Medusa
For some of the day Medusa had taken to following her elder sisters around the palace only to become bored and seek a good time elsewhere. She was sixteen, and the eldest of the 'younger' sisters, which were, Henicea at fourteen, Philomela at thirteen as well as the twins Demosthea and Ethionome at three and the youngest Phegela at two. To Medusa, her family didn't seem like a family at all, but rather one very exclusive council that held court with the king.
Medusa was lucky really, she had a father who loved her, and he did try and make time for all of his children, but when Priam had no time for them, there was always Hecuba, her mother. Hecuba always called on the help of Medusa, partially because she was like a second mother to the girls.
At present however, Medusa was in the mood for trouble. She had passed many of her brothers going back to their wives from watch; she stood and admired how fearsome they looked. She often wondered what it would be like, a life in the Trojan forces but she knew that it would not be the place for her, even if she was male.
It was quite dark by now, probably late at night as she wandered the great sandstone halls, the warm breeze floating up off the Aegean, she was lost in her thoughts until all of a sudden she was grabbed from behind and tossed over a man's shoulder.
"What have we here? A spy? To the king with you!" he said.
"Dius! Put me down!" she said annoyed.
He did. Her brother stood before her still in his armour. "And what are you doing roaming the halls so late?"
Medusa grinned "Why are there so many of my brothers armoured tonight?" she asked.
Dius' face hardened. "That is none of your business, goodnight Medusa" and he walked off.
Medusa was surprised in the sudden turn of her brother's behaviour and watched his figure saunter further into the dark corridors. Perhaps she had touched on something that was not supposed to be touched upon. Whatever it was, Medusa supposed that it would all come to fruition in the morning and soon abandoned any further exploration but retired to her own room to try and piece together the puzzle of the day. Why so many armed soldiers? Why so grim the faces of her brothers? Why the sudden change in Dius' attitude?
"Dearest Apollo" she said out loud to the god whilst unbinding her hair on her bed. "At least I still have you." Apart from her sister Cassandra, Medusa was the second most fanatical women over Apollo and was often envious of his 'advances' towards her. "Wont you give me a sign as to what is going on?!" she sighed falling into the linen sheets and falling asleep.