I sat alone in my room. Pondering my existence, and why I continued living with this man who does not love me. Oh how I wish to grow old with someone I love, and watch our children grow old. The breeze crept in through the balcony, tossing my hair about like leaves on a windy day. I carefully removed the golden crown atop my head, placing it on the table beside me. I heard the shutting of my door from behind me, and a faint chill crept up my spine. I knew who it was, he had been in my bed everynight for the past week.

"You should not be here."

I said brushing a golden comb through my hair.

"That's what you said last night."

He slowly made his way over to me, he deep voice made me shiver in delight, yet I did not want him to know I enjoyed his presence.

"Last night, was a mistake."

I said staring blankly at the wall, I did not want to give into him, to be seduced by his masculin form, irresistable charm, and alltogether beauty.

"And the night before?"

I could feel him standing behind me. I shut my eyes, exhaling slowly, my whole body was trembling before him.

"I've made many mistakes this week."

I could feel his fingers gently touch my neck. I slightly tilted it to the side, longing to have his body against mine. He gently placed the hair that was draped in my face behind my shoulders, his fingers tracing my neck.

"Do you want me to go?"

I longed for his touch, his body... his voice, calling out my name. I knew how much I had risked both our lives the past week giving in to him, and yet, I didn't care. I wanted him more then I had ever wanted anyone before. I slowly stood up, turning to face him. Our eyes met, my heart was racing. I could not control my actiong. My fingers crept to the brooches holding up the white gown that Menelaus had given me as a gift. The metal swiftly dropped to the ground, the gown falling limply after them. I stood naked before a Prince. A Prince who I loved. I wrapped my arms around his neck, our lips clashing. Our tongues met and the feeling of his fingers on my back made every inch of me go weak. We started to move backwards, our lips still locked and our eyes still shut. I felt my bed behind me and I leaned back onto it, our lips parting as we got situated. Paris pulled his armor up over his head and swiftly took anything else on that covered his sweaty body. He climbed back up onto the bed laying his body next to mine and touching our lips again. He gently lifted his body up onto mine, placing his lower torso between my now spread legs. And we made love. And when I say we made love, we did. Every night for the past week, I worshipped this man. He made me feel inferior to him, and I loved every inch of his body. Laying next to his perfect body, glazed in a sweat, was ecstasy.

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I stood next to his naked body. Our fingers tracing each other's skin, I never wanted to leave his side. I touched the necklace he had placed around my neck, the cool shells laid pleasantly against my skin.

"They are beautiful."

He smiled, moving a dangling hair out of my face.

"But you know I cannot wear them, Menelaus will kill us both."

"Why do you fear him?"

"I do not fear him, nor death."

I sat in silence, looking at the ground as he continued to stroke my cheek.

"I fear tomorrow. Knowing you will sail away and I may never see you again."

I touched his cheek, fighting back tears.

"Before you came to Sparta, I was a ghost. I walked and I ate and I swam in the sea. But I was just a ghost."

"You don't have to fear tomorrow."

I looked up at him, sniffling as the fire crackled behind him.

"Come with me."

He looked into my eyes, his own filled with hope. He smiled slightly, awaiting my answer.

"Don't play with me."

I said as a tear slid down my cheek.

"Don't play..."

I whispered staring at the ground.

"If you come...we'll never be safe. Men will hunt us, the gods will curse us...but I'll love you, till the day they burn my body. I will love you..."

I smiled faintly, whiping a tear away from my cheek. I leaned forward, pressing our lips together in agreement.