This fic is about the romance between Achilles & Briseis. I know this has probably been done before, but after watching Troy, I couldn't resist!! Whatever… Just read & review. Thanks.
She was sprawled out in a corner, her wrists bound to the pole stuck in the sand behind her back. She glared defiantly at him, unafraid as she did not know who-or what- she was dealing with. He stared back at the girl, neither with anger nor annoyance. He didn't mind that she did not regard him with fear, but was struck by the hatred in her eyes. Fine. He could change that.
"What is your name girl?"
Achilles questioned her casually. The girl blinked but said nothing. She still despised him, Achilles could tell. The girl held her rescuer in no higher regard than her captors. Achilles brushed this piece of information aside as he moved forward to clean her face which was caked with her dried blood. She pushed him aside, a move which he had been expecting, and he flicked the wet cloth at her, hitting her accurately on the nose. She grabbed the cloth from him and glared at him as he fought the urge to laugh. She was unlike any other woman he had ever met. Most of them looked as if they would tear off their clothes the second he mentioned it. This one…She was different.
Clearly, the fact that she was no longer a priestess and was now a mere slave had hit her hard. She was afraid but did not show it. What did he want with her…she dreaded the answer even though it was staring her in the face. What did every man want? She shuddered involuntarily. But through the curtain of jet-black corkscrew curls that she had allowed to fall over her face, obstructing her view partially, she noticed that he was stripping right in front of her! Her first instinct was to look away – she had never seen a naked man before – but she then realized that this was no ordinary man…He was a god.
So she watched him out of the corner of her eye while pretending to be enraged by this display of general indifference to the fact that she was in the room. Although…now she was a slave, she had better get used to it? She found that she didn't seem to mind. Her eyes traveled slowly over his perfectly chiseled chest…lower…and lower. She quickly caught herself. Where was her sense of propriety? But now she didn't seem to have much of a choice did she?
"So, girl, do you have a name?"
She sighed.
"Briseis. Although, this must not be of much importance to you. I am merely your slave."
Achilles donned some clothing and spun around to face her. Did she not know who she was speaking to? Or was that of no difference to her? He growled slightly under his breath. He was going to show her… his train of thought was cut off when a man entered the hut, his eyes curiously taking in the scene before him.
"Agamemnon requests your presence. Now."
Achilles rolled his eyes and swept out of the tent. Couldn't they see that he was busy?
Some people.