Briseis sat alone in Achilles' tent while he sat at the door in silence
regretting his actions and guarding her, yet still allowing her space. She
could have kissed him for it. No, she told herself do not think like that
it will only lead to trouble!
Briseis knew she must do it tonight. She must cut his throat while she had the courage to do so. Things were happening to fast she must not let her love for him grow any more it was already intoxicating. Before she met Achilles she would have swore on her life she would never fall for a man like she was for Achilles.
What sort of man was Achilles'? She knew very little about him. Despite his occupation, which she could hardly comment about, as it was the same as her own, he was a good man. As good as any man could be who has everything he could ever want riches, glory and women. Briseis frowned at the thought of women she wanted to be the only woman not one of many.
Eventually, Achilles walked in to the tent and threw himself on the bed. Briseis pretend to sleep in the corner, she waited for what seemed like an eternity and then slipped quietly, with the grace of a cat hunting towards his bed. She drew her dagger and pressed it against his throat.
"Do it,"
Briseis was startled and hesitated for a second. This was all it took for Achilles to sweep her into his arms hurl the dagger across the room with a thud and kiss her passionately.
Briseis against her better judgment felt herself begin to respond. She allowed his tongue to explore her inexperienced mouth and returned all of his attentions. She felt his rough hands slipping her dress over her head; she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Achilles began to lay a trail of kisses all the way down her neck. Briseis wanted to stop but she could not she could never go back to being a priestess once he had taken her purity.
"I wont be able to be a priestess after this," she giggled.
"No, but I would have it no other way stay with my Briseis, I love you, I need you my soul aches for you,"
"I don't think that is you soul," She blushed.
Achilles laughed out loud.
"I love you,"
Briseis gave in completely and let herself be loved, not once but several times.
The next morning Briseis woke up in the tent alone. She was terrified, what had she done!
She knew in her heart she could not kill her beloved. She could not return to Troy, she had shamed her family, her people and her self. She stood up slipped on her torn robes and ran out of Achilles' tent. She ran toward the swelling sea and started walking into it deeper and deeper. The salt water began to make her dress heavy. She wanted to end it all, she wanted to walk away from it all to join Neptune in the sea. Achilles saw her.
"Briseis!"
Briseis turned around, looked at him and stopped dead in the water as he rushed towards her and drew her into a tight embrace.
"I was sent to kill you, but I fell in love with you,"
"I am Briseis the Priestess, but I am also Briseis the warrior,"
"I know, I have know since you arrived,"
Achilles smiled and kissed her hair.
"You knew, you played me,"
Briseis slapped Achilles across the face. He had known! How could he had he intended to simply use her and cast her aside. Had she been so naïve as to think he loved her? Her head was spinning!
"I did not play you. I had intended to harm you. Just as you wanted to harm me but I to fell under the sickness of love and could no longer carry out my plans,"
"Leave, return to your people and tell them you were caught. Lie to save your life and your peoples love for you."
"Never, I will not leave you,"
Achilles ran his hands through her hair and kissed her lovingly.
Briseis knew she must do it tonight. She must cut his throat while she had the courage to do so. Things were happening to fast she must not let her love for him grow any more it was already intoxicating. Before she met Achilles she would have swore on her life she would never fall for a man like she was for Achilles.
What sort of man was Achilles'? She knew very little about him. Despite his occupation, which she could hardly comment about, as it was the same as her own, he was a good man. As good as any man could be who has everything he could ever want riches, glory and women. Briseis frowned at the thought of women she wanted to be the only woman not one of many.
Eventually, Achilles walked in to the tent and threw himself on the bed. Briseis pretend to sleep in the corner, she waited for what seemed like an eternity and then slipped quietly, with the grace of a cat hunting towards his bed. She drew her dagger and pressed it against his throat.
"Do it,"
Briseis was startled and hesitated for a second. This was all it took for Achilles to sweep her into his arms hurl the dagger across the room with a thud and kiss her passionately.
Briseis against her better judgment felt herself begin to respond. She allowed his tongue to explore her inexperienced mouth and returned all of his attentions. She felt his rough hands slipping her dress over her head; she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Achilles began to lay a trail of kisses all the way down her neck. Briseis wanted to stop but she could not she could never go back to being a priestess once he had taken her purity.
"I wont be able to be a priestess after this," she giggled.
"No, but I would have it no other way stay with my Briseis, I love you, I need you my soul aches for you,"
"I don't think that is you soul," She blushed.
Achilles laughed out loud.
"I love you,"
Briseis gave in completely and let herself be loved, not once but several times.
The next morning Briseis woke up in the tent alone. She was terrified, what had she done!
She knew in her heart she could not kill her beloved. She could not return to Troy, she had shamed her family, her people and her self. She stood up slipped on her torn robes and ran out of Achilles' tent. She ran toward the swelling sea and started walking into it deeper and deeper. The salt water began to make her dress heavy. She wanted to end it all, she wanted to walk away from it all to join Neptune in the sea. Achilles saw her.
"Briseis!"
Briseis turned around, looked at him and stopped dead in the water as he rushed towards her and drew her into a tight embrace.
"I was sent to kill you, but I fell in love with you,"
"I am Briseis the Priestess, but I am also Briseis the warrior,"
"I know, I have know since you arrived,"
Achilles smiled and kissed her hair.
"You knew, you played me,"
Briseis slapped Achilles across the face. He had known! How could he had he intended to simply use her and cast her aside. Had she been so naïve as to think he loved her? Her head was spinning!
"I did not play you. I had intended to harm you. Just as you wanted to harm me but I to fell under the sickness of love and could no longer carry out my plans,"
"Leave, return to your people and tell them you were caught. Lie to save your life and your peoples love for you."
"Never, I will not leave you,"
Achilles ran his hands through her hair and kissed her lovingly.