"You won't tell Hector? Please, Priam, you know this will just cause him further anger. He has enough to worry about with the army, Troy, and now everything that's happened." I begged of my father-in-law.
Seated in yet a different bedroom.
By a weeks time, I would have seen the entire palace. Though I'd not yet seen the bedroom, I'd been sick all day. Seated in the pivate bath chambers in the bedroom. I had expelled the lamb, and everything I'd eaten in the past few days. Not from the posion, no. But from the drink Padme and I both had been given.
To speak truthfully, I'd rather have dealt with the poison.
"Do not worry, Andromache, Hector is out in the surrounding woods. He won't be informed until he returns, unless my messenger finds him sooner." Priam told me, he was seated beside me on a bucket. I held one in my own hands.
Priam held my long hair when I was sick.
It was not his words but his tone that alerted me, "Who is your messenger?"
His blue eyes gave nothing away. "Cassandra."
I groaned and sagged back against the wall.
"Andromache, being poisoned is something a husband needs to know."
Maybe, but that did not apply to my own. Hector had enough to worry about as it was.
"It'll just anger him," I told Priam. Who was well aware of his son's temper. As was Paris, whom was seated outside the hall, listening. The young prince had been there since I was brought in.
"That is true, but if someone is trying to do away with a Princess of Troy. Hector has every right to be angry, and between you and I alone." Priam spoke, I leaned my head on his arm and listened, "If people see how Hector reacts to this. They will not be so eager to try again. Our people need to see what he is capable of, when he becomes King one day, as do I. In truth I have never seen him angry."
I looked to Priam, puzzled.
"I've seen him angry as a boy. As a soldier in Troy. But never has anyone dared to try and hurt him, to take something so dear to his heart. As bad as it sounds, I am curious as to what he will do."
I sighed and leaned on Priam. "Who do you think it is?"
Priam gazed around the small bath. It was a plain room with little decor, it's simplicity was beautiful. He kissed the top of my head, "I do not know. But my daughter thinks it is someone within the palace walls."
"What do you think," I asked again.
Priam put a arm around my shoulders. "I will not say. My mind is telling me what I should do, but my heart won't listen. I've told both Hector and Cassandra, they both have their own say."
Wisely I did not press Priam past that. Instead I let him hold me, until I had to throw up again, even then he stayed at my side and held my hair.