Captivated
Chapter 2: The Judge
"Our coast is completely gone, thanks to your Spartan!" yelled Hector, eldest prince of Troy and future king. Paris took in all the yelling and screaming from one of Hector's settees. He's been sitting there for the whole evening, listening to the list of faults that he's done in the past week. Importantly of his runnig off with Sparta's queen. Not a word he said to make his beloved brother any angrier at him.
"Tomorrow we will give Helen back to her rightful husband and end this love affair she and you have of each other!"
"NO!" Paris' defiance echoed the room, ringing in Hector's ears.
"She was given to me by the gods themselves! Such a gift should never be taken back or worse, taken away!"
"Paris you can find another woman like her if you look hard enough. She is not that beautiful. I mean"
"No!" Paris interrupted. "No, I will not give her up to those pigs of men! Have you seen the attention Menelaus gives to Helen!! Every week he may go to her bed because all the whores in his house have been used!"
"Paris," Hector began, being more sympathetic to his baby brother. But already Paris walked out of his room, ignoring the calls and beckons of his name. The terrace over the courtyard in Hector's house was the only place he knew he could find sanctuary. He peered into the gardens, hoping to find Helen's beauty to distract him, but he knew she was at his own house. Waiting for him to return, probably sewing on another loom or walking through the gardens.
"There is his!" Hermes pointed out. The two gods arrived to find the prince pouting over the horrors of the world. As Eris came around Hermes to finally see this boy she thought she would be looking at a wimpy young adolescent with barely any facial hair on him. But the surprise stood there leaning on the terrace not noticing the gods.
She was speechless over the godlike features he carried. His frame that was slim but toned nicely, his dark coloring, and most importantly those fine features captured Eris in a state of shock. Hermes knew what she was about to say, but decided to beat her to it.
"Pretty thing, isn't he. All the more reason to feel sorry for him... He has no idea what so ever of the war going above his head." He stood right next to Paris examining him.
"He can't hear us?" Eris questioned.
"Nor see, or sense us. We are no more to him the then air he breaths." Hermes corrected. "But you can revel yourself to him of course. But right now wouldn't be the best; I can sense he's troubled already."
Eris rounded the other side of Paris staring at him in wonder. She now saw the locks on his head were darker then his eyes and she dared to sweep them away from his forehead. At doing so the prince flinched and swatted away at what ever pest that tried to annoy him.
"Well it looks like they can feel us?" Eris stated.
"Yes." Hermes agreed. "Well let's go there's nothing more to see."
"I will stay. Only for a while." She leaned on the terrace that Paris shared with her.
"Okay, but don't stay to long. I know trouble will brew if you do."
"I doubt that this time, Hermes." Eris remarked.
Hermes left Paris' side, but not forgetting to pinch the mortal's high rear, sending Paris to jump. Just a little joke he always played on mortals, especially attractive ones.
"You know the way back." Hermes recalled before vanishing from where he came.
After he left, Eris was finally alone with Paris. She watched his every move while he stared out to the horizon. Eris wondered if it would be wise to reveal her to him. There was no wrong state he was in at the moment. While the question tumbled through her head she heard a familiar giggle behind her.
Eris spun around to meet the goddess of love and beauty laughing behind her back. "I wouldn't laugh if I were you, now that you are in the situation with Hera and Athena!" she spoke as a pink blushed over her cheeks.
"Oh let's not fuss with those two sore crones. I was more interested in visiting my favorite. Until I've found out I'm not the only one who is bewitched by him." Her blonde waves cascade down her back in overflowing layers weaved in with pears and perfumes. Her light pink robes shaded into light blue as they fell to the floor. She now stood where Hermes was, lightly stroking Paris' blue cloak that fell over his back.
"Where did you come from Eris? It has been a while since I've last seen you storm out." Aphrodite's snobby remarks didn't heat Eris' anger as much as her stroking of Paris.
"I was away with Poseidon, hoping to catch a glimpse of one of his many sea creatures. But then I got bored and came back. But I didn't expect to find you in an argument with our mother, Hera."
"She started it! Athena and her both hate me because I am prettier then them!" Aphrodite's blue eyebrows arched with anguish. But when she looked back at Paris, they soften. "And they also want to hurt my Paris because he didn't choose them."
Her words of ownership over Paris sicken Eris in her chest and in disgust left them.
She would have left them in peace if Aphrodite again made her heart stop.
"Will you look at that?" She glided over to Eris' side looking at the answers in her eyes. "You are taken with him, and neither me nor my Eros have made this?!"
"Don't be stupid Aphrodite!! How careless can you be! Why anyone who knew would know I'd never lower myself to love!"
"No one is above love Eris! I know." Aphrodite preached.
"Well then you don't know me!" Eris snapped back. She left Aphrodite in triumph but embarrassed. She was right. There was something that drew Eris to this man and it wasn't his looks. Something stirred inside of him that Eris craved for. What it was, not even she knew.
"Oh, and Aphrodite?" Eris questioned to stop her from going to Paris again. "Hera told me to tell you that she left a present for you in your stables."
Fear and terror welled up in Aphrodite's eyes. "That WITCH!" Was the last sound Aphrodite made before leaving Eris. The goddess followed Aphrodite to see what this present was that the two jealous goddesses left behind for her. No doubt in Eris' mind that it was something pleasant.
Well, this wasn't expected. Yah, I was in the middle of writing another chapter from my other story, Wavering Love when I thought of this one. Just a little side project I thought of doing. Please review on how you think this is going. I am pen to anything. Thanks!