Time after Time
Summary
Alright, this is a HectorBriseis fanfic. What made her say "No" to all men and why do they act like nothing has happened, when evidently everything has occurred. Strong love, pure love, undying love. Love that would endure the hardest of obstacles...time. Rating subject to change in later chapters. (Read/Review)
Disclaimer- I unfortunately don't own anything related to Troy, well except this story. This is mine and only mine. Mine I tell you out from my own imagination. (Whispers) I'm honestly a very shy girl, but when writing I am unleashed.
Authors Note: Right, this chapter did not turn out like I had planned, but hey it's all right.
Ch.2: Sunday Morning
"Come on, we don't have to be here, if we don't want to" Paris said to Briseis. They were both seating in the front hearing
some boring speech from one of the high priests. "Paris don't be silly, of course we have to be here, what they would say
if we left." Paris looked at her with a questioning face, what was she kidding he wanted to leave and she wanted to stay?
"Who said we have to let them know we are gone?" Briseis had no intention of leaving; she wanted to listen to the lecture.
Hector and Priam were on the other side of Paris, the seating was from King to heir, to son, to princess.
Prim nudged at Hector when he heard a low snore. As Hector tried to pretend he had not been asleep for the last hour or
so he turned to his brother who was smiling for his brother's slip up. "It's not funny" Hector told him, Paris looked at him
and gave a laugh that echoed in the room. The high priest stopped talking, looked at the young Prince then his eyes
traveled to Hector and finally to Priam. His glare told Priam that his sons were at it …..again, well at least Paris. Briseis,
who had been listening attentively, turned around to glance at Hector, she occasionally always gazed at him, but it was only
a gaze nothing more. "You know it's funny, General Hec…." Paris broke in a laugh. Briseis reached and squeezed his
hand, to make him stop laughing.
She was always the one who controlled her cousins; they were always making her laugh. "Listen, get out of here you and
Brie it's too late for me, but you can still get out of it." Hector said containing his laugh. "That's what I've been telling her,
but she wants to stay, I guess" said Paris. "She told you that?" Hector said curiously. "Well, no but she hasn't move since,
I think I should stay for her sake" Paris seemed to understand that sometimes you have to make sacrifices no matter how
small or how boring. "Would you two be quiet" she said almost cross, although she could never be cross at them.
"Paris, jumped a moon and ate a cow" said Hector randomly, she laughed. He loved to make her laugh she was his refuge
when he was down. To Hector, Briseis was the light for his heart. He never really thought about it, but now when he saw
her, he didn't just see the young, sweet girl who always knows when to say the right things, now he saw her differently.
The high priest ended his sermon and everyone stood the King and his family were about to exit the gathering room. Priam
approached his niece and embraced her, he had always been proud of her. She was a light that had illuminated their lives
when his wife died, his sons had been in great pain when their mother died and Briseis parents had died a few years ago,
first her mother than her father so Priam being her only relative and the rightful relative took her in. She wore the princess
title rather loosely she never considered herself a princess, her father and Priam had been cousins and her mother had been
sister to Priam's wife, but she still hanged on to the title "princess" even when she had no intention in marrying royalty.
However, after all she lived in the Palace with the fairest King and the handsomest of men. Hector and Paris sat in the
outside courtyard their armour shun with the sun. They were chatting generally about life and love. Briseis walked out from
the gathering room, Hector saw her as she drew near them. Her brown long locks waved with the wind as did her robes,
white was her color, and white was a symbol of innocence and purity. He was lost in daydream, looking at her and
thinking the obvious he felt he should stop; he did and turned to Paris who had been talking since they had first sat down.
"Dear cousins, what are you doing here? Breakfast is about to be served" she said in a sweet voice. Paris had suddenly
stopped talking; he had noticed that Hector was no longer listening to him. "Come on, we don't want to be last now, do
we?" she reach and took Hector's arm and pulled him towards her. He was nervous of the feelings she had awoken,
together they walked down the corridors.
There ya have it. Tell me what ya think i'll post ch. 3 and 4 in 2 days, well on Monday.