Nights on the ship weren't half as bad as I suspected. Sleeping with my love at my side, not having to worry about Menelaus storming in at any given moment, was very comforting. I stared for hours up at the wooden ceiling as Paris covered my skin in passionate kisses. Hector lay only a few feet away from us, so I tried my hardest to keep Paris quiet.
"My love, what is the matter?" Paris whispered, running his warm fingers through my hair and against my skin.
"I worry about Troy."
"What do you worry about?"
"Well, the people. And your father. What if they don't like me Paris." He laughed quietly, stroking my jawline.
"They will love you, because I love you." I looked up at him, the moon shone in his eye.
"I hope so." I said quietly, rubbing my fingers against his.
"Quiet over there, or I'll throw you overboard." Hector called out, trying to get a decent night's rest. I smiled, leaning my head against Paris' shoulder. A blinked a few times, before my eyes flutter shut. The last thing I heard before I fell asleep, was the beating of Paris' heart.
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"M'lord and M'lady...we have arrived." One of the crew members said, lightly shaking Paris, causing me to wake up as well.
"We're at Troy?" I said quickly standing up, hurrying after Paris as he climbed up the ladder.
As my head came above the surface I realized where we were. Huge sand hills rolled on for miles and the Temple of Apollo was eye's view. A crewsman grabbed my hand, helping me up the rest of the way, for I was still in awe. Hector leaped over the side of the ship, Paris following soon after. The crew took a wooden plank, setting it up against the side of the ship, allowing me to walk down it to get to the beach. Hundreds of people were there, along with horses, chariots and umbrellas. An armed guard marched up to Paris and Hector, bowing at their feet.
"M'lords, King Priam has sent you this."
Two large looking chariots came up, and I'm sure Paris saw the surprise in my eyes because he smiled and laced our fingers together. Paris and I got on one, and Hector on the other.
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Entering Troy, I felt like a goddess. Flower petals were being thrown everywhere and the cheering of thousands of people were ringing in my ears. Paris and Hector were waving nonstop, and I sat and smiled. Occasionally I would say women or men whispering about me to someone standing next to them, sending me glares.
"It's okay, you learn to ignore them" Paris said stroking the top of my arm. I loved when Paris tried to comfort me, it made me fall even more in love with him. Suddenly the chariot stopped and I looked up to see a huge stone palace, draped with banners and vines. We were helped down, and slowly made our way up the palace. Walking down many halls until it led us back outside on a balcony. We slowly walked up a few steps to where I saw King Priam. He slowly arrised from his throne and walked over. Embracing each other in a hug, Hector and Priam stood only a few feet from me and Paris.
"My son" Priams voice said. His voice was deep, and you could tell just by hearing it, how wise this old man was.
"Father" Hector said against the old man standing before us. Hector stepped away and Priam now looked upon Paris.
"Paris" He said in a quieter more settle tone. Taking Paris' head into his hands and kissing him gently above each eye. Paris stepped back, still facing Priam but coming towards me.
"Father...this is Helen." I stepped forward, nodding my head to him.
"Helen. Helen of Sparta?" He said looking at me questionable.
"Helen of Troy" Paris corrected him. Priam looked at Paris and then back at me. His eyes a brilliant blue entranced me.
"I've heard rumors of your beauty" His voice bellowed as I stepped up onto the step, only one away from being even with him.
"For once..." He kissed me along the side of my eyes, and I felt like I was standing before a god.
"the gossips were right" He kissed me on the other side and I stepped back, smiling.
"Welcome."
"My love, what is the matter?" Paris whispered, running his warm fingers through my hair and against my skin.
"I worry about Troy."
"What do you worry about?"
"Well, the people. And your father. What if they don't like me Paris." He laughed quietly, stroking my jawline.
"They will love you, because I love you." I looked up at him, the moon shone in his eye.
"I hope so." I said quietly, rubbing my fingers against his.
"Quiet over there, or I'll throw you overboard." Hector called out, trying to get a decent night's rest. I smiled, leaning my head against Paris' shoulder. A blinked a few times, before my eyes flutter shut. The last thing I heard before I fell asleep, was the beating of Paris' heart.
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"M'lord and M'lady...we have arrived." One of the crew members said, lightly shaking Paris, causing me to wake up as well.
"We're at Troy?" I said quickly standing up, hurrying after Paris as he climbed up the ladder.
As my head came above the surface I realized where we were. Huge sand hills rolled on for miles and the Temple of Apollo was eye's view. A crewsman grabbed my hand, helping me up the rest of the way, for I was still in awe. Hector leaped over the side of the ship, Paris following soon after. The crew took a wooden plank, setting it up against the side of the ship, allowing me to walk down it to get to the beach. Hundreds of people were there, along with horses, chariots and umbrellas. An armed guard marched up to Paris and Hector, bowing at their feet.
"M'lords, King Priam has sent you this."
Two large looking chariots came up, and I'm sure Paris saw the surprise in my eyes because he smiled and laced our fingers together. Paris and I got on one, and Hector on the other.
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Entering Troy, I felt like a goddess. Flower petals were being thrown everywhere and the cheering of thousands of people were ringing in my ears. Paris and Hector were waving nonstop, and I sat and smiled. Occasionally I would say women or men whispering about me to someone standing next to them, sending me glares.
"It's okay, you learn to ignore them" Paris said stroking the top of my arm. I loved when Paris tried to comfort me, it made me fall even more in love with him. Suddenly the chariot stopped and I looked up to see a huge stone palace, draped with banners and vines. We were helped down, and slowly made our way up the palace. Walking down many halls until it led us back outside on a balcony. We slowly walked up a few steps to where I saw King Priam. He slowly arrised from his throne and walked over. Embracing each other in a hug, Hector and Priam stood only a few feet from me and Paris.
"My son" Priams voice said. His voice was deep, and you could tell just by hearing it, how wise this old man was.
"Father" Hector said against the old man standing before us. Hector stepped away and Priam now looked upon Paris.
"Paris" He said in a quieter more settle tone. Taking Paris' head into his hands and kissing him gently above each eye. Paris stepped back, still facing Priam but coming towards me.
"Father...this is Helen." I stepped forward, nodding my head to him.
"Helen. Helen of Sparta?" He said looking at me questionable.
"Helen of Troy" Paris corrected him. Priam looked at Paris and then back at me. His eyes a brilliant blue entranced me.
"I've heard rumors of your beauty" His voice bellowed as I stepped up onto the step, only one away from being even with him.
"For once..." He kissed me along the side of my eyes, and I felt like I was standing before a god.
"the gossips were right" He kissed me on the other side and I stepped back, smiling.
"Welcome."