
"Why do you care so much for her? She was just a spoil of war to you?" Hector questioned.
"Hector!" Briseis yelled, outraged by his behavior. There was no need for it; Achilles had made his intentions known.
The temperature in the room dropped at the frosty glare Hector received from Achilles "Agamemnon called her that. He did not live long afterwards."
"You dare to threaten me here?" Hector spat out vehemently. The nerve of this man was astounding.
Briseis broke through their squabble before it could go further, "Enough of this. You are bickering as children do." Andromache stepped forward brushing past her husband to crouch down next to Briseis, "I must say I agree with Briseis on that point. Come cousin, I will take you to your chambers. Perhaps they will find a way to discuss things in a more grown up way?" She gave her husband and Achilles a disappointed glare. With her help Briseis managed to get to her feet and the two women removed themselves.
They walked down the hall, Briseis leaning on Andromache. Once they had cleared the room and were free from the eyes of all three men, Andromache peered upon the girl at her side. The nasty bruise on her right cheek seemed to be the worst of her injuries thank the gods. "I shall have a bath drawn after the healer tends to your wounds."
As they reached the door to her bed chambers, Briseis gave Andromache a hug, "I should find that most wonderful, thank you Andromache." Stepping inside the familiar room, the princess helped Briseis to sit down on the comfy bed.
There was a knock on the door shortly after and Andromache went to answer it. The healer Argrias, a man of small stature but great talent in the healing arts stood outside. He was well known around the palace and well liked. "The king bid me come; he said it was most urgent."
"Argrias, please come in. It is the Kings niece." Andromache led him over to Briseis who was resting her eyes. "Briseis, Argrias is here."
Tired brown eyes fluttered open, "Oh good…" she whispered
For several moments Argrias poked and prodded. He then had Briseis drink some potion he had with him that would relieve some of her pain. He moved away from the bedside to speak with Andromache. "She has seen much hardship as of late."
Andromache nodded, "Will she be alright Argrias?" the concern obvious in her tone.
"A nicewarm bath, a good days rest and some decent food will do her good. She will be well in no time at all." The kindly older man smiled patting Andromaches' shoulder, "She is a lucky girl to have survived such torment." Argrias let himself out.
Andromache had the servant girl draw a bath for the Briseis. While the girl busied herself with that task, Andromache took care in removing the filthy rags Briseis was dressed in. The princess pulled the fabric away from Briseis' back revealing a large bruise, grimacing at the sight of it. "Oh, look what those barbaric soldiers did to you." The fabric fell away down to Briseis' feet.
"It happened in the attack last night. Menelaus's men found us somehow. One of them found his way past the Myrmidons in all of the confusion." Briseis closed her willing her mind to block out the frightening memory. Every detail was burned deep and vividly remembered. "He grabbed me, threw me to the ground. I screamed…he tried…and I could not breathe but then he was gone. Achilles, he must have heard me. The man was lying on the ground dead. Achilles stood there. He had killed him."
Andromache shook her head sadly as she aided Briseis into the warm water. She had been through so much in such a short time. Argrias was right her survival was incredible. However, there was something in the way Briseis described Achilles' actions; was it more than gratitude the girl felt toward her captor?
Briseis melted into the warmth of the bath. As she settled into place she already felt a million times better. Muscles that had been driven to the peak of soreness now were wrapped in soothing heat to loosen them. Letting her head fall back against the edge of the tub, she was able to relax her entire being. Briseis brought her hands up to her face and the water trickled down over her dry lips. It stung the parched skin as it poured over each cut but it was nothing compared to her other aches.
Hectors wife knelt down next to the bath a cloth and pitcher in her hand. Andromache dipped the cloth in the water and rubbed it over Briseis's shoulder wiping the skin free of dirt. "You will be more yourself once you are cleaned up, fed and rested."
"Yes, I think I just might. Thank you." Briseis said lifting her long curls so Andromache could reach her back.
"There is no need to thank me Briseis, we are family. It is such a joy to have you home at last. Hector was so fearful for you. Oh how guilt ridden he felt not having remembered you were to be at the temple. It haunted him thinking he might have been able to save you." Andromache wet Briseis' hair with the pitcher as she spoke.
Briseis stared ahead her fingers twirling the water around her. "Our dear Hector… put his mind at ease for me Andromache. There was nothing he could have done."
"You know him better than that. No matter what I say he will not take it to heart. You must say the words." Andromache paused preparing to ask her next question, "And Paris, do you find fault in him?"
Briseis shook her wet locks, "Why would I blame Paris?" True she had been aggravated at Paris for his actions but no she could never fault him. "As children he often did things his own way, usually causing distress for the rest of us. That has not changed as he has gotten older. He may have been called a halfwit for bringing Helen here but…he loves Troy. He loves his country and his countryman. He would not have risked endangering us all if he did not truly love her." Briseis looked down at the water for a minute, "Sometimes people do things out of love without regard for the consequences."
Andromache raised a brow. Did she include herself among them? The truth was visible in the girls' eyes for but a moment then gone, covered up. How simple this would be if it were not so plainly clear to her what had passed between Briseis and Achilles in their few days together. "And you?"
A weak smile was Andromaches first reply then, "What about me Andromache?" Briseis leaned back once more against the side of the tub closing her eyes.
"When this war is over will you be one of those who have acted without consideration for the end result?"
The priestess stiffened, "I…I do not know what you mean by that cousin." Her reaction revealed to Andromache that she had been correct.
It nearly broke her heart. Briseis hid it well and only her eyes had betrayed her. Andromache placed a light hand on her shoulder, "Briseis, I think you do. If one looks hard enough the truth can be seen." She placed the pitcher and cloth down onto the floor.
Biting her lip; had it been so obvious that even her cousins' wife had seen through the façade? Briseis' wide eyes peered at Andromache, "How did you…?"
Andromache smiled warmly, "Because it is written in your eyes. The signs are all there and even though your uncle and cousins do not see it, I do."
Briseis let out a long sigh taking one of Andromaches' hands in her own, "As always Andromache, you are able to see what I wish to keep hidden." Releasing the woman's hand she leaned back against the tub.
"You are like a sister to me. We have never kept any secrets from each other. Please tell me what happened? Did he force you?" It seemed unlikely after all Achilles seemed to be revolted by anyone who spoke an evil word about the pretty young priestess. Agamemnon had made that mistake.
The water in the tub splashed as Briseis sat up straight, "NO…Achilles is not that kind of man. No matter what any of the stories say. It was my choice and mine alone." she paused, a proud smile curling her lips, "And I do not regret it."
"I am not saying you should. Nor did I mean to insinuate what sort of man he is. But you know what this will mean Briseis." There were two punishments for such an offense; Execution or Exile.
Briseis looked straight ahead once more, "I know what the law says Andromache. I made a promise when I broke my vows to never repent my decision. If it is a mistake then I will gladly pay for it."
And so she ended all conversation on that topic. Andromache silently helped Briseis out of the tub and over to her warm bed. There she dried off and put a fresh night robe on before tucking Briseis under the covers. Andromache sat on the edge of the bed, "Eventually you will have to tell your Uncle and Hector. They may not see it now but they will soon. What will you do?"
Briseis grabbed her hand, "You can not tell them Andromache. I will inform them in my own time but please you must promise me that you will not utter a word of what we have spoken of? Please."
"I would never betray your trust Briseis." Andromache brushed a stand of wet hair out of Briseis' face. "Get some sleep; I will have some food brought up for you later."
Briseis shook her head tiredly, thanking the princess before rolling to her side. Andromache stood from the bed. Closing the door behind her, she wondered how long before Briseis' secret was revealed to all of Troy.
After the women had excused themselves the three men were left to sort out their differences. Achilles stood with his arms folded across his chest in the middle of the room. Hector mirrored his stance off to the left while Priam observed both. They were liable to do battle right there by the look of them. It was time to step in and propose some sort of compromise. But first, "Hector, leave us."
"Father I can not…" Hector protested his eyes whirling towards the King.
"Hector…you will go and call a meeting of the council. This war must come to an end and we must be the ones to finish it. We shall send an emissary to Menelaus this very night." He waved his hand at the heir to his throne.
Unpleased with his fathers' judgment but in no position to question it Hector bowed to Priam and with one final scrutinizing look at Achilles he left.
"Now, it would appear that we can make some sort of peaceful agreement?" Priam motioned for Achilles to sit in the chair next to him. "We will discuss this as men should."
Achilles dropped his arms to his sides. With a bit of unease he sat down next to Troy's king. The critical once over Priam was giving him put him on edge for some unknown reason.
"You have our deepest gratitude for bringing Briseis back to us." Priam stated, leaning back in his chair.
Achilles averted his eyes, gazing straight ahead, "I did not do it for gratitude…only because it was the right thing to do." And it was but even he would not admit his real reason.
Priam continued, "Peleus was your father was he not?" Achilles confirmed it only with a slight dip of his head. "I knew your father. He died before his time. But he was lucky not to have lived long enough to see his kin and kingdom fall."
Achilles had barely known his father. Peleus had been killed in battle when he was just a child. His mother told him many tales about the great warrior his father was and that he too would meet his end gloriously in battle. "My mother tells me it was a noble death, one he always hoped for."
"All great men pray for that type of death. It is good to see his noble spirit dwells in his son." Priam stood up and Achilles followed suit. "Here is the bargain I will make with you. It is as I said before; you may remain in Troy for this day and one nights rest. After that, return to your men and be on your way in peace."
One day and one night, it was not a lot of time but it would have to do. Hopefully Briseis would have no objection to sailing with him come the next dawn. "Am I permitted to bid the Lady Briseis goodbye before I leave in the morning?"
An unusual favor for him to ask however, Priam was willing to grant it. Achilles had brought his niece home to him. He would still be able to keep the promise made to his long dead sister, Briseis' mother. "Very well, we are agreed then?"
Achilles offered his hand in compliance. "Yes King Priam of Troy, we are agreed. I thank you for your generosity."
Priam took the outstretched hand. Clasping it as a sign of goodwill and sealing of their pact. "And I thank you again for her return." He then ordered one of the servants to show Achilles some chambers where he could take his rest.
Before leaving the grand hall Achilles glanced back at Priam. "You are a far better King then the one leading the Greek army." With that the Myrmidon left following the servant out of the grand hall.
Achilles was led down a long corridor. Many he passed backed away or whispered to each other about his presence. None of their gossip affected him; for most of his life he received the same reaction. The well earned reputation he had always preceded him.
As the servant led him past several rooms one prompted his attention. Achilles halted and inspected the door to his left. That feeling that overwhelmed him when Briseis was near. "Is that the Lady Briseis' chamber?" he asked the servant who nodded yes before gesturing him forward.
He shook off the feeling. Once he had gotten settled and had some time to clean up he would seek Briseis out. For now he followed his guide down a flight of stairs. They traveled to the end of another hallway to his lodgings for the night.
Much of the present day would pass before they would see each other again. It was not till the sun began its descent in the sky that Achilles snuck quietly to her door. Tapping lightly he waited for Briseis to respond hoping she was awake.
Briseis stood at her window looking out over the city. She had awakened to find the platter of food promised to her by Andromache. Famished she wasted little time in satisfying her grumbling stomach. After having her fill Briseis pushed the platter aside noticing a long pale blue wrap that lay on a nearby chair. She picked it up, covered herself with it and walked over to the window. The city was beautiful at dusk and Briseis had always enjoyed the view.
Tonight however, her talk with Andromache was at the forefront of her mind. What would happen to her when Uncle Priam learned about the loss of her virgin robes to Achilles? What about the high priest, he had always drilled into her head her duty as a priestess and what would occur should she ever disgrace it. Would she find anyone who would protect her then?
A tapping on her door ended her internal battle, "Come in." Briseis answered drawing her wrap tighter around her. Whoever it was stepped inside and closed the door behind them. The footsteps were familiar and they did not belong to any of her family. "Achilles" she smiled "How did you find me?"
He came up behind her placing rough hands on her shoulders, "I passed this room on the way to my own. The servant told me it was yours. Besides, even if my eyes were snatched from me I would find you."
"It is perilous for you to be here. If anyone saw you…" she twisted around facing him.
Achilles put two fingers to her lips. "Calm yourself, no one saw me. You think I am not capable of evading prying eyes?"
"No, of course not…" she pulled away and sat down in the chair.
"What troubles you? He asked folding his arms across his chest.
Briseis paused, lifting her head to meet his gaze "Andromache knows what we have done. That…that I can no longer be a priestess."
Achilles stood before her, his eyes looking towards the window, "It was bound to have happened Briseis. Why does it bother you so? Are you ashamed of being with me after all?"
"And I remain unashamed. I told her as much when she asked." Briseis flung herself out of the seat, pacing back and forth. "I have broken my vows for you; I make no apology for that. But by breaking them I have condemned myself to exile or death. The high priest will demand punishment. My family will not be able to protect me from either. If they can not protect me how can I protect you from them?" She collapsed onto her bed tears stinging her eyes.
Achilles watched her gritting his teeth then knelt at her feet, "Things are never as simple as we want them to be." He rested his chin on her head, drawing her head down. "In the morning I sail from here and if you believe they will banish you then come with me."
Briseis looked up at him her hand touching his face, "This is the only home I have ever known. What if we are not welcome in your country? Where will we go then?" The tears cascaded down her soft cheeks and Achilles lifted a hand to wipe them away.
"As I told you once before, if that happens we will make a home for each other. When I leave here I long for you to be at my side." Gentler words had never passed his lips but Achilles was determined to convince her that departing without her was something he could not and would not do.
Briseis stroked his cheek before pressing her lips against his. How could anyone think this man a heartless beast? He showed kindness to those who deserved it and she was honored to be one who saw this side of him.
His hands held her waist as he pressed Briseis back onto the bed, pulling himself up off the floor in the process. At any moment they might be found out but neither cared. They yearned for an escape from all the difficulties they were sure to face.
Achilles broke the kiss looking down at her with admiration. She was indeed precious to him, worth more than his own life. Briseis' chest was rising and falling rapidly with excitement. It brought a smile to his face the thought that he could affect her so. His lips sought out the delicate skin of her neck then worked their way to her exposed shoulder, bringing the smallest gasps of pleasure from his lover.
Clothes were soon swept aside, forgotten in the storm of emotions that had taken over. Achilles powerful arms braced him up over her while they kissed. Once more his lips glided down her body, nipping the trembling flesh as they went.
Her legs curled around his calves and she arched against him, "Achilles…please…" Briseis moaned. He was teasing her setting her body on fire as he always did. The lusty smile on his face proved he knew exactly what he was doing to her. Her nails clawed at the bed covers when his lips grazed her belly.
Achilles captured her lips once more crawling back up her body. He kept her mouth occupied while his hands slid to her hips. Briseis could not hold back the satisfied cry when he pushed himself into her.
They stilled, relishing the closeness of each other before he set a slow teasing pace. Briseis' eyes locked with his, her arms wrapping around his neck. Achilles let her lower his head down to the nape of her neck and he sampled her now sweat soaked skin. Her soft moans and gasps in his ear spurred him on. It sent them both rushing headlong towards the blissful inevitable.
Briseis cried his name out over and over again, her nails raked down his back. The world exploded into a million stars around her. Vaguely in her euphoric state she heard Achilles shout her name before they both slumped back against the bed.
Time passed as the lovers strived to slow their breathing.
Briseis could not move and it was not because Achilles had collapsed down on top of her. Her body had gone numb but it was not an unpleasant feeling. She was pinned underneath him till he regained his strength. Achilles rolled onto his back bringing her with him.
The room was quiet with only the sounds of their slowing breath. His fingers twirled in the auburn locks resting on his chest before traipsing down her back. Did Briseis of Troy have any idea what she invoked in him? He looked down at her; her eyes were still closed and her heart was racing. Oh she knew for it was the same way for her. "Will you come with me Briseis? Would you leave Troy for me?"
"Anywhere…anywhere you go, I will go." It had never been a difficult decision. Her heart had always told her where she belonged. If family would no longer accept her after learning the truth of her feelings then let it be so. Briseis would no longer fear their judgment.
Pleased with her answer and relieved he closed his eyes holding her against him as they both slept contently. Nighttime set upon Troy while the two slept.
The moon and stars were twinkling down upon the city when Briseis awoke. Achilles was still asleep, his arm draped over her. Careful as can be, she moved out from under it. Taking up her shawl she glided over to the window. This would be her last night in Troy, her last chance to see it under Artemis' moonlight. Briseis had not been standing there long when she felt his hands around her waist. "You enjoy leaving me in bed alone?" he asked amusement in his voice.
She leaned back into his embrace, "I will leave Troy with you in the morning. I wanted to see the city at night one last time." His lips made contact with her neck and she giggled. Oh how he loved to tease her. "Stop it, you are distracting me."
Achilles purred in her ear, "I thought you enjoyed how I distract you."
Briseis answered him by kissing him. Achilles lifted her up and carried her back to the bed grinning like a cat the whole way. Sleep could wait for the time being.
Troy rose from its slumber at dawns first light. Briseis and Achilles lay entwined, her back pressed to his front. Achilles eyes flew open as the sun hit his face. He let out a groan of irritation at the brightness but he knew sleep would not return to him now. Instead of trying he got himself out of the bed careful not to wake the sleeping Briseis.
He clothed himself before sitting to watch over her. She was always enticing to look upon but he found Briseis appeared goddess like when she slept. Her gorgeous hair was spread out over the bedding. Her breathing was so slow when she rested if he did not know better he would think she was dead. Achilles sat for sometime just watching his Briseis. Yes she was his and would always be.
Her hand moved to where he had been sleeping and when she discovered only air Briseis' eyes fluttered open. She sat up trying to get her them to focus. When they finally had she noticed him sitting watching her and she smiled. Briseis slumped back down, "Good morning." She murmured.
Achilles stood from the chair and walked over to the bed sitting down next to her. "Good morning to you as well."
She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes then sat back up. "Why do you that?"
His brows furrowed in confusion, "Do what?"
"Watch me when I sleep as if at any moment I may disappear?" Briseis said, her hand resting on his.
"Perhaps I think that you just might." There was a sparkle of humor in those blue eyes of his as he spoke, brushing a lock of hair out of her face.
Briseis smiled back, "No, there is more to it then that. Tell me." She turned on her side resting her chin in the palm of her hand. The thin sheet she was wrapped in slid down showing Achilles the curve of her breasts.
"You are incredibly persistent." He leaned down to kiss her forehead
She shook her head sitting up and pulling the sheet back up. "And you are avoiding the question."
He laughed, "It is just…you are so beautiful when you are asleep."
Briseis mock frowned lowering her head, "Am I not beautiful at any other time."
Lifting her chin up he leaned down to kiss her lips. He pulled away slightly, "You are beautiful all the time." They kissed again and she pulled him back down onto the bed.
They were still kissing when the door burst open. Hector stood in the doorway, his eyes wide at the sight that met him. Achilles and Briseis has broken apart startled but it was obvious to Hector what had already happened. He had been alerted that Achilles had not been in his chambers early in the morning. Now he knew why.
Briseis stood up from the bed, clothed only in her sheet. "Hector…" she started but was interrupted by her cousins' harshly toned voice.
"Briseis, you will put your clothes on now. The guards will escort you both to my father and you will explain yourselves." With that he spun around and slammed the door shut causing Briseis to flinch.
Her eyes lingered on the doorway. It was far too late for explanations. Secrets never stayed so for long.
And now theirs had been revealed.
Tbc
Well my goodness, what is going to happen next? Will Priam be forced to have her executed? Or will he choose to exile her. What will Paris and Helen's reactions be? How will Hector react when he learns Andromache knew? Will Briseis be allowed to leave with Achilles or will our lovers be separated? You will just have to stick around for the next chapter. Thanks for reading everyone and I look forward to your reviews.