Achilles placed Briseis down on the sandy floor of his tent. It was warm
against her legs. She looked up at him from behind her matted brown hair.
Achilles knelt down in front of her and looked at her, genuine concern
showing in his handsome face. His muscles outlined nicely by the warm light
coming in thought the tent doorway.
"They hurt you, let me tend you wounds,"
Achilles reached for a bowl of water, and began to dab Briseis cut lip. Briseis carefully masked her face with fear and shy admiration despite the stinging sensation burning her lip. Achilles must think that she was a weak priestess, who adored him.
"What is you name fair one?" He question in a husky voice.
"Briseis, priestess of Apollo,"
"You have sprit. I can see it in your eye, I can not imagine the guards took you easily," He smiled at this thought.
"Perhaps, but they still took me did they not? I am still in an enemy camp,"
Achilles looked in to her eyes, they were a deep brown, beautiful he though. He resisted the urge to reach out to her and quickly stood up and turned away. He did not like the feelings she provoked in him.
"You should get some sleep," Achilles ordered.
"I would sooner sleep in a snake pit, I might be safer!"
"You will be safe her, priestess I promise you that,"
"I am to trust your word, he who would slaughter my people?"
"Trust it or not, it is of little concern to me,"
"I would sleep if you would stay and watch over me, for I fear your men,"
"I have many concerns, my time is in high demand," he snorted.
"You have not the time to watch over me while I sleep?" she pleaded.
Achilles felt something in his heart stir, this girl was testing him, and teasing him to see how much power she held over him. For once in his life he did not want to fight he wanted to succumb utterly. He wanted nothing more that to lay with the Priestess and loose himself in her.
"I will stay, a long as I can,"
"Thank you, Achilles I will sleep in peace, for although my words speak doubt my heart tells me to trust you,"
Briseis lay down on his bed, closed her eyes and curled in to a ball. Perhaps this would not be too hard. He seemed to be swallowing her story hook, line and sinker.
Achilles sat on the far side of the tent and watched her sleep. Soon her breathing became deep and steady. He smiled, strolled over to the bed and lay next to her, keeping a respectful distance. She would never know they shared a bed he would awake and move before she awoke.
"They hurt you, let me tend you wounds,"
Achilles reached for a bowl of water, and began to dab Briseis cut lip. Briseis carefully masked her face with fear and shy admiration despite the stinging sensation burning her lip. Achilles must think that she was a weak priestess, who adored him.
"What is you name fair one?" He question in a husky voice.
"Briseis, priestess of Apollo,"
"You have sprit. I can see it in your eye, I can not imagine the guards took you easily," He smiled at this thought.
"Perhaps, but they still took me did they not? I am still in an enemy camp,"
Achilles looked in to her eyes, they were a deep brown, beautiful he though. He resisted the urge to reach out to her and quickly stood up and turned away. He did not like the feelings she provoked in him.
"You should get some sleep," Achilles ordered.
"I would sooner sleep in a snake pit, I might be safer!"
"You will be safe her, priestess I promise you that,"
"I am to trust your word, he who would slaughter my people?"
"Trust it or not, it is of little concern to me,"
"I would sleep if you would stay and watch over me, for I fear your men,"
"I have many concerns, my time is in high demand," he snorted.
"You have not the time to watch over me while I sleep?" she pleaded.
Achilles felt something in his heart stir, this girl was testing him, and teasing him to see how much power she held over him. For once in his life he did not want to fight he wanted to succumb utterly. He wanted nothing more that to lay with the Priestess and loose himself in her.
"I will stay, a long as I can,"
"Thank you, Achilles I will sleep in peace, for although my words speak doubt my heart tells me to trust you,"
Briseis lay down on his bed, closed her eyes and curled in to a ball. Perhaps this would not be too hard. He seemed to be swallowing her story hook, line and sinker.
Achilles sat on the far side of the tent and watched her sleep. Soon her breathing became deep and steady. He smiled, strolled over to the bed and lay next to her, keeping a respectful distance. She would never know they shared a bed he would awake and move before she awoke.