First of all the legal stuff: I do not own any of the historical figures.
Chapter One: My Life
How can you love a monster? How can you love a destroyer of nations? How can you love a killer? The entire Trojan population would ask me these questions and probably more if they could.
I was Briseis, the slave-girl to the mighty Prince Achilleus. Now I am his lover. How did this happen? When at first fear would fill my heart at the mention of his name, now love replaces it. I guess it all started that fateful day the Greeks decided to attack my city of King Mynes...
We started to get reports from surrounding cities that they were under siege by the Greeks, who had recently declared war on Troy. The Greeks were being lead by the ruthless warrior Achilleus. It seemed as soon as we sent word that we would aid them news came that that city had fallen. As queen I was present at the presentation of the news, however, my husband, King Mynes always sent me away before details were discussed. I cannot complain about that for I did not care to know the specifics, but as queen I felt it was my duty. I despised the fact I was forced to obey a man who took great pleasure in that I could substitute for a punching bag. The abuse started at our wedding, I guess, for before that, when he was courting me, he was a generous, courteous gentleman who appeared to love me more than power. My father and mother both loved me dearly and knew I was too independent to be settled with a man who treated women as objects, decided that I was to marry Mynes. He was also the best warrior our city had ever seen, so we were betrothed. However, when both my parents had passed away and Mynes claimed the throne I saw how I was deceived. For the day he claimed the throne was the wedding day from hell. I was upset, my father was just buried, but as my duty I must wed the man my father had told me to, and no I did not love him either. That night I went to bed not expecting anything. I thought Mynes understood I did not want to sleep with him. He did not care about my wishes and took my virginity by force that night, claiming he hated me more than death. However, I only had to endure him for those first nights, because as it turned out he preferred to have the company of his charioteer, Alexander, and he just needed me to be king. I was only ten at the time.
Than the reports started to come in that our allies were under attack. I knew Troy had been under siege for a while but it never called for our aid. News grew worse with every city sacked by the great destroyer of nations, Achilleus. Rumors flew about describing how terrible he was, that he was worth an entire army, these stories grew as city after city fell to him.
Than the reports stopped. It seemed that the Greeks were done raiding the countryside. Little did we know that we were their next target. So the city was in a state of shock after six months of silence a report from a scout telling us that the Greeks were marching on us.
Our city lasted longer than the other cities, except Troy, lasting almost three months. Enduring hell when finally one morning the Greeks broke through our defenses. No men survived, as the women huddled in the temple of Zeus...
Chapter One: My Life
How can you love a monster? How can you love a destroyer of nations? How can you love a killer? The entire Trojan population would ask me these questions and probably more if they could.
I was Briseis, the slave-girl to the mighty Prince Achilleus. Now I am his lover. How did this happen? When at first fear would fill my heart at the mention of his name, now love replaces it. I guess it all started that fateful day the Greeks decided to attack my city of King Mynes...
We started to get reports from surrounding cities that they were under siege by the Greeks, who had recently declared war on Troy. The Greeks were being lead by the ruthless warrior Achilleus. It seemed as soon as we sent word that we would aid them news came that that city had fallen. As queen I was present at the presentation of the news, however, my husband, King Mynes always sent me away before details were discussed. I cannot complain about that for I did not care to know the specifics, but as queen I felt it was my duty. I despised the fact I was forced to obey a man who took great pleasure in that I could substitute for a punching bag. The abuse started at our wedding, I guess, for before that, when he was courting me, he was a generous, courteous gentleman who appeared to love me more than power. My father and mother both loved me dearly and knew I was too independent to be settled with a man who treated women as objects, decided that I was to marry Mynes. He was also the best warrior our city had ever seen, so we were betrothed. However, when both my parents had passed away and Mynes claimed the throne I saw how I was deceived. For the day he claimed the throne was the wedding day from hell. I was upset, my father was just buried, but as my duty I must wed the man my father had told me to, and no I did not love him either. That night I went to bed not expecting anything. I thought Mynes understood I did not want to sleep with him. He did not care about my wishes and took my virginity by force that night, claiming he hated me more than death. However, I only had to endure him for those first nights, because as it turned out he preferred to have the company of his charioteer, Alexander, and he just needed me to be king. I was only ten at the time.
Than the reports started to come in that our allies were under attack. I knew Troy had been under siege for a while but it never called for our aid. News grew worse with every city sacked by the great destroyer of nations, Achilleus. Rumors flew about describing how terrible he was, that he was worth an entire army, these stories grew as city after city fell to him.
Than the reports stopped. It seemed that the Greeks were done raiding the countryside. Little did we know that we were their next target. So the city was in a state of shock after six months of silence a report from a scout telling us that the Greeks were marching on us.
Our city lasted longer than the other cities, except Troy, lasting almost three months. Enduring hell when finally one morning the Greeks broke through our defenses. No men survived, as the women huddled in the temple of Zeus...