"Harder Hector!" Andromache yelled impatiently.
"I'm trying." Hector groaned.
"Come on!"
"I can't do it any harder!" Hector screamed back.
"You're stronger than I am!" she reasoned.
"I'll bruise it!" he complained.
"No you won't. Keep trying." she encouraged.
"I am. It's as fast as I can go!"
"I'm almost there."
"Wait for me."
"I can't. Hurry up!" she screamed.
"Okay, okay."
Suddenly Hector's horse leapt into a gallop and sped closer to Andromache's.
"Finally!" she nagged.
"I didn't want to kick him too hard. It'd hurt him."
"He's a horse!" she complained.
"I like him better than you." he mocked. Andromache stuck her tongue out at him and turned around on her stallion.
"Tamer of horses." she mumbled. "Come on! We'll never get to the beach at this rate!" she called back to him.
"Alright." he agreed. "I really was afraid I'd hurt him." he explained. "He's an obstinate horse you know. Reminds me of you."
"You've been around horses your whole life and couldn't kick this one hard enough to make him move." she sassed. "I've been on one four times and I got here about an hour before you!"
"Oh, be quiet!" he called. "I can still ride faster than you."
"We'll see." she teased. At that she took off, daring Hector to follow her. He quickly chased his wife down the beach, laughing at her spirit. He knew he'd never get tired of it, and he thanked the gods for such a wonderful woman.
'I hope it's meant to last.' he thought to himself as he rode with his love into the sunset.