Forbidden Gods
XIII. Achilles' Plan
Achilles had to be careful of his movements to get Paris, because every mistake he could make was treacherous. "When do you want us to leave?" the player asked. Achilles still gazed at the palace. "At nightfall, when the moon is directly above us in the middle of the night sky."
Inside the palace, Paris didn't at all possess the same alertness of Achilles; instead his attention was on the lovely redhead sitting before him. The prince and his close friends that he made were lounging around in his room. The perfect place to make intimate relations, since being so big and so far away from Agamemnon's concerned agents. "So what's it like being the prince of all the world?" the girl giggled moving her legs to come in contact with Paris' hand. The couple sat on a reclining bench that was like a mini bed if you want to look at it that way. They were the only few young people not lathering each other with their mouths. Paris ran his hand up her knee to her thighs and the other played with her hair. "I'm not that grave of my responsibilities to my country. Something else is on my mind." The girl knew what it was but questioned anyway to be flirtier. "And what is that Paris?"
Paris moved in to whisper something in her ear that made her giggle more. The expression on the two faces gave enough accord of what they were thinking. Their pointless conversation lead to their real desire; of Paris lying on top of the girl, possessing him access to her plumped breasts.
"You there!! What business do you have with the king?" a bulk guard came up to the head of the players, who was a skinny old man. "We are players, hoping that the king would like for us to perform." The man scanned the crowd of players and didn't notice Achilles wrapped up in a shawl. "The king is gone on business and all there is left is the prince. Wait for tomorrow for him and his court to get back from their duties then maybe you can perform for them." The old man thanked the guard for his useful information and turned back to the city for a place to stay for the night. "I'm sorry Achilles but we must wait till tomorrow." The man in a shawl didn't go the same way with the player, but circled around the palace for an accurate opening to go in and out fast.
With the king gone, it made his plan brighter for a finish of simplicity. As Achilles weaved through the halls of the palace with great integrity, he wondered if he and Paris still had a great communion with each other. His worries of their relationship were still lingering in his mind with purity. When the amount of guards increased to a heavy amount of numbers, he pushed the idea for another time so that he can have clarity to plan out his next move. Physically he could take out all of the men that the halls seem to have a great sufficient of. But he knew more would come and never find that moment to get Paris. Luckily sneaking around became an instinctive talent for him theses years.
"Why do you still where those bracelets my lord?" the young girl asked. Paris didn't want to say and wish he didn't toy with them after they made love so she would notice. "Its like a second layer of skin for me." He lied to her sweetly, brushing a fallen piece of strawberry blonde hair out of her eyes. Just by doing that, he could of sworn that she looked like another beauty he had by doing this. She looked at Helen. "What?" she questioned. "Nothing." Helen was in the past; his family was in the past. All of he loved were dead. All but one.
"Paris!!!!!! Someone has killed the guards!!!!!!!" one of his friends shouted from outside the room.