Briseis awoke to see Achilles staring intently at her figure, dwarfed in
the enormous bed, a bed made for loving not for sleeping. She felt heat
prick in her skin under his intent gaze. A feeling surged through her body
that was new to her but entirely unwelcome.
"I trust you slept well?"
"Yes,"
Briseis sat up and shifted uncomfortably, his gaze felt as if it was burning her, and she was worried she was enjoying it.
"You will be safe Priestess, my word is my bond,"
"I have had time to rest on my thoughts and I believe you, mighty Achilles"
"Would you like to have breakfast with me, on the beach perhaps?"
"I would. Will you turn your back while I refresh my self? I am afraid however I have nothing else to wear,"
She pointed with distain to her stained and ripped robes. Achilles vanished from the tent with out a word and returned carrying a simple blue robe, it was simple in design with no flourishes or patterns. Did her know that blue was her favorite color, it had been her fathers and now anything blue had a special place in her heart. Like Achilles eyes she thought, no that is the one exception, she confirmed mentally.
Achilles threw it to Briseis and turned away. He could sense every movement she made it was intoxicating.
Briseis looked at his broad back and before she could catch it. A vision flew through her mind, of her touching those shoulders...kissing them. She shook herself this would not do, no attachment, he must die!
Achilles' breath caught in his throat as he turned around. She was a vision! Not traditionally beautiful like the girls that fell to his feet at home, with long legs bright eyes and light hair. Briseis was more that that she was small and sweet and totally irresistible in his eyes.
They walked towards a plain piece of cloth spread out on the sand, covered in fruits and breads. Briseis subtly scanned the number of men and their equipment. Planning how she could do most damage. She would not let Hector down, he had entrusted Troy's fate to her.
"Achilles can you spare a moment, I need to speak with you?" It was one of Achilles men. He had a kindly look about him despite his weathered face and armor.
Achilles turned to Briseis and gave her, I will be along soon look. Briseis carried on towards the spread of food. She sat down gracefully and looked at the walls of her city. They were so fine how could anyone want to tear them down?
Briseis jumped as she heard a grunt come from behind. The solider with a scar and his three friends were closing in on her. Mighty warrior she was she could not take on four armed men, with no weapons. She felt anxiety claiming her emotions; think she told herself THINK!!
She stood to run but was not quick enough and one of the soldiers fell upon her making lustful noises and fumbling to pull up her dress. The others pinned her arms and legs as she was almost managing to throw of her attacker. She felt something warm, moist and ridged brush against her inner thigh and shuddered with disgust as she realized what it was. She looked up in surprise as the man was torn off of her.
Achilles started beating upon the solider. Briseis was willing to let him continue, one less solider to attack the walls of Troy. She thought better of it and began to beg Achilles to stop; she claimed no one should die on her account. Achilles let the men go with some threatening words and went to Briseis.
"Did they....? Was I too late..."
Tears were forming in his eyes, he had promised her safety and he had failed to protect her, she was so beautiful. Like a flower standing alone in a storm. He lent forward and pulled her close cradling her against his chest. Briseis allowed herself to weep genuine tears and to find comfort in his embrace. The men had nearly been successful. She cried out of fear and for lost pride.
"No, " she sobbed.
Achilles lifted her face in his hand a placed a single delicate kiss on her mouth. In that moment he thought he would die, never before had he felt the feelings this woman could give him from this chase kiss, not even in the wild passions he had experienced in his life, on the battlefield and in his bed.
"I will keep you safe from now on," he promised and he meant it with all his heart. There was nothing he would not do for this woman.
"I trust you slept well?"
"Yes,"
Briseis sat up and shifted uncomfortably, his gaze felt as if it was burning her, and she was worried she was enjoying it.
"You will be safe Priestess, my word is my bond,"
"I have had time to rest on my thoughts and I believe you, mighty Achilles"
"Would you like to have breakfast with me, on the beach perhaps?"
"I would. Will you turn your back while I refresh my self? I am afraid however I have nothing else to wear,"
She pointed with distain to her stained and ripped robes. Achilles vanished from the tent with out a word and returned carrying a simple blue robe, it was simple in design with no flourishes or patterns. Did her know that blue was her favorite color, it had been her fathers and now anything blue had a special place in her heart. Like Achilles eyes she thought, no that is the one exception, she confirmed mentally.
Achilles threw it to Briseis and turned away. He could sense every movement she made it was intoxicating.
Briseis looked at his broad back and before she could catch it. A vision flew through her mind, of her touching those shoulders...kissing them. She shook herself this would not do, no attachment, he must die!
Achilles' breath caught in his throat as he turned around. She was a vision! Not traditionally beautiful like the girls that fell to his feet at home, with long legs bright eyes and light hair. Briseis was more that that she was small and sweet and totally irresistible in his eyes.
They walked towards a plain piece of cloth spread out on the sand, covered in fruits and breads. Briseis subtly scanned the number of men and their equipment. Planning how she could do most damage. She would not let Hector down, he had entrusted Troy's fate to her.
"Achilles can you spare a moment, I need to speak with you?" It was one of Achilles men. He had a kindly look about him despite his weathered face and armor.
Achilles turned to Briseis and gave her, I will be along soon look. Briseis carried on towards the spread of food. She sat down gracefully and looked at the walls of her city. They were so fine how could anyone want to tear them down?
Briseis jumped as she heard a grunt come from behind. The solider with a scar and his three friends were closing in on her. Mighty warrior she was she could not take on four armed men, with no weapons. She felt anxiety claiming her emotions; think she told herself THINK!!
She stood to run but was not quick enough and one of the soldiers fell upon her making lustful noises and fumbling to pull up her dress. The others pinned her arms and legs as she was almost managing to throw of her attacker. She felt something warm, moist and ridged brush against her inner thigh and shuddered with disgust as she realized what it was. She looked up in surprise as the man was torn off of her.
Achilles started beating upon the solider. Briseis was willing to let him continue, one less solider to attack the walls of Troy. She thought better of it and began to beg Achilles to stop; she claimed no one should die on her account. Achilles let the men go with some threatening words and went to Briseis.
"Did they....? Was I too late..."
Tears were forming in his eyes, he had promised her safety and he had failed to protect her, she was so beautiful. Like a flower standing alone in a storm. He lent forward and pulled her close cradling her against his chest. Briseis allowed herself to weep genuine tears and to find comfort in his embrace. The men had nearly been successful. She cried out of fear and for lost pride.
"No, " she sobbed.
Achilles lifted her face in his hand a placed a single delicate kiss on her mouth. In that moment he thought he would die, never before had he felt the feelings this woman could give him from this chase kiss, not even in the wild passions he had experienced in his life, on the battlefield and in his bed.
"I will keep you safe from now on," he promised and he meant it with all his heart. There was nothing he would not do for this woman.