"He did what? I can't believe this, when will he grow up and learn? He's a
son of Troy! War isn't a game anymore like when he was smaller! Summon him
here at once!" She was infuriated. Paris may have been her youngest son,
but he was old enough to make sensible decisions.
"Mother, please leave him be. He hasn't been his self lately" Hector stood up and tried to defend his brother. His mother again had over reacted. How come when he did something wrong it was okay with his mother but when Paris made mistakes she went after him like a venomous snake? Medusa herself had more mercy on her victims than Hecuba did.
"How can I leave him be when he disgraced himself in front of the King of Greece? The war could have been over! Why does he insist on keeping her?" She was seeing red.
"Because...he loves her! Why can't you get that through your head? It's the same way I love Andromache and yet, you seem to have not gotten over that either!" It was true. Hecuba didn't know what Hector saw in her. She was just as fair as any other maid living in Troy, she wasn't rich and she had no noble blood.
"Get out of here" Hecuba pointed her finger to the door, but Hector didn't move.
"NO! I've had enough of this! What changes you have been through I don't know, but listen to me clearly mother, whatever has happened to you to make you so angry, stop directing the rage to Paris and I! We have done nothing to be treated this way!" He walked up silently and handed his mother a white father and walked away.
Hecuba waited until her son had gone and then looked at the feather, "A feather...the sign of a coward..." Her eyes began to mist and soon enough she was crying.
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Helen awoke in the bed, her arms draped over Paris' still sleeping form. The sun was already in the middle of the sky, it was noon and the sun was blazing over Troy fiercely. Had they really slept in that long? She shook Paris' shoulder lightly.
"Wake up, it's noon already" the sound of Helen's voice made Paris' eyes flutter open and he then squinted from the sudden brightness in the room. Her voice reminded him of the old tales of the Sirens, their angelic voices drew men to them, as did Helen's.
"Noon?" He sat up and looked around. It really was that late. He felt as though he had slept the entire day away.
"Yes. I just woke up too, don't feel badly about it" she smiled, "how do you feel?"
"Much better! Like nothing ever happened to me" He leaned in close and planted a kiss on Helen's lips.
"I am happy to hear it" She put her hand on his shoulder to support her weight as she got up from them bed.
They both dressed themselves and then headed over to the dinning area. The halls were lit with the light of Apollo, which was spilling from the windows. People greeted them with much happiness.
"Good morning lord Paris, lady Helen" a young girl waved at them skipping happily in the halls.
Paris smiled and waved, "Good morning"
Everybody seemed to look at them and when they passed by women in the halls would whisper to each other quietly and then greet them with joy.
The servants were exceptionally talkative that morning. Troy was buzzing with news, news of the death of a Greek spy out in the market, and a single arrow with white feathers decorating it was lodged in his back. The arrow belonged to the royal household, to Paris and everyone knew it.
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"How could you be on the Greek's side? Do you not see that the Trojans have a better cause?" Aphrodite was fuming with anger.
"Oh, what would that be? The silly little dramas of the heart? There are much more important things to bear in mind instead of the matters of love!" Hera rolled her eyes, "You practically live in Paris' Palace causing trouble and affection! When will you stop torturing and let them be? One night they are making love and the next night they are fighting! Stop causing uncertainty in Helen's heart!"
"OHH! You're just sore because she is Zeus' and Nemesis' Child and not yours! Get over the matter, you are such a jealous woman!" Aphrodite hissed in complete arrogance. It's true. Zeus had raped Nemesis in the form of a swan and this resulted in an egg that lead to Helen's birth.
"YOU LEAVE THESE MATTERS FOR ME AND MY HUSBAND TO DEAL WITH YOU WRETCHED WOMAN!" Hera then whipped some tears from her eyes, "At least I didn't fall in love with a mortal! When he dies, you shall feel a hurt in your heart that will never be mended and that will be your punishment dear lady. It's one thousand times worse than what I feel, for Helen will die eventually too and with her death my pain will end!"
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"I'm sorry, I have to go send my brother to his doom" Hector looked at his father and then quickly at the ground when he noticed the look he received in response.
"How so?" Priam didn't seem to understand.
"Well...Mother said she wants to speak with him. The reason is to yell at him surely. I'm feeling indecisive about wanting to act as a messenger for her" He hoped he wouldn't infuriate his father for the somewhat rude comment on his mother.
"Yes. I suppose I do. War effects everyone in different ways" He seemed pensive, "There is a feast that will take place in honor of Paris and his noble deed tonight. I would appreciate it if you did not mention a word to her. Tell Paris tomorrow about her wanting a word with him"
Author's Note: ah... the dreaded exam month... sorry about a late update... my exams end tomorrow and then I will be back on writing this story... hopefully you can all forgive me!
"Mother, please leave him be. He hasn't been his self lately" Hector stood up and tried to defend his brother. His mother again had over reacted. How come when he did something wrong it was okay with his mother but when Paris made mistakes she went after him like a venomous snake? Medusa herself had more mercy on her victims than Hecuba did.
"How can I leave him be when he disgraced himself in front of the King of Greece? The war could have been over! Why does he insist on keeping her?" She was seeing red.
"Because...he loves her! Why can't you get that through your head? It's the same way I love Andromache and yet, you seem to have not gotten over that either!" It was true. Hecuba didn't know what Hector saw in her. She was just as fair as any other maid living in Troy, she wasn't rich and she had no noble blood.
"Get out of here" Hecuba pointed her finger to the door, but Hector didn't move.
"NO! I've had enough of this! What changes you have been through I don't know, but listen to me clearly mother, whatever has happened to you to make you so angry, stop directing the rage to Paris and I! We have done nothing to be treated this way!" He walked up silently and handed his mother a white father and walked away.
Hecuba waited until her son had gone and then looked at the feather, "A feather...the sign of a coward..." Her eyes began to mist and soon enough she was crying.
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Helen awoke in the bed, her arms draped over Paris' still sleeping form. The sun was already in the middle of the sky, it was noon and the sun was blazing over Troy fiercely. Had they really slept in that long? She shook Paris' shoulder lightly.
"Wake up, it's noon already" the sound of Helen's voice made Paris' eyes flutter open and he then squinted from the sudden brightness in the room. Her voice reminded him of the old tales of the Sirens, their angelic voices drew men to them, as did Helen's.
"Noon?" He sat up and looked around. It really was that late. He felt as though he had slept the entire day away.
"Yes. I just woke up too, don't feel badly about it" she smiled, "how do you feel?"
"Much better! Like nothing ever happened to me" He leaned in close and planted a kiss on Helen's lips.
"I am happy to hear it" She put her hand on his shoulder to support her weight as she got up from them bed.
They both dressed themselves and then headed over to the dinning area. The halls were lit with the light of Apollo, which was spilling from the windows. People greeted them with much happiness.
"Good morning lord Paris, lady Helen" a young girl waved at them skipping happily in the halls.
Paris smiled and waved, "Good morning"
Everybody seemed to look at them and when they passed by women in the halls would whisper to each other quietly and then greet them with joy.
The servants were exceptionally talkative that morning. Troy was buzzing with news, news of the death of a Greek spy out in the market, and a single arrow with white feathers decorating it was lodged in his back. The arrow belonged to the royal household, to Paris and everyone knew it.
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"How could you be on the Greek's side? Do you not see that the Trojans have a better cause?" Aphrodite was fuming with anger.
"Oh, what would that be? The silly little dramas of the heart? There are much more important things to bear in mind instead of the matters of love!" Hera rolled her eyes, "You practically live in Paris' Palace causing trouble and affection! When will you stop torturing and let them be? One night they are making love and the next night they are fighting! Stop causing uncertainty in Helen's heart!"
"OHH! You're just sore because she is Zeus' and Nemesis' Child and not yours! Get over the matter, you are such a jealous woman!" Aphrodite hissed in complete arrogance. It's true. Zeus had raped Nemesis in the form of a swan and this resulted in an egg that lead to Helen's birth.
"YOU LEAVE THESE MATTERS FOR ME AND MY HUSBAND TO DEAL WITH YOU WRETCHED WOMAN!" Hera then whipped some tears from her eyes, "At least I didn't fall in love with a mortal! When he dies, you shall feel a hurt in your heart that will never be mended and that will be your punishment dear lady. It's one thousand times worse than what I feel, for Helen will die eventually too and with her death my pain will end!"
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"I'm sorry, I have to go send my brother to his doom" Hector looked at his father and then quickly at the ground when he noticed the look he received in response.
"How so?" Priam didn't seem to understand.
"Well...Mother said she wants to speak with him. The reason is to yell at him surely. I'm feeling indecisive about wanting to act as a messenger for her" He hoped he wouldn't infuriate his father for the somewhat rude comment on his mother.
"Yes. I suppose I do. War effects everyone in different ways" He seemed pensive, "There is a feast that will take place in honor of Paris and his noble deed tonight. I would appreciate it if you did not mention a word to her. Tell Paris tomorrow about her wanting a word with him"
Author's Note: ah... the dreaded exam month... sorry about a late update... my exams end tomorrow and then I will be back on writing this story... hopefully you can all forgive me!