Helen pulled against the chains that held her to the wall. She gave up with a grunt of frustration and fell back against the wall. She turned to Paris.

"Do something's you idiot,"

"What would you have me do my love"?

Helen went to lash out at him in a fit of rage. The chains however held her back and she was left struggle ling against them once more. She sat sown on the floor to wait morning when her death would come.

Briseis stood in a white robe before the funeral pyre of the dead King. Hector walked down the wooden steps and turned to watch it burn his arm around Andromache's waist. Briseis felt tears stream down her face freely. Achilles pulled her close and kissed her temple. She buried her face in his chest not wanting to watch and the body went up in flames.

The last flicker stopped and the silent crowd moved back to their daily lives. Achilles took Briseis hand and led her to the great hall where Hectors coronation would take place. It was not custom to have a coronation so soon but Troy was troubled and needed a leader quickly. Briseis had refused the post despite her uncle's wishes and let hector step in for she had not the heart to rule in her uncle's stead.

After Hector had been proclaimed king of Troy and all her provinces. Briseis and Achilles returned to their rooms. Briseis was just about to lie down when the call sounded that the Greeks were attacking Briseis rushed to get ready and Achilles put a hand on her arm and pulled her around.

"You will not fight today,"

"Why?"

"You carry my child I will not see it endangered on the field of battle"

"That is not you choice to make Achilles, my people need to see me there"

"You are due any day, you are in no position to fight, and you can barely walk,"

"I can still wield a blade,"

"Sit you are not to leave this room until I return,"

Briseis slapped him and continued to get ready. She stalked out of the room before he could stop her and slipped into the ranks of the soldiers. Who with a meaning glance moved to shield her from the view of the Enraged Achilles. The gates flew open and the soldiers marched out to meat their fate. Briseis fought valiantly as always but then she felt a sharp pain piece her stomach. She crumpled to the floor just as Achilles spotted her. He ran towards her fending of the Greek who was about to strike. He scooped her up and hurried back to the gates. They were opens swiftly and Briseis was taken to the healer's rooms.

Briseis lay on the bed a haze of pain descending upon her. After a momenet the pain passed and she opened her eye to see Achilles leaning over her stroking her forehead with damp clothe. He smiled at her warmly.

"Don't you dare say I told you so," she whispered.

He smiled and kissed her gently on the lips. The healer hurried in with hot water. And pulled Briseis legs apart to see the progress of the birth. As the healer left Briseis was wracked by another contraction. She swung a punch at Achilles and knocked him on to his bottom.

"You did this to me!" she screamed.

Achilles recovered and rushed back to her side.

"Im sorry, my love Im sorry,"

"You're never touching me again,"

Achilles looked despondent. As if he had been slapped. The healer hurried in the room.

"Don't listen to her, she means it not she is just suffering."

The healer busied her self with preparation and hours went past and still the baby was not come. The healer started to look worried.

"This time you must push hard as you can," she instructed Briseis.

Achilles took her hand and told her to squeeze. Briseis let out a scream and the baby's cries could be heard. Achilles slipped being Briseis and she lent back against him holding their daughter in his arms Achilles kissed her cheek.

"She is beautiful like her mother,"

"What shall we call her?"

"Azaria," Whispered Briseis.

Achilles nodded.

"It's a beautiful name,"

"It was my mothers"

Briseis smiled. The healer took the child away to be cleaned and Shanice came in to help Briseis clean herself and to change in to a loose blue robe. Achilles slipped behind her again and held her close and she drifted asleep against his chest.