Ok, for the actual story bits (that first bit was the prologue) im gonna have both what hector and andromache feel. Cool? Cool.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, im just integrating my own ideas...eric bana is hot as! (as is brad pitt...but eric is better) ;)
Chapter 1 - The Departure Of Troy
Andromache awoke to the cool light of the morning. Looking to the empty space beside her she sat up in fright. Getting up as fast as possible she started to leave the room when she noticed Astyanax was missing from his crib.
A slight termor ran through her body and she ran from the room. Her dark hair flew out behind her like night descending over the ocean and her bare feet slapped against the cool floor below her. She heard a familiar voice and felt her heart rise and sink at the same time. Rounding the corner she found Hector and their son sitting out on a balcony.
"I thought you'd gone and not said goodbye," she whispered quietly.
Hector turned to look at her and smiled, Astyanax giggled happily on his knee and reached for some of his fathers' hair with a chubby fist.
"I would never have left without at least giving you a kiss," he said.
Andromache smiled and went to sit beside him. She rested a hand on his bare shoulder and watched him as he entertained the child within his arms. He looked over at her and smiled.
"What?" he asked as he saw the sadness in her face.
"How long will you be at Sparta?" she asked removing her hand and looking out to the ocean that lay before them.
"As long as it takes," Hector replied turning serious, "I'm worried though Andromache" he whispered, "about Paris. He will find nothing interesting in the things I will talk about with Menelaus, yes he still insists on accompanying me"
Andromache ran her fingers through her husbands' hair and sighed, "perhaps he wishes to see Helen of Sparta?"
Hector let out a laugh, "knowing my brother you are probably right," he told her, "but I wish you weren't"
The couple fell silent. Andromache watched Hector as he in turn watched their son.
"You don't have to go," she whispered quietly.
"You know I do," came the reply.
Getting to her feet Andromache wandered to the edge of the balcony and gazed at the sight before her. Life was stirring in the city of Troy and in the palace behind her. Everything was perfect for her until King Menelaus of Sparta declared he wished to have peace with the Trojans. Now her husband was setting sail for the kingdom to sign the peace treaty with his younger brother Paris. She felt Hector come and stand behind her. Turning she placed her hands on his chest.
"How can you be sure this is not a trap?" she asked accusingly.
Hector leant down and kissed her lightly on the forehead, "what would Menelaus gain by killing me?" he asked, "my father rules Troy, and once he departs for the underworld my son will take the place of ruler if I can not uphold my duties"
"He would ruin me!" Andromache cried, "Menelaus would kill me by killing you! How could I survive without you?"
Hector wrapped his arms around her and held her to him tightly. His heart was breaking seeing her in pain. He wasn't afraid to depart to Sparta. Why was she so afraid? He felt her tears fall onto his chest as his wife silently sobbed.
"There is no danger in I going to Sparta," Hector said reassuringly, "nor is there any to Paris"
Andromache pulled away from him but maintained eye contact, "does it not strike you odd that your brother wishes to accompany you?" she asked in a hushed whisper, "you yourself have said so"
Letting go of her Hector turned to watch Astyanax entertaining himself on the cool floor. His son looked just like him. He even moved and acted like him and the boy was still an infant. He smiled as he started crawling towards a gold embroidered floor mat.
"Please," Andromache whispered, "let someone else accompany Paris, or send them alone. A priest or, or official is surely enough to sign any treaty Menelaus produces"
"No," Hector told her turning to face her, "Menelaus may easily be insulted if I or Paris do not go. We are Troy's future when concerning who will rule. If I do not go he may think we believe him to be a joke. He may easily wage war upon us"
"What is stopping him!?" Andromache snapped, "why now does he wish to make peace with Troy when he has Agamemnon to flatten us?"
"Troy has never been breached, under siege or conquered" Hector replied close to loosing his patience, "why do you question that now?"
Andromache let out a whimpering sob and sunk to the floor, "I do not question you my love, or the sons of Troy whom you command. I just fear that you shall walk out these gates and I shall never see you again"
Hectors face softened and a feeling of guilt overcame him. Andromache cared for him, yelling at her would not ease her discomforts. He had to remain calm and steady so that his courage could easily pass unto her. He knew she was not like this around anyone else but he, he went to sit down beside her. Cupping her face in his hand he kissed her gently on the lips. The gentleness soon became a hungry passion that they both shared for each other. Behind them Astyanax began to cry. Breaking away Andromache stood and hurried over to him. Picking him up gently she sung softly in his ear to try calm him.
She returned to her and Hectors' room and placed the sleepy heir of Troy in his crib. Continuing her singing Andromache tucked the silky sheets in around her son. Soon he fell asleep and Andromache collapsed onto the bed behind her.
Why did Hector have to go? Didn't he realise she may never see him again? He was firm in his belief that Menelaus wanted a simple peace meeting. Why didn't she believe him?
Once she had collected herself and was calm again she left the room to have something to eat. As she made her way through the palace she came upon King Priam. Letting him envelope her in a hug they found a table to sit at together. She stared at the plate that was placed before her.
"What's wrong my daughter?" Priam asked looking intently at her.
Andromache raised her head, "I worry for my husband," she whispered.
Priam smiled, "as does everyone in Troy. They all worry they may loose their heirs to Greece but do not fear, the Gods will protect my sons"
Andromache nodded, "but what if he does not return to us?" she pressed still unsure of what was going to occur between the time Hector left and the time in which he was determined to return.
Priam sighed, "if the worst shall happen you will survive and raise your son in the way Hector would see fit. It would be the least you could do for him"
"How can I survive without him? I love him so much" she whimpered.
Priam smiled sadly, "I have lived through my wifes' passing to the underworld to serve Hades, I raised my sons as best as possible and Briseis also, they have grown up to be upstanding people. You will handle fine if the worst shall happen"
Andromache tried smiling but the emotion wouldn't appear on her face.
"Smile my child, the Gods shower their blessings on you. Pray they give your husband, the father of your child and my son the safe passage we all hope he endures"
Andromache nodded and rose. She left the room in search of Hector. She found him consulting with Paris. She watched him undetected. He looked so determined as he conversed with the younger Prince. Her heart fluttering at the very sight of him Andromache departed. She arrived in the garden where the 2 had shared their very first kiss. Kneeling before the statue of Artemis she prayed for safe return. After doing so she rose and turned.
Hector was standing there, his arms over his chest. He wore clothes of a deep emerald green. He nodded towards Andromache. Sadness filled him, seeing his wife with her flowing white gown looking expectantly at him. He smiled softly and she ran to him. Embracing her in his strong arms he gathered her up in a warm hug.
"You'll be fine," she whispered, "the Gods will not see you harmed"
Hector kissed her gently, "come. We leave any moment now"
Following him Andromache collected Astyanax and joined the farewell party at the stairs. Below all of Troys' citizens had gathered on the street the royal couple would travel down to wish them luck. Giving Andromache a quick peck on the cheek Hector turned to his father.
"May Apollo protect you my son," the white-haired king whispered.
Hector bowed and Paris followed suit. They both descended down the flight of stairs and mounted their horses. Andromache felt like screaming. How could Hector remain so calm? With not another look back the 2 brothers headed down the dusty roads towards the boats that waited to take them across the Aegean to Sparta.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, im just integrating my own ideas...eric bana is hot as! (as is brad pitt...but eric is better) ;)
Chapter 1 - The Departure Of Troy
Andromache awoke to the cool light of the morning. Looking to the empty space beside her she sat up in fright. Getting up as fast as possible she started to leave the room when she noticed Astyanax was missing from his crib.
A slight termor ran through her body and she ran from the room. Her dark hair flew out behind her like night descending over the ocean and her bare feet slapped against the cool floor below her. She heard a familiar voice and felt her heart rise and sink at the same time. Rounding the corner she found Hector and their son sitting out on a balcony.
"I thought you'd gone and not said goodbye," she whispered quietly.
Hector turned to look at her and smiled, Astyanax giggled happily on his knee and reached for some of his fathers' hair with a chubby fist.
"I would never have left without at least giving you a kiss," he said.
Andromache smiled and went to sit beside him. She rested a hand on his bare shoulder and watched him as he entertained the child within his arms. He looked over at her and smiled.
"What?" he asked as he saw the sadness in her face.
"How long will you be at Sparta?" she asked removing her hand and looking out to the ocean that lay before them.
"As long as it takes," Hector replied turning serious, "I'm worried though Andromache" he whispered, "about Paris. He will find nothing interesting in the things I will talk about with Menelaus, yes he still insists on accompanying me"
Andromache ran her fingers through her husbands' hair and sighed, "perhaps he wishes to see Helen of Sparta?"
Hector let out a laugh, "knowing my brother you are probably right," he told her, "but I wish you weren't"
The couple fell silent. Andromache watched Hector as he in turn watched their son.
"You don't have to go," she whispered quietly.
"You know I do," came the reply.
Getting to her feet Andromache wandered to the edge of the balcony and gazed at the sight before her. Life was stirring in the city of Troy and in the palace behind her. Everything was perfect for her until King Menelaus of Sparta declared he wished to have peace with the Trojans. Now her husband was setting sail for the kingdom to sign the peace treaty with his younger brother Paris. She felt Hector come and stand behind her. Turning she placed her hands on his chest.
"How can you be sure this is not a trap?" she asked accusingly.
Hector leant down and kissed her lightly on the forehead, "what would Menelaus gain by killing me?" he asked, "my father rules Troy, and once he departs for the underworld my son will take the place of ruler if I can not uphold my duties"
"He would ruin me!" Andromache cried, "Menelaus would kill me by killing you! How could I survive without you?"
Hector wrapped his arms around her and held her to him tightly. His heart was breaking seeing her in pain. He wasn't afraid to depart to Sparta. Why was she so afraid? He felt her tears fall onto his chest as his wife silently sobbed.
"There is no danger in I going to Sparta," Hector said reassuringly, "nor is there any to Paris"
Andromache pulled away from him but maintained eye contact, "does it not strike you odd that your brother wishes to accompany you?" she asked in a hushed whisper, "you yourself have said so"
Letting go of her Hector turned to watch Astyanax entertaining himself on the cool floor. His son looked just like him. He even moved and acted like him and the boy was still an infant. He smiled as he started crawling towards a gold embroidered floor mat.
"Please," Andromache whispered, "let someone else accompany Paris, or send them alone. A priest or, or official is surely enough to sign any treaty Menelaus produces"
"No," Hector told her turning to face her, "Menelaus may easily be insulted if I or Paris do not go. We are Troy's future when concerning who will rule. If I do not go he may think we believe him to be a joke. He may easily wage war upon us"
"What is stopping him!?" Andromache snapped, "why now does he wish to make peace with Troy when he has Agamemnon to flatten us?"
"Troy has never been breached, under siege or conquered" Hector replied close to loosing his patience, "why do you question that now?"
Andromache let out a whimpering sob and sunk to the floor, "I do not question you my love, or the sons of Troy whom you command. I just fear that you shall walk out these gates and I shall never see you again"
Hectors face softened and a feeling of guilt overcame him. Andromache cared for him, yelling at her would not ease her discomforts. He had to remain calm and steady so that his courage could easily pass unto her. He knew she was not like this around anyone else but he, he went to sit down beside her. Cupping her face in his hand he kissed her gently on the lips. The gentleness soon became a hungry passion that they both shared for each other. Behind them Astyanax began to cry. Breaking away Andromache stood and hurried over to him. Picking him up gently she sung softly in his ear to try calm him.
She returned to her and Hectors' room and placed the sleepy heir of Troy in his crib. Continuing her singing Andromache tucked the silky sheets in around her son. Soon he fell asleep and Andromache collapsed onto the bed behind her.
Why did Hector have to go? Didn't he realise she may never see him again? He was firm in his belief that Menelaus wanted a simple peace meeting. Why didn't she believe him?
Once she had collected herself and was calm again she left the room to have something to eat. As she made her way through the palace she came upon King Priam. Letting him envelope her in a hug they found a table to sit at together. She stared at the plate that was placed before her.
"What's wrong my daughter?" Priam asked looking intently at her.
Andromache raised her head, "I worry for my husband," she whispered.
Priam smiled, "as does everyone in Troy. They all worry they may loose their heirs to Greece but do not fear, the Gods will protect my sons"
Andromache nodded, "but what if he does not return to us?" she pressed still unsure of what was going to occur between the time Hector left and the time in which he was determined to return.
Priam sighed, "if the worst shall happen you will survive and raise your son in the way Hector would see fit. It would be the least you could do for him"
"How can I survive without him? I love him so much" she whimpered.
Priam smiled sadly, "I have lived through my wifes' passing to the underworld to serve Hades, I raised my sons as best as possible and Briseis also, they have grown up to be upstanding people. You will handle fine if the worst shall happen"
Andromache tried smiling but the emotion wouldn't appear on her face.
"Smile my child, the Gods shower their blessings on you. Pray they give your husband, the father of your child and my son the safe passage we all hope he endures"
Andromache nodded and rose. She left the room in search of Hector. She found him consulting with Paris. She watched him undetected. He looked so determined as he conversed with the younger Prince. Her heart fluttering at the very sight of him Andromache departed. She arrived in the garden where the 2 had shared their very first kiss. Kneeling before the statue of Artemis she prayed for safe return. After doing so she rose and turned.
Hector was standing there, his arms over his chest. He wore clothes of a deep emerald green. He nodded towards Andromache. Sadness filled him, seeing his wife with her flowing white gown looking expectantly at him. He smiled softly and she ran to him. Embracing her in his strong arms he gathered her up in a warm hug.
"You'll be fine," she whispered, "the Gods will not see you harmed"
Hector kissed her gently, "come. We leave any moment now"
Following him Andromache collected Astyanax and joined the farewell party at the stairs. Below all of Troys' citizens had gathered on the street the royal couple would travel down to wish them luck. Giving Andromache a quick peck on the cheek Hector turned to his father.
"May Apollo protect you my son," the white-haired king whispered.
Hector bowed and Paris followed suit. They both descended down the flight of stairs and mounted their horses. Andromache felt like screaming. How could Hector remain so calm? With not another look back the 2 brothers headed down the dusty roads towards the boats that waited to take them across the Aegean to Sparta.