Broken:
Trade/A New Life
Disclaimer: I do not own Troy or Homer's poem/story/tale.
Summary: War brings with it many deadly problems and much unneeded stress to those whose lives may appear to be the simplest. What happens when two of those families begin to rely on each other? HA PH M(mestor)OC Chapter 3 is up!
AN: Yesterday I received an interesting review and I am glad that I did. I have decided to change and readapt a few things about this story, as you can note by the change in the summary. The characters will remain the same and so will their personalities, but the way they intertwine with each other will be different. Don't worry it is just a slight change of plans and lucky for me I was at the very beginning of the story so the change is easy enough to make. Please do not fret, the main characters will still remain as detailed as they are and there will be love just not from who you expected. Also there is a back-story that is slowly taking form and sliding in behind all the main gabble. So make sure you catch onto that...(Hint Hint the person in the cloak)! Anyway, on with the story!
%%%%%%%%%%%
Dysis sat perched silently on a stone bench just outside the discussion room where Philander, Hector and King Priam currently resigned. She sat twiddling her fingers and muttering swears and curses under her breath at Kalare for forcing her to appear this way. Her eyes lifted at the sudden burst of incoherent chatter.
"And did you see her wearing that puke green rag?" One maid squealed to her companion.
"It was absolutely repulsive..." Dysis stood carefully making her way to the railing gazing at the two women storming down the stairs.
"Stupid insufferable slags-." Dysis cursed as she spun around hitting straight into another woman. The woman fell backwards nearly collapsing to the floor but lucky for her, her handmaiden was beside her and capable of catching her. "Oh! My lady, do forgive me. I meant no harm." Dysis flew down on one knee her hands firmly clasped together begging for forgiveness.
Andromache righted herself giggling all the while, "Stand up you silly girl." Her eyes were like a deep cave reflecting no light only harboring the darkness that filled every cranny of its existence. She wore a smug smirk and had the most pleasant appearance Dysis had seen in quite a while. "Please, my dear, there was no trouble."
Dysis took the future Queens extended hand as she helped lift her from her bent position. 'Thank you my lady." It was only then that she took notice how tall the woman truly was, in truth almost five inches taller than Dysis herself.
"What is your name?" Her elegant white teeth pulled through her genuine grin while her tresses of free flowing amber hair waved at her back.
"Dysis, daughter of Darrius. My escort, Philander, had trade business to discuss with King Priam and Prince Hector this evening." Shortly Dysis began biting on her lower lip again, a nervous habit that had been passed through her family rather rapidly.
"Well, Dysis, it seems a very boring job for you." Andromache concluded, "have you ever seen the gardens at dusk?" The younger woman shook her head 'no'. "Would you join me then? I was just on my way and I believe tonight I would rather have some company." Her smile had Dysis vote won over several times.
"It would be my pleasure." Dysis followed the enchanting woman out of the palace and down a flight of stone steps to the entrée of the palace courtyard. What a sight it was, Dysis noted, the setting sun spread its orange-pink color over the hedging and through the breaks in leaves of trees. Her eyes quickly trailed over the abundance of various plants taking in all that she could.
"When I first arrived here from Thebe, I was no older than you are now. I would wonder through this garden traipsing the marble and grass for hours on end just debating my feelings and the consequences of them." Andromache took her seat just underneath a miraculous water fountain, which depicted the God Apollo and his twin sister Artemis. "You are a free spirited one, are you not?"
Dysis gave way to her pride and released a smile that the God's would've used. "How can you tell my lady?"
"When you grow up with seven brother's as I did you tend to notice the distinction between certain girls. For instance, you have a tan and several burns on your arms and legs. No woman is supposed to have flesh like a man's; their complexion is to stay milky white all year round. Though truthfully, I don't believe it would suit you." The younger woman nodded as she leaned in inhaling the fragmented sent of another amazing flower. "How many brother's do you have?"
"Two, both younger than me. But the oldest one, Galen, is now part of Troy's vast army. Probably off celebrating with a couple of women and several goblets of wine by now. Don't get me wrong, he's a wonderful lad but as dumb as an ox when he starts drinking." Dysis turned her gaze back towards Andromache whose mood seemed to change suddenly; her eyes were dim and her face drooped in a sorrow filled position though she could hide it well. "Andromache, have I said something that offended you?" She couldn't of been much older than Dysis, maybe twenty-five, but there was something there that made her lose that spark.
"No, Dysis, nothing. You're a sweet woman and I pray you never change. Hold onto that free spirit and never let it go. For if you do, you're true self shall be lost forever." As if to attempt to change the subject to a more joyous tone she spoke of marriage. "So I presume your escort is a suitor of yours?"
"Yes the most persistent son of a dog I've ever known." The pauper's daughter admitted honestly. "I am no regal heir nor do I possess much of anything of value so his interest in me is rather bothersome. To be truthful I'd much rather stay a spinster for the rest of my days and take care of my father's tavern. I would like to stay around and watch my youngest siblings grow knowing that I helped in raising them not be forced to move around all the time trading at every port. Especially now that the war has begun., perhaps I would've felt different if this war would've never sprung up." She peered up at the night sky slowly rolling in over the brilliance of the setting sun.
"Andromache! My dear sister, I believe this poor man is searching for his beloved dove. Perhaps it is wise of you to return her to him?" A young man nearly the same height as Andromache scurried down the garden steps, with Philander at his side, heading over to them. Andromache stood gallantly gazing halfheartedly at her brother in law.
"Well I assure you kind sir, she is yours to take. I merely stole her away for some company, please forgive me." Philander clasped Andromache's hand within his own brushing his lips across her skin seductively.
"Perhaps one time soon, I shall be the one you steel away for some company." His devilish smirk sent Andromache's skin crawling as the appalled Dysis fled from the palace garden.
"You sir have over stepped your bounds, and may I also remind you that my husband is the future King of Troy and if you should ever want to trade in this place again you should try to leave a good impression on me." Her eyes glared down at him ready to swallow him whole at the first chance she could get.
"Oh, I'll leave a good impression on you, my lady." Now standing straight up he winked at her.
Andromache fumed; shoving passed him she made her own way up the steps. "Perhaps you should fetch your betrothed before your deal with her father is broken!" She shouted back at him.
%%%%%%%%%%
Dysis ran through the palace, her sandals snapping under her feet as she slapped them against the marble racing to get away from Philander's vile grasp. She had almost reached the entrance to the Palace, just a mere few steps from freedom, and then she saw him and halted instantly. He pulled up in their chariot waving to her. Dysis took in a sharp breath her hair coming loose from the combs and falling in her face. She sighed to herself walking shakily through the entranceway and out into the bustling streets of Troy.
She stood before him her arms tucked tightly across her chest. "It appears I know the palace better than you, my little dove." He voiced aloud gleaming at her with spite.
"I hate you," Dysis muttered only loud enough for him to hear. She turned her attentions to the two horses at the start of the chariot who were nearly gagging on their bit. Dysis forced herself to walk over to the two animals and began unshackling them from the carriage.
"What in the Gods' name do you think you're doing woman?" He shouted at her, anger rising in his tone.
"Careful Philander, you don't want to upset the almighty ones they might smote you." Dysis pulled herself onto the black stallion with the tan brown spots thoughtfully lashing the other horses harness around her wrist. "By the way, I'm taking back my father's horses, since the deals off and you would rather be perusing other more valuable women. Goodbye Philander, I pray to the Gods' that our paths never cross again."
Philander gripped the rim of the wagon almost breaking it completely off. He wanted so much to just go up and teach that woman a lesson as she deserved but the public eye was upon him.
Trade/A New Life
Disclaimer: I do not own Troy or Homer's poem/story/tale.
Summary: War brings with it many deadly problems and much unneeded stress to those whose lives may appear to be the simplest. What happens when two of those families begin to rely on each other? HA PH M(mestor)OC Chapter 3 is up!
AN: Yesterday I received an interesting review and I am glad that I did. I have decided to change and readapt a few things about this story, as you can note by the change in the summary. The characters will remain the same and so will their personalities, but the way they intertwine with each other will be different. Don't worry it is just a slight change of plans and lucky for me I was at the very beginning of the story so the change is easy enough to make. Please do not fret, the main characters will still remain as detailed as they are and there will be love just not from who you expected. Also there is a back-story that is slowly taking form and sliding in behind all the main gabble. So make sure you catch onto that...(Hint Hint the person in the cloak)! Anyway, on with the story!
%%%%%%%%%%%
Dysis sat perched silently on a stone bench just outside the discussion room where Philander, Hector and King Priam currently resigned. She sat twiddling her fingers and muttering swears and curses under her breath at Kalare for forcing her to appear this way. Her eyes lifted at the sudden burst of incoherent chatter.
"And did you see her wearing that puke green rag?" One maid squealed to her companion.
"It was absolutely repulsive..." Dysis stood carefully making her way to the railing gazing at the two women storming down the stairs.
"Stupid insufferable slags-." Dysis cursed as she spun around hitting straight into another woman. The woman fell backwards nearly collapsing to the floor but lucky for her, her handmaiden was beside her and capable of catching her. "Oh! My lady, do forgive me. I meant no harm." Dysis flew down on one knee her hands firmly clasped together begging for forgiveness.
Andromache righted herself giggling all the while, "Stand up you silly girl." Her eyes were like a deep cave reflecting no light only harboring the darkness that filled every cranny of its existence. She wore a smug smirk and had the most pleasant appearance Dysis had seen in quite a while. "Please, my dear, there was no trouble."
Dysis took the future Queens extended hand as she helped lift her from her bent position. 'Thank you my lady." It was only then that she took notice how tall the woman truly was, in truth almost five inches taller than Dysis herself.
"What is your name?" Her elegant white teeth pulled through her genuine grin while her tresses of free flowing amber hair waved at her back.
"Dysis, daughter of Darrius. My escort, Philander, had trade business to discuss with King Priam and Prince Hector this evening." Shortly Dysis began biting on her lower lip again, a nervous habit that had been passed through her family rather rapidly.
"Well, Dysis, it seems a very boring job for you." Andromache concluded, "have you ever seen the gardens at dusk?" The younger woman shook her head 'no'. "Would you join me then? I was just on my way and I believe tonight I would rather have some company." Her smile had Dysis vote won over several times.
"It would be my pleasure." Dysis followed the enchanting woman out of the palace and down a flight of stone steps to the entrée of the palace courtyard. What a sight it was, Dysis noted, the setting sun spread its orange-pink color over the hedging and through the breaks in leaves of trees. Her eyes quickly trailed over the abundance of various plants taking in all that she could.
"When I first arrived here from Thebe, I was no older than you are now. I would wonder through this garden traipsing the marble and grass for hours on end just debating my feelings and the consequences of them." Andromache took her seat just underneath a miraculous water fountain, which depicted the God Apollo and his twin sister Artemis. "You are a free spirited one, are you not?"
Dysis gave way to her pride and released a smile that the God's would've used. "How can you tell my lady?"
"When you grow up with seven brother's as I did you tend to notice the distinction between certain girls. For instance, you have a tan and several burns on your arms and legs. No woman is supposed to have flesh like a man's; their complexion is to stay milky white all year round. Though truthfully, I don't believe it would suit you." The younger woman nodded as she leaned in inhaling the fragmented sent of another amazing flower. "How many brother's do you have?"
"Two, both younger than me. But the oldest one, Galen, is now part of Troy's vast army. Probably off celebrating with a couple of women and several goblets of wine by now. Don't get me wrong, he's a wonderful lad but as dumb as an ox when he starts drinking." Dysis turned her gaze back towards Andromache whose mood seemed to change suddenly; her eyes were dim and her face drooped in a sorrow filled position though she could hide it well. "Andromache, have I said something that offended you?" She couldn't of been much older than Dysis, maybe twenty-five, but there was something there that made her lose that spark.
"No, Dysis, nothing. You're a sweet woman and I pray you never change. Hold onto that free spirit and never let it go. For if you do, you're true self shall be lost forever." As if to attempt to change the subject to a more joyous tone she spoke of marriage. "So I presume your escort is a suitor of yours?"
"Yes the most persistent son of a dog I've ever known." The pauper's daughter admitted honestly. "I am no regal heir nor do I possess much of anything of value so his interest in me is rather bothersome. To be truthful I'd much rather stay a spinster for the rest of my days and take care of my father's tavern. I would like to stay around and watch my youngest siblings grow knowing that I helped in raising them not be forced to move around all the time trading at every port. Especially now that the war has begun., perhaps I would've felt different if this war would've never sprung up." She peered up at the night sky slowly rolling in over the brilliance of the setting sun.
"Andromache! My dear sister, I believe this poor man is searching for his beloved dove. Perhaps it is wise of you to return her to him?" A young man nearly the same height as Andromache scurried down the garden steps, with Philander at his side, heading over to them. Andromache stood gallantly gazing halfheartedly at her brother in law.
"Well I assure you kind sir, she is yours to take. I merely stole her away for some company, please forgive me." Philander clasped Andromache's hand within his own brushing his lips across her skin seductively.
"Perhaps one time soon, I shall be the one you steel away for some company." His devilish smirk sent Andromache's skin crawling as the appalled Dysis fled from the palace garden.
"You sir have over stepped your bounds, and may I also remind you that my husband is the future King of Troy and if you should ever want to trade in this place again you should try to leave a good impression on me." Her eyes glared down at him ready to swallow him whole at the first chance she could get.
"Oh, I'll leave a good impression on you, my lady." Now standing straight up he winked at her.
Andromache fumed; shoving passed him she made her own way up the steps. "Perhaps you should fetch your betrothed before your deal with her father is broken!" She shouted back at him.
%%%%%%%%%%
Dysis ran through the palace, her sandals snapping under her feet as she slapped them against the marble racing to get away from Philander's vile grasp. She had almost reached the entrance to the Palace, just a mere few steps from freedom, and then she saw him and halted instantly. He pulled up in their chariot waving to her. Dysis took in a sharp breath her hair coming loose from the combs and falling in her face. She sighed to herself walking shakily through the entranceway and out into the bustling streets of Troy.
She stood before him her arms tucked tightly across her chest. "It appears I know the palace better than you, my little dove." He voiced aloud gleaming at her with spite.
"I hate you," Dysis muttered only loud enough for him to hear. She turned her attentions to the two horses at the start of the chariot who were nearly gagging on their bit. Dysis forced herself to walk over to the two animals and began unshackling them from the carriage.
"What in the Gods' name do you think you're doing woman?" He shouted at her, anger rising in his tone.
"Careful Philander, you don't want to upset the almighty ones they might smote you." Dysis pulled herself onto the black stallion with the tan brown spots thoughtfully lashing the other horses harness around her wrist. "By the way, I'm taking back my father's horses, since the deals off and you would rather be perusing other more valuable women. Goodbye Philander, I pray to the Gods' that our paths never cross again."
Philander gripped the rim of the wagon almost breaking it completely off. He wanted so much to just go up and teach that woman a lesson as she deserved but the public eye was upon him.