Thanks everyone for the lovely reviews! I hope everyone thought the last chapter was good, but I truly thought it was very depressing, but have some hope! Sunlight shines through the clouds of this story. But, you'll have to read this chapter to see what it is! Please be kind in giving the reviews, it has gotten better, so not so much pressure but do keep them coming in if you want long chapters! It is Thursday right now, so I begin the chapters the same day as the update than finish it the next day. So, sometimes, 2 chapters will be updated in a day and some will not. Also, a lot of reviewers asked how Achilles could hear Briseis when she was in the palace and he, was on the beach; I noticed that in the movie, the walls of Troy and the camp was not that far, less than a mile.
Also, people asked why Briseis went to Troy even though Paris was there; Achilles hadn't given her a choice, that was part of the reason why she began to cry, not just being separated from her husband but having to sleep under the same roof with her rapist.
The last question is why wasn't Helen angry that her lover was with another woman; the answer is, Helen was angry but didn't show her emotion, not everyone is up to hear his woman's opinion like Achilles is, that is the kind of guy Paris is.
Okay, well…
Here is…
Chapter Thirty
Achilles sat in the darkness, Hector had told him where her room was and he stared at the window where she was. He saw nothing yet but he would get her back, before his last breath, she would be back in his arms. 'Fight him' a voice said in the back of Achilles' mind as he thought of the ways to retrieve his wife back. He blinked and looked back to the window, her figure could be seen, staring out into the camp. The men were all awake and waiting Achilles' command, all dressed in their intricately designed war uniforms. "We get into the walls and I tell my wife of the plan," Achilles said as he stood from the rock where he sat and took his sword from his waist. The weapon felt lightless in his hands as he boarded his chariot, Patroclus behind him. "Are we actually going to take her back tonight or are we in the means of vengeance?" Patroclus asked as he looked forward, the Trojan Walls coming closer.
"Both," Achilles answered sternly as he lashed the reins that held the horses, saying to go faster. The Trojan Walls were in front of them, about 15 men followed Achilles in the bagging of the palace of Troy. "How shall we get inside? The door opening shall wake everyone." Eudrous asked as they looked at the large, wooden doors that separated Achilles and his lady love. "Climb," Achilles said as he placed his feet on the uneven parts of the stone walls, the climbing part was easy. His calloused hands were bruised from the unusual task, the other men's hands bled. The hard part, on the other hand, was jumping from the top of the wall. Achilles looked to the ground, having no fear, he jumped and landed on his feet. He brushed his knees and looked to Eudrous and Patroclus who seemed to be having second thoughts about the entire idea. "Fine, I'll retrieve her myself." Achilles said angrily as he left his mates on top of the wall!
The streets were quiet except for the occasional street-walker that ran when she saw him coming. "It's Achilles," they whispered when they walked in pairs. He kept his eyes off them and towards the rising palace view. No guards stood outside the doors which surprised Achilles greatly, this was too easy. But he didn't go into the door, even he wasn't stupid enough to do that. He walked the premise, searching for the balcony that would lead him to his waiting wife and child. A crack in a wooded area behind him caught his attention; two men jumped out from behind and tried to slash Achilles, but failed miserably when his sword came flying out and beheaded one of them in the seconds of the release. The second man looked down at his dead friend and back to Achilles; "Spare me!" He said, but even Achilles wasn't in that good of a mood. "I spare no Trojan." he said cruelly as he sliced off that man's head as well. Achilles put away his bloody sword and wiped off the blood that splattered on his arm. He looked above, the balcony stood there, no one on it. Achilles placed his hands on the uneven stones and climbed extremely fast, ignoring the blood on his fingers from the cuts. The marble columns were his levers of pulling himself up.
His blood stained clean, white color and his dirt made it even worse. The glass door, the door leading him into the arms of his beloved were clear and clean, untouched. The bed was empty, but a chair by the door was full, with the body of Briseis. Achilles placed his hands on the cool surface, he didn't want to disturb her but he hadn't known when dawn would come. He winced when the coolness finally reached his fingers, they were still bloodied. His wince hadn't disturbed him, which pleased him. He placed a rigid hand on the handle and turned it slightly, she hadn't moved when he opened the entrance completely and the cool breeze making it's way into the room. His wife, she laid curled up in the chair, wrapped in nothing but the robe she had stole, his blue robe. He hadn't noticed it's absence until now, she loved that robe. Achilles sat down in front of her small body and brought his face close to hers.
He leaned in and kissed her soft lips, his tongue tracing the outline of her mouth. Briseis moaned slightly and opened her eyes, her brown eyes widened in surprise as she sat up. "You are an illusion, why do the gods play with me?" Briseis said as she stood away from Achilles' large form, clinging to the robe. "If I am an illusion, how can I do this?" He asked as he placed his hand on her hair, soft and curly. He took a strand and kissed it gently, rubbing the strand against his cheek. "Smooth and soft, beautiful, just like you my gorgeous angel." Achilles said as he kissed her again, this time slowly, taking time to memorize her curves of her large stomach that protruded greatly. Briseis kissed him with all of her might and wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders. Her small hands placed themselves on his strong chest and pushed him away slightly, breaking their kiss. Achilles looked at her, with a confused look playing on his face. "Take me home." She said quietly as she stood in the light.
It was the first time he noticed the gash above her lip and a scrape and a bruise on her cheeks. "He beat you, I swear I'll kill him!" Achilles said as he took out his sword but was given a sad look from Briseis. "Yes, he did but he wasn't the only one, Priam hurt me too." Briseis said as she stripped off her robe, revealing her back. Achilles winced and turned away when he saw what Priam had done to her; on her back were whip marks, angry slashes splayed themselves across her back. "He made me choose, a thousand whippings or let Paris have me again." Briseis said as she turned away from him, tears filling her eyes. "I'd rather die than have him touch me again." She said as she covered herself again. Achilles frowned at his wife and grabbed her hand, bringing her closer. "When we return, you shall sleep in your own bed and I'll sponge your back, anything you want." Achilles said as he scooped his wife up in his strong arms, careful of her wounded back.
She buried her head into his chest, his hair covering her slightly. Achilles opened the door quietly and slipped outside, the cool air meeting her small body. Briseis shivered slightly in his arms as Achilles held her closely. "I'm so tired," Briseis said as she yawned and buried her head into his broad shoulder. "When we climb and come down, you must hold onto me." Achilles said as he touched the columns with his hand. Briseis awoke from her minor nap to hold onto his neck. Her legs wrapped around his waist tightly as she held herself close to him, her hair nestling between his own. The slide down was smooth and uneventful, Briseis kept going in and out of consciousness which frightened Achilles greatly. On the top of the wall, Patroclus and Eudrous still sat there, annoyed of the fact that their leader had deserted them. But, both had noticed the sleeping Briseis in his arms, and the fury in his face.
She was dressed in his robe, but blood could be seen on her back. "He whipped her," Achilles said angrily as he sat on top of the wall, she still slept in his arms. "I promise of both their deaths." He said, wrath in his voice, he smoothed her back but it stopped when she winced. He winced along with her, he felt her pain and it was his fault she was in pain, the reason she was wounded mentally and physically; it was all his fault…
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Depressing! That I know! I promise that romance will be in the next chapter, most likely a lemon if the reviews come in good. They seemed to do very well yesterday, so I have high hopes! Here are my thank yous!
StarAngel Caelum SunSoar
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Seishi Sairensuno
Lauren
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Mrs.M
Lily
Cap'n Keira Sparrow
Brad's bum is HOT
City Girl Rach
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karen O :)
amy
Lisa Midnight Oceans
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grand admiral chelli
enjorli
Jeeves Swineford
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Thanks again everyone!
Until we meet again,
:angel
Also, people asked why Briseis went to Troy even though Paris was there; Achilles hadn't given her a choice, that was part of the reason why she began to cry, not just being separated from her husband but having to sleep under the same roof with her rapist.
The last question is why wasn't Helen angry that her lover was with another woman; the answer is, Helen was angry but didn't show her emotion, not everyone is up to hear his woman's opinion like Achilles is, that is the kind of guy Paris is.
Okay, well…
Here is…
Chapter Thirty
Achilles sat in the darkness, Hector had told him where her room was and he stared at the window where she was. He saw nothing yet but he would get her back, before his last breath, she would be back in his arms. 'Fight him' a voice said in the back of Achilles' mind as he thought of the ways to retrieve his wife back. He blinked and looked back to the window, her figure could be seen, staring out into the camp. The men were all awake and waiting Achilles' command, all dressed in their intricately designed war uniforms. "We get into the walls and I tell my wife of the plan," Achilles said as he stood from the rock where he sat and took his sword from his waist. The weapon felt lightless in his hands as he boarded his chariot, Patroclus behind him. "Are we actually going to take her back tonight or are we in the means of vengeance?" Patroclus asked as he looked forward, the Trojan Walls coming closer.
"Both," Achilles answered sternly as he lashed the reins that held the horses, saying to go faster. The Trojan Walls were in front of them, about 15 men followed Achilles in the bagging of the palace of Troy. "How shall we get inside? The door opening shall wake everyone." Eudrous asked as they looked at the large, wooden doors that separated Achilles and his lady love. "Climb," Achilles said as he placed his feet on the uneven parts of the stone walls, the climbing part was easy. His calloused hands were bruised from the unusual task, the other men's hands bled. The hard part, on the other hand, was jumping from the top of the wall. Achilles looked to the ground, having no fear, he jumped and landed on his feet. He brushed his knees and looked to Eudrous and Patroclus who seemed to be having second thoughts about the entire idea. "Fine, I'll retrieve her myself." Achilles said angrily as he left his mates on top of the wall!
The streets were quiet except for the occasional street-walker that ran when she saw him coming. "It's Achilles," they whispered when they walked in pairs. He kept his eyes off them and towards the rising palace view. No guards stood outside the doors which surprised Achilles greatly, this was too easy. But he didn't go into the door, even he wasn't stupid enough to do that. He walked the premise, searching for the balcony that would lead him to his waiting wife and child. A crack in a wooded area behind him caught his attention; two men jumped out from behind and tried to slash Achilles, but failed miserably when his sword came flying out and beheaded one of them in the seconds of the release. The second man looked down at his dead friend and back to Achilles; "Spare me!" He said, but even Achilles wasn't in that good of a mood. "I spare no Trojan." he said cruelly as he sliced off that man's head as well. Achilles put away his bloody sword and wiped off the blood that splattered on his arm. He looked above, the balcony stood there, no one on it. Achilles placed his hands on the uneven stones and climbed extremely fast, ignoring the blood on his fingers from the cuts. The marble columns were his levers of pulling himself up.
His blood stained clean, white color and his dirt made it even worse. The glass door, the door leading him into the arms of his beloved were clear and clean, untouched. The bed was empty, but a chair by the door was full, with the body of Briseis. Achilles placed his hands on the cool surface, he didn't want to disturb her but he hadn't known when dawn would come. He winced when the coolness finally reached his fingers, they were still bloodied. His wince hadn't disturbed him, which pleased him. He placed a rigid hand on the handle and turned it slightly, she hadn't moved when he opened the entrance completely and the cool breeze making it's way into the room. His wife, she laid curled up in the chair, wrapped in nothing but the robe she had stole, his blue robe. He hadn't noticed it's absence until now, she loved that robe. Achilles sat down in front of her small body and brought his face close to hers.
He leaned in and kissed her soft lips, his tongue tracing the outline of her mouth. Briseis moaned slightly and opened her eyes, her brown eyes widened in surprise as she sat up. "You are an illusion, why do the gods play with me?" Briseis said as she stood away from Achilles' large form, clinging to the robe. "If I am an illusion, how can I do this?" He asked as he placed his hand on her hair, soft and curly. He took a strand and kissed it gently, rubbing the strand against his cheek. "Smooth and soft, beautiful, just like you my gorgeous angel." Achilles said as he kissed her again, this time slowly, taking time to memorize her curves of her large stomach that protruded greatly. Briseis kissed him with all of her might and wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders. Her small hands placed themselves on his strong chest and pushed him away slightly, breaking their kiss. Achilles looked at her, with a confused look playing on his face. "Take me home." She said quietly as she stood in the light.
It was the first time he noticed the gash above her lip and a scrape and a bruise on her cheeks. "He beat you, I swear I'll kill him!" Achilles said as he took out his sword but was given a sad look from Briseis. "Yes, he did but he wasn't the only one, Priam hurt me too." Briseis said as she stripped off her robe, revealing her back. Achilles winced and turned away when he saw what Priam had done to her; on her back were whip marks, angry slashes splayed themselves across her back. "He made me choose, a thousand whippings or let Paris have me again." Briseis said as she turned away from him, tears filling her eyes. "I'd rather die than have him touch me again." She said as she covered herself again. Achilles frowned at his wife and grabbed her hand, bringing her closer. "When we return, you shall sleep in your own bed and I'll sponge your back, anything you want." Achilles said as he scooped his wife up in his strong arms, careful of her wounded back.
She buried her head into his chest, his hair covering her slightly. Achilles opened the door quietly and slipped outside, the cool air meeting her small body. Briseis shivered slightly in his arms as Achilles held her closely. "I'm so tired," Briseis said as she yawned and buried her head into his broad shoulder. "When we climb and come down, you must hold onto me." Achilles said as he touched the columns with his hand. Briseis awoke from her minor nap to hold onto his neck. Her legs wrapped around his waist tightly as she held herself close to him, her hair nestling between his own. The slide down was smooth and uneventful, Briseis kept going in and out of consciousness which frightened Achilles greatly. On the top of the wall, Patroclus and Eudrous still sat there, annoyed of the fact that their leader had deserted them. But, both had noticed the sleeping Briseis in his arms, and the fury in his face.
She was dressed in his robe, but blood could be seen on her back. "He whipped her," Achilles said angrily as he sat on top of the wall, she still slept in his arms. "I promise of both their deaths." He said, wrath in his voice, he smoothed her back but it stopped when she winced. He winced along with her, he felt her pain and it was his fault she was in pain, the reason she was wounded mentally and physically; it was all his fault…
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Depressing! That I know! I promise that romance will be in the next chapter, most likely a lemon if the reviews come in good. They seemed to do very well yesterday, so I have high hopes! Here are my thank yous!
StarAngel Caelum SunSoar
Sailor Sagittarius
cute4u2003
Silver Magiccraft
Seishi Sairensuno
Lauren
soccerbaby
AVA
???
Mrs.M
Lily
Cap'n Keira Sparrow
Brad's bum is HOT
City Girl Rach
babyg2988
dr3amlvr
karen O :)
amy
Lisa Midnight Oceans
kiersten
grand admiral chelli
enjorli
Jeeves Swineford
nap-003
Thanks again everyone!
Until we meet again,
:angel