After King Priam greeted us, Hector walked directly over to a tall woman with dark brown hair who was carrying a baby. She cried gathing Hector into her arms and weeping against his neck, showering him in greatful kisses.
"Oh Hector" She cried as she kissed him, and then lifted up the baby, showing him their new child.
"Andromache..." He said quietly as he stared wide-eyed at his new son. Suddenly a young girl burst through the archway...running over to us.
"Briseis!" Paris called out walking over to where she was running towards.
"Briseis has chosen to follow Apollo as a preistess and so keep her virginity" Priam said from behind us. The young girl had beautiful brown hair which hung past her shoulders in delicate wringlets. She had a golden crown placed atop of her head and a long white gown trailing behind her. She was very beautiful, and her smile brightened the entire room.
"Paris!" She called out running into his arms. At first I was startled, thinking it was his old lover, or anything of that sort. My smile faded, and my eyes traced the ground as my cheeks burned with jealousy.
"Dear Cousin!" He said holding her back and looking at her, smiling from cheek to cheek. Hearing those words was a relief and I was able to wear a genuine smile once again.
"You grow more beautiful each time I see you!" She then ran over to Hector giving him a hug as well. I walked up slowly behind Paris, taking his hand slowly in mine, not wanting to stand behind him alone.
"Oh, cousin! I want you to meet someone." She slowly walked over and I stepped forward smiling.
"This is Helen."
"Helen? Helen of Sparta?" She questioned just as her Uncle had done.
"Helen of Troy." I said correcting her before Paris could. I looked back at him and he had a huge smile on his face, despite the fact that we could have started a war for this title. She grinned at me and pulled me into an embrace.
"Well I am glad you are here, Helen." She gave me a firm squeeze and I stood in her arms for a few breif seconds before she backed up and ran back over to the baby.
"Father, I'm going to show Helen around the Palace." Paris said taking my hand and rubbing his fingers against mine, leading me away from the now very crowded room. Priam nodded, slowly walking back over to his throne and took a seat as we walked swiftly away. My dark dress dragged gently on the ground, and I tried to keep up with Paris' pace as he led me around the huge palace, not quiet telling me where we were going.
"Paris...where are we going?" I said trying to make sure I wouldn't trip, or get lost trying to find my way back. He came to a large wooden door, knocking on it a few times then stepping back. His fingers pressed to his lips, telling me to be quiet. He slowly lifted the large wooden lock from the door, letting us in. His fingers wrapped around the torch, grabbing it into his hand as we walked down the large yet narrow path, holding firmly onto my hand. He led my down, and I could hear the trickling of water nearby.
"Where are we?" I whispered as he set down the torch in a holder, leading me under an archway until we were no longer walking on stone, it was now solid dirt under our feet. We came across a bench and we both sat down as I looked around. My eyes traveled upwards, where I expected there to be a ceiling, but realized they had none, and all we could see were the stars.
"Oh Paris...it's beautiful!" I said gasping at the sight of all the beautiful green plants, the tiny creek running by behind us, and the stars twinkling in the sky. He lifted up my hand, kissing it, and then returning it back to its place in my lap. The wind slowly whipped my hair about behind me, and I tucked a piece behind my ear...studying Paris' every inch of skin. My hands slowly trailed up his arms, and we stood as I started to do so. His brilliant blue robes stood out against the pitch black sky. I slowly slid them off his shoulders, letting them drop limply to his sides.His skin glistned in the moonlight. One by one he unclipped the brooches holding up my dress until I was standing before him in nothing, and he the same to I. We ran our fingers over each other's body..teasing each other. Our lips only pressed together breifly and then we would pull apart, moving our noses against one another, and then kiss again. The breathing was stiffled, and our bodies began to sweat in the crisp night air. Paris slowly and reluctantly sank to the ground, letting me lay on top of him. But, after much kissing, he rolled over on top of me, running his fingers through my hair, and kissing beneath my ear. My toes curled up in sheer ecstasy as I clutched onto his lower back, staring into the night sky.
"Oh Hector" She cried as she kissed him, and then lifted up the baby, showing him their new child.
"Andromache..." He said quietly as he stared wide-eyed at his new son. Suddenly a young girl burst through the archway...running over to us.
"Briseis!" Paris called out walking over to where she was running towards.
"Briseis has chosen to follow Apollo as a preistess and so keep her virginity" Priam said from behind us. The young girl had beautiful brown hair which hung past her shoulders in delicate wringlets. She had a golden crown placed atop of her head and a long white gown trailing behind her. She was very beautiful, and her smile brightened the entire room.
"Paris!" She called out running into his arms. At first I was startled, thinking it was his old lover, or anything of that sort. My smile faded, and my eyes traced the ground as my cheeks burned with jealousy.
"Dear Cousin!" He said holding her back and looking at her, smiling from cheek to cheek. Hearing those words was a relief and I was able to wear a genuine smile once again.
"You grow more beautiful each time I see you!" She then ran over to Hector giving him a hug as well. I walked up slowly behind Paris, taking his hand slowly in mine, not wanting to stand behind him alone.
"Oh, cousin! I want you to meet someone." She slowly walked over and I stepped forward smiling.
"This is Helen."
"Helen? Helen of Sparta?" She questioned just as her Uncle had done.
"Helen of Troy." I said correcting her before Paris could. I looked back at him and he had a huge smile on his face, despite the fact that we could have started a war for this title. She grinned at me and pulled me into an embrace.
"Well I am glad you are here, Helen." She gave me a firm squeeze and I stood in her arms for a few breif seconds before she backed up and ran back over to the baby.
"Father, I'm going to show Helen around the Palace." Paris said taking my hand and rubbing his fingers against mine, leading me away from the now very crowded room. Priam nodded, slowly walking back over to his throne and took a seat as we walked swiftly away. My dark dress dragged gently on the ground, and I tried to keep up with Paris' pace as he led me around the huge palace, not quiet telling me where we were going.
"Paris...where are we going?" I said trying to make sure I wouldn't trip, or get lost trying to find my way back. He came to a large wooden door, knocking on it a few times then stepping back. His fingers pressed to his lips, telling me to be quiet. He slowly lifted the large wooden lock from the door, letting us in. His fingers wrapped around the torch, grabbing it into his hand as we walked down the large yet narrow path, holding firmly onto my hand. He led my down, and I could hear the trickling of water nearby.
"Where are we?" I whispered as he set down the torch in a holder, leading me under an archway until we were no longer walking on stone, it was now solid dirt under our feet. We came across a bench and we both sat down as I looked around. My eyes traveled upwards, where I expected there to be a ceiling, but realized they had none, and all we could see were the stars.
"Oh Paris...it's beautiful!" I said gasping at the sight of all the beautiful green plants, the tiny creek running by behind us, and the stars twinkling in the sky. He lifted up my hand, kissing it, and then returning it back to its place in my lap. The wind slowly whipped my hair about behind me, and I tucked a piece behind my ear...studying Paris' every inch of skin. My hands slowly trailed up his arms, and we stood as I started to do so. His brilliant blue robes stood out against the pitch black sky. I slowly slid them off his shoulders, letting them drop limply to his sides.His skin glistned in the moonlight. One by one he unclipped the brooches holding up my dress until I was standing before him in nothing, and he the same to I. We ran our fingers over each other's body..teasing each other. Our lips only pressed together breifly and then we would pull apart, moving our noses against one another, and then kiss again. The breathing was stiffled, and our bodies began to sweat in the crisp night air. Paris slowly and reluctantly sank to the ground, letting me lay on top of him. But, after much kissing, he rolled over on top of me, running his fingers through my hair, and kissing beneath my ear. My toes curled up in sheer ecstasy as I clutched onto his lower back, staring into the night sky.