Disclaimer: I still don't own Greek mythology. Never have, never will.
Torn: Achilles and Briseis
Achilles came into the tent and pulled her into his arms without a word. She could feel him trembling against her, with rage or sorrow or both, she didn't know.
"Achilles, what is it?" she asked, anxiously
"What did Agamemnon want?" His arms tightened around her and it was a moment before he could answer.
"You" his voice was a hoarse whisper,
"He wants you" She gasped,
"No..." She knew the protest would do no good; the king of Mycenae would get what he wanted. Achilles kissed her, desperately, hopelessly, and she clung to him, wishing she could freeze time.
Review please. 100 words exactly the first time I wrote it, without editing.