Selene felt exposed as Adonis led her up from
the dungeons to the main palace. It was quiet all around. What was with
all this quietness in Troy? "Luckily, my father is looking over the
plans for the war at this time," Adonis said leading Selene to a
bathing pool. It was unlike anything she had ever seen. The pool was
the longest she had ever seen. The water was so clear that you could
see the bottom. "You can take a bath here," Adonis said. "I will be
back with clean clothes and some breakfast." Selene turned to him in
her awe. "Thank you," she said kindly. Adonis nodded and walked out of
the room, leaving Selene in the tranquil peace.
Adonis went to Paris' room. Surely Helen would have some clothes to spare. He knocked on the door loudly. Hopefully, Helen was alone. Adonis hated talking to Paris. He loved Hector but hated Paris. It was his fault that women became widows, lost their sons, and put under so much grief. The door opened. He sighed with relief. It was Helen. "Adonis," she said smiling. Adonis enjoyed Helen's company. She was sweet girl who was thrown into this mess. "Hello, Helen," he replied. "Do you have any clothes to spare?" "Why?" she asked opening the door wider. "Um," he said reluctantly. He promised Selene that no one would know she was out of the dungeon. "There is a prisoner and she needs clothes." "She?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Yes," Adonis said, "a woman." "A Greek?" Helen asked. She let Adonis into the room. "Yes." "What is her name?" "Selene," Adonis said. He loved the way it rolled off his tongue. Helen had been taking a drink out of a cup before she choked on it. "Are you okay?" Adonis asked coming over to her. She coughed and nodded before she spoke. "Selene," she said, "is my sister." "What?" "Yes," she said clearing her throat. "Why is she a prisoner? Even better, why is she here?" Adonis shrugged. "I guess she came with the Greeks to battle." Helen sighed with despair. "Well, Paris-." "Can't you make a decision without thinking about Paris' reaction!" Adonis yelled at her. "What is wrong with you, woman?" "Well, excuse me if I always keep in mind what's best for my lover!" she yelled back. "Selene and Paris are not related! He has nothing to worry about her! She's a prisoner!" "What is the problem here?" said a deep voice. Adonis turned around.
Paris had walked into the room while they were arguing. Hopefully, he didn't hear what the arguement was about. "Nothing, Paris," Adonis said stoically. He turned to Helen. "Not all sisters are willing to offer their help." And he walked out of the room, pissed.
Selene came up from under the water and smoothed back her hair. She had almost been there for half an hour. That was enough time in a bath. She swam to the edge of the pool. But as she was lifting herself out of the pool, the door opened. It was Adonis. "Sorry," he started to say, "but I could only get you a-." But he looked up and saw Selene pull herself out of the pool, naked. "Oh my!" he said and turned around. Selene looked down. Everything was exposed. She felt bad and covered herself with her arms. This man probably never saw a naked woman in his life. "I-I could only get you a robe," he continued with his back still towards Selene. He handed it to her. She grabbed it and quickly put it around her body. "Thank you," she said. He turned back around slowly. "There is some fresh fruit waiting in my room," he said. "You can eat there in private while I'm away for a while." Selene nodded. Adonis smiled and led Selene out of the bathing room.
"Here is my room," Adonis said opening a grand door. Upon stepping inside, Selene gasped sliently. It was magnificent. There was a giant bed pushed againt the wall and a big pit in the middle of the room that served as a fireplace. The giant window across from it opened a grand view of the city and its walls. The drapes were made of soft, blue, Egyptian silk and blew in the slight breeze. "Amazing," she said to herself more than Adonis. "You can eat here," he said sweetly, "while I must be away at business with my brother." She nodded, not bothering to look at him. She was still in awe. The door closed behind her as she spotted the delicious-looking fruit sitting atop a smooth table.
Not even bothering to use the knife aside it to cut pieces, Selene took an apple and took a big and ravenous bite into it. The sweet juice of the red entity dripped down the side of her mouth. But as she was well on her way of finishing it, there came a soft knock at the door. Scared, Selene put the apple down and looked around for someplacce to hide. She spotted the bed. It was big enough to fit three people on it. And it had alot of space under it. The door knob turned and Selene lunged under the bed.
"Adonis?" said a little voice. Selene recognized the voice as Helen's. Rage ran through her veins. She saw Helen's bare feet walk across the stone floor and stop next to the table. The apple was on the floor. Apparently, Helen noticed it and bent down to pick it up. Pausing, she looked in Selene's direction. "Selene," she said quietly. "Helen," Selene said under the bed. "What are you doing here?" Helen asked. "To save your ass," Selene replied bitterly. She got out from under the bed and stood tall. "I was the oldest but you were the tallest," Helen said smiling. "Why are you here, sister?" Selene asked crossing her arms. "Adonis came to me to get you clothes," she said looking outside the window. Selene looked down. "And you didn't give him any," Selene finished for her. "I only had Paris' well-being in mind!" Helen defended. "Oh, so you put lovers before family?!" Selene yelled at her. Helen didn't reply. "I'll leave and suffer for you in the dungeon because I still love you," Selene said crossly. She made for the door. But Adonis was standing there. "Where are you going?" he asked sorrowfully. "I knew it was a bad idea to accept your kindness," she said to him. She felt horrible. But she turned to Helen. "I see that some don't have your good heart." And walked out of the room.
"Why did you come here?" Adonis asked Helen. "To ask you something," Helen said crossing her arms, "but I found a little surprise hiding under your bed." "You probably scared her!" he yelled. Everyone was making him so angry. "She came here to eat in privacy." "You know if either Hector or Paris catch word of this, you're in trouble," Helen said. "I don't care about Hector, Paris, or even my father!" he yelled. It echoed down the hall and carried on outside. Birds took flight because of his putburst. Helen looked crossly at him and left his room without a word. Adonis sighed out of frustration. He couldn't deny it. He had feelings for Selene.
That night, when Hector came back, his father held a meeting. All were there except for Paris. He was still recovering from his wound. Adonis sat to the left of his father while Hector was on the right. They were discussing the war. Adonis' mind drifted from the heated conversation but was brought back to reality when he heard someone mention a Greek prisoner. "Adonis?" Hector said. "You went this morning and met the prisoner, correct?" "As you had asked me," Adonis said defiantly. "Tell us about him." "Well, she -." "Wait," Hector interrupted. "The prisoner is a woman?" "That is correct brother. She came her with the Greeks to fight to win back Helen. At least that was what she told me. Her name is Selene and she has thick, long, black hair and black eyes. Her skin looks soft." It was his duty to report what the prisoner looked like no matter how hard it was. And surely this was difficult.
Murmurs of approval and apparent lust came from all around him. "Is she a virgin?" someone asked. "I do not know that much about her." The murmurs continued until King Priam, Hector and Adonis' father, spoke. "This prisoner shall be used for entertainment," he said clearly. The congregation cheered. "But," he said sternly, "no harm shall come to her and she will remain untouched." No one publicly objected but Adonis knew there were disappointments. King Priam turned to Adonis. "You will go to her tomorrow and tell her what we have decided," he said. Adonis swallowed hard. "As you wish, Father," he said breathelssly.
Adonis went to Paris' room. Surely Helen would have some clothes to spare. He knocked on the door loudly. Hopefully, Helen was alone. Adonis hated talking to Paris. He loved Hector but hated Paris. It was his fault that women became widows, lost their sons, and put under so much grief. The door opened. He sighed with relief. It was Helen. "Adonis," she said smiling. Adonis enjoyed Helen's company. She was sweet girl who was thrown into this mess. "Hello, Helen," he replied. "Do you have any clothes to spare?" "Why?" she asked opening the door wider. "Um," he said reluctantly. He promised Selene that no one would know she was out of the dungeon. "There is a prisoner and she needs clothes." "She?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Yes," Adonis said, "a woman." "A Greek?" Helen asked. She let Adonis into the room. "Yes." "What is her name?" "Selene," Adonis said. He loved the way it rolled off his tongue. Helen had been taking a drink out of a cup before she choked on it. "Are you okay?" Adonis asked coming over to her. She coughed and nodded before she spoke. "Selene," she said, "is my sister." "What?" "Yes," she said clearing her throat. "Why is she a prisoner? Even better, why is she here?" Adonis shrugged. "I guess she came with the Greeks to battle." Helen sighed with despair. "Well, Paris-." "Can't you make a decision without thinking about Paris' reaction!" Adonis yelled at her. "What is wrong with you, woman?" "Well, excuse me if I always keep in mind what's best for my lover!" she yelled back. "Selene and Paris are not related! He has nothing to worry about her! She's a prisoner!" "What is the problem here?" said a deep voice. Adonis turned around.
Paris had walked into the room while they were arguing. Hopefully, he didn't hear what the arguement was about. "Nothing, Paris," Adonis said stoically. He turned to Helen. "Not all sisters are willing to offer their help." And he walked out of the room, pissed.
Selene came up from under the water and smoothed back her hair. She had almost been there for half an hour. That was enough time in a bath. She swam to the edge of the pool. But as she was lifting herself out of the pool, the door opened. It was Adonis. "Sorry," he started to say, "but I could only get you a-." But he looked up and saw Selene pull herself out of the pool, naked. "Oh my!" he said and turned around. Selene looked down. Everything was exposed. She felt bad and covered herself with her arms. This man probably never saw a naked woman in his life. "I-I could only get you a robe," he continued with his back still towards Selene. He handed it to her. She grabbed it and quickly put it around her body. "Thank you," she said. He turned back around slowly. "There is some fresh fruit waiting in my room," he said. "You can eat there in private while I'm away for a while." Selene nodded. Adonis smiled and led Selene out of the bathing room.
"Here is my room," Adonis said opening a grand door. Upon stepping inside, Selene gasped sliently. It was magnificent. There was a giant bed pushed againt the wall and a big pit in the middle of the room that served as a fireplace. The giant window across from it opened a grand view of the city and its walls. The drapes were made of soft, blue, Egyptian silk and blew in the slight breeze. "Amazing," she said to herself more than Adonis. "You can eat here," he said sweetly, "while I must be away at business with my brother." She nodded, not bothering to look at him. She was still in awe. The door closed behind her as she spotted the delicious-looking fruit sitting atop a smooth table.
Not even bothering to use the knife aside it to cut pieces, Selene took an apple and took a big and ravenous bite into it. The sweet juice of the red entity dripped down the side of her mouth. But as she was well on her way of finishing it, there came a soft knock at the door. Scared, Selene put the apple down and looked around for someplacce to hide. She spotted the bed. It was big enough to fit three people on it. And it had alot of space under it. The door knob turned and Selene lunged under the bed.
"Adonis?" said a little voice. Selene recognized the voice as Helen's. Rage ran through her veins. She saw Helen's bare feet walk across the stone floor and stop next to the table. The apple was on the floor. Apparently, Helen noticed it and bent down to pick it up. Pausing, she looked in Selene's direction. "Selene," she said quietly. "Helen," Selene said under the bed. "What are you doing here?" Helen asked. "To save your ass," Selene replied bitterly. She got out from under the bed and stood tall. "I was the oldest but you were the tallest," Helen said smiling. "Why are you here, sister?" Selene asked crossing her arms. "Adonis came to me to get you clothes," she said looking outside the window. Selene looked down. "And you didn't give him any," Selene finished for her. "I only had Paris' well-being in mind!" Helen defended. "Oh, so you put lovers before family?!" Selene yelled at her. Helen didn't reply. "I'll leave and suffer for you in the dungeon because I still love you," Selene said crossly. She made for the door. But Adonis was standing there. "Where are you going?" he asked sorrowfully. "I knew it was a bad idea to accept your kindness," she said to him. She felt horrible. But she turned to Helen. "I see that some don't have your good heart." And walked out of the room.
"Why did you come here?" Adonis asked Helen. "To ask you something," Helen said crossing her arms, "but I found a little surprise hiding under your bed." "You probably scared her!" he yelled. Everyone was making him so angry. "She came here to eat in privacy." "You know if either Hector or Paris catch word of this, you're in trouble," Helen said. "I don't care about Hector, Paris, or even my father!" he yelled. It echoed down the hall and carried on outside. Birds took flight because of his putburst. Helen looked crossly at him and left his room without a word. Adonis sighed out of frustration. He couldn't deny it. He had feelings for Selene.
That night, when Hector came back, his father held a meeting. All were there except for Paris. He was still recovering from his wound. Adonis sat to the left of his father while Hector was on the right. They were discussing the war. Adonis' mind drifted from the heated conversation but was brought back to reality when he heard someone mention a Greek prisoner. "Adonis?" Hector said. "You went this morning and met the prisoner, correct?" "As you had asked me," Adonis said defiantly. "Tell us about him." "Well, she -." "Wait," Hector interrupted. "The prisoner is a woman?" "That is correct brother. She came her with the Greeks to fight to win back Helen. At least that was what she told me. Her name is Selene and she has thick, long, black hair and black eyes. Her skin looks soft." It was his duty to report what the prisoner looked like no matter how hard it was. And surely this was difficult.
Murmurs of approval and apparent lust came from all around him. "Is she a virgin?" someone asked. "I do not know that much about her." The murmurs continued until King Priam, Hector and Adonis' father, spoke. "This prisoner shall be used for entertainment," he said clearly. The congregation cheered. "But," he said sternly, "no harm shall come to her and she will remain untouched." No one publicly objected but Adonis knew there were disappointments. King Priam turned to Adonis. "You will go to her tomorrow and tell her what we have decided," he said. Adonis swallowed hard. "As you wish, Father," he said breathelssly.