The morning sun beat in through the window, shining onto my eyelids. There was a pounding on our door, which resulted in Paris getting up from his spot on the bed, swiftly pulling on his robes. He opened the door to find Hector. I sat up pulling the covers up over my body watching the two brothers storm to the balcony. As they disappeared out of the room, I quickly jumped out of the bed, pulling on a dark blue dress and then following them onto the balcony. I turned the corner, to see them standing against the railing looking out into the distance. The sun shone down on all of Troy, people walking about buying and selling things. Horses drawing carts full of vegetables and all different types of foods paced back and forth throughout the alleys. My eyes followed the horizon, reaching the deep blue sea, and then they stopped. The water was speckled, with tiny white dots.
"It's them. They've come for me." I said starting to hypervenilate, burying my face into Paris' chest. A horn was being blown in the distance and Paris tried to comfort me by rubbing my arm. Hector scowled at us both then turned sharply, taking large steps towards the door. Paris chased after him, and I chased after Paris.
"Do you see what you have done?" Hector yelled throughout the halls as we chased after him.
"This will be the greatest war of all time...and you caused it." Hector said not letting Paris speak. Paris was getting frustrated, and I could tell by the way he kept itching the back of his neck. Paris turned around quickly telling me to go with Briseis and the other preistesses and talk while him and his brother worked things out. Even though I felt uncomfortable I slowly walked over to where they were sitting anyway.
"Oh Helen. Good morning." Briseis said, smiling cheerfully. She had a bowl and her and the other preistesses were mixing together a bunch of different herbs and spices.
"Good morning." I smiled back, looking at all the other beautiful girls by her side. I really admired them, giving up so much for the gods, giving their lives to them. I could never do that.
"Helen...Helen of Sparta?" One of the girls at her sides said. I nodded, not in the mood to correct her.
"You are the one with Paris!" She said scooting closer to me.
"Why did you leave Sparta?" She said looking up at me, waiting for an answer.
"Well, uhh.." I said trying to think of something to say.
"Yeah, were you in love with Menelaus?"
"And did you know you would cause this war?" The questions were being pummeled at me like stones at a dog with three legs. I bit my lip, glancing from girl to girl not knowing what to do or say.
"Ladies, I think we should leave Helen alone." A voice behind me said.
"I'm sure she's had a troubled past couple of days" I turned to see Andromache walking up behind me. She opened her hand, offering me help. I placed my hand in hers, pulling myself off the ground. I looked down at the girls who were now whispering back and forth to each other, and then glanced away. Andromache led me out of the room and to a balcony that peered over the entirety of Troy. The ocean wasn't in view and all we could see were the people of Troy. I ran my fingers over the rigid stone that made up the railing. I looked up at Andromache, her dark hair blowing in the sharp wind, her freckles placed perfectly among her cheeks.
"Do you hate me...for what I have done?" I said quietly, focusing back down on my fingers. She didn't answer right away, and I didn't blame her. My foolishness with Paris causes her husband to go to war. It could be his death, and it would be our fault.
"No, I do not hate you." She said looking down at me. I could see the water shining in her eyes, tears building up.
"I'm really sorry..." I said wrapping my arms around her, comforting her.
"You don't know what it's like. Being married to someone, you hate more then anything else." I studdered, trying not to break down.
"Everyday I woke up, and wanted to drown myself in the sea. It wasn't until Paris arrived in Sparta, that I even had a reason to live." Tears trickled down my cheeks, dropping off my chin and splattering onto the ground.
"I coudn't stay there, I couldn't" Tears fell harder and harder down my cheeks as Andromache stroked the back of my head, now she was the one comforting me.
"I did not mean to cause anyone pain. That was not my intentions."
"Shhh...it's alright. We will get through this, I promise you" I sniffled and looked at Paris who now walked out onto the balcony with Hector at his side. I walked up to Paris and Hector went over to Andromache. I jumped into Paris' arms, I think surprising him at first.
"I love you, more then Poseidon loves the sea, and Zeus loves Hercules." I kissed him frantically on his cheek and he stood bewildered.
"I love you too..but." I cut him off before he could finish.
"I don't regret leaving Sparta. I want to be with you forever." My hands ran over his cheeks quickly, and I kissed him urgently. He clutched me against his body and continued to hush me. I opened my eyes to see all the preistesses watching over us like hawks.When the saw me look at them, they gathered there stuff, standing up and getting ready to leave.
"I must say good-bye to my cousin, they are going to Apollo's temple to gather some things." I nodded, whiping tears from under my eyes. I watched my love walk over to Briseis, and then glanced over my shoulder, noticing Andromache crying into Hector's neck. Hector glared at me, and I bit my lip, slowly walking in Paris' direction.
"It's them. They've come for me." I said starting to hypervenilate, burying my face into Paris' chest. A horn was being blown in the distance and Paris tried to comfort me by rubbing my arm. Hector scowled at us both then turned sharply, taking large steps towards the door. Paris chased after him, and I chased after Paris.
"Do you see what you have done?" Hector yelled throughout the halls as we chased after him.
"This will be the greatest war of all time...and you caused it." Hector said not letting Paris speak. Paris was getting frustrated, and I could tell by the way he kept itching the back of his neck. Paris turned around quickly telling me to go with Briseis and the other preistesses and talk while him and his brother worked things out. Even though I felt uncomfortable I slowly walked over to where they were sitting anyway.
"Oh Helen. Good morning." Briseis said, smiling cheerfully. She had a bowl and her and the other preistesses were mixing together a bunch of different herbs and spices.
"Good morning." I smiled back, looking at all the other beautiful girls by her side. I really admired them, giving up so much for the gods, giving their lives to them. I could never do that.
"Helen...Helen of Sparta?" One of the girls at her sides said. I nodded, not in the mood to correct her.
"You are the one with Paris!" She said scooting closer to me.
"Why did you leave Sparta?" She said looking up at me, waiting for an answer.
"Well, uhh.." I said trying to think of something to say.
"Yeah, were you in love with Menelaus?"
"And did you know you would cause this war?" The questions were being pummeled at me like stones at a dog with three legs. I bit my lip, glancing from girl to girl not knowing what to do or say.
"Ladies, I think we should leave Helen alone." A voice behind me said.
"I'm sure she's had a troubled past couple of days" I turned to see Andromache walking up behind me. She opened her hand, offering me help. I placed my hand in hers, pulling myself off the ground. I looked down at the girls who were now whispering back and forth to each other, and then glanced away. Andromache led me out of the room and to a balcony that peered over the entirety of Troy. The ocean wasn't in view and all we could see were the people of Troy. I ran my fingers over the rigid stone that made up the railing. I looked up at Andromache, her dark hair blowing in the sharp wind, her freckles placed perfectly among her cheeks.
"Do you hate me...for what I have done?" I said quietly, focusing back down on my fingers. She didn't answer right away, and I didn't blame her. My foolishness with Paris causes her husband to go to war. It could be his death, and it would be our fault.
"No, I do not hate you." She said looking down at me. I could see the water shining in her eyes, tears building up.
"I'm really sorry..." I said wrapping my arms around her, comforting her.
"You don't know what it's like. Being married to someone, you hate more then anything else." I studdered, trying not to break down.
"Everyday I woke up, and wanted to drown myself in the sea. It wasn't until Paris arrived in Sparta, that I even had a reason to live." Tears trickled down my cheeks, dropping off my chin and splattering onto the ground.
"I coudn't stay there, I couldn't" Tears fell harder and harder down my cheeks as Andromache stroked the back of my head, now she was the one comforting me.
"I did not mean to cause anyone pain. That was not my intentions."
"Shhh...it's alright. We will get through this, I promise you" I sniffled and looked at Paris who now walked out onto the balcony with Hector at his side. I walked up to Paris and Hector went over to Andromache. I jumped into Paris' arms, I think surprising him at first.
"I love you, more then Poseidon loves the sea, and Zeus loves Hercules." I kissed him frantically on his cheek and he stood bewildered.
"I love you too..but." I cut him off before he could finish.
"I don't regret leaving Sparta. I want to be with you forever." My hands ran over his cheeks quickly, and I kissed him urgently. He clutched me against his body and continued to hush me. I opened my eyes to see all the preistesses watching over us like hawks.When the saw me look at them, they gathered there stuff, standing up and getting ready to leave.
"I must say good-bye to my cousin, they are going to Apollo's temple to gather some things." I nodded, whiping tears from under my eyes. I watched my love walk over to Briseis, and then glanced over my shoulder, noticing Andromache crying into Hector's neck. Hector glared at me, and I bit my lip, slowly walking in Paris' direction.