Authors Note, Ok so you people are probably getting really tired of my authors notes. Well sue me! (Please don't) Anywho, I received an e-mail from my fellow Banatic out in California. It turns out she had been cruisen through this website and came over a review that perked her interest. So I am writing a small Hector and Andromache because of it. (Please don't sue me ) So enjoy! I just put it here to appease one of my favorite critics, to keep everything in order! Also I am adding in Briseis, in the movie she was about ten years younger then Hector so she's a little tyke in here. If anyone knows any different tell me in a review or something so I can edit it.

I was miserable and it was Hectors fault. For two months I'd been the happiest woman in Troy, now I was reduced to a moody hysterical ball of nerves. He'd been called out to wall at the end of two months. Two Months! Could the man have waited to have their war perhaps a year longer? I had two mere months with my beloved and then he had to go. Vile Greeks.

For the first month I had done well, I had remained composed and courtly, I even attended breakfast with Hecuba in the gardens to appease Priam. Padme set down a matt in Hector and my bedroom so I would not be alone and Paris took me out once every few days.

When the second month came I was nervous. I would watch the ocean for ships. My mother-in-law was getting on my nerve and I snuck out when Paris didn't take me, Padme even accompanied me in the temple to pray, though she had her own Gods.

When the third month came I no longer waited for Paris to take me out, I would leave the palace whenever I wished. I spent more time with Priam then I did with Hecuba. I would watch Hectors cousins' daughter while she went into the market, Briseis was little but she soothed me. There was something about the little girl of four summers that made me smile and vanquished my mood.

The fourth month was horror, I woke in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. My breath taken from me. I woke gasping, my chest heaved as if I had run all the way to Thebe from Troy. Tears streamed down my face from the dream. I pushed my hair out of my face, pieces clung to my clammy skin and tear streaked face.

It was the same dream again.

Hectors ship had come into Troy but Hector wasn't on it, I ran into the ship and looked all around to find the entire undercarriage was full of dead Trojans. I would turn around to run back to the palace but my husband stood behind me, dead. The dock was covered in blood. The entire ocean was made of blood, and then I woke.

It was the same dream every night for the past month.

I hadn't slept for a full night in weeks, instead I walked through the palace or wove. I had woven three new dresses and a blanket. I would weave until my hands were raw and bruised.

Not tonight, my hands trembled far too much. They trembled as if I were chilled to the bone. But the hot humid summer night came through the open windows in my bedroom. I fell back into the damp bed and decided I needed to get something to drink, something to calm my nerves. I rolled onto my side and saw Padme in a deep sleep. She hadn't woken with me.

Instead of waking her I slid from bed and pulled on my robe, with one last look at my sleeping friend I slid from my chambers. While I walked I tied my robe and lifted my damp hair from the back of it. The palace was silent at this ungodly hour. I crept out of my chambers and down the halls.

The marble floors were warm beneath my chilled feet. Still I trembled, my hands felt as if they were ice. It was a horrible summer for more reasons then one.

I wound my way through the halls, it had taken a month to find my way around them but finally I had accomplished it. On my way to the kitchen I passed what was known as nothing more then a sitting room. There was no more then a simple sofa, some plants, and a beautiful view of the ocean in the room. But when I passed it I had to stop and take another look, Priam sat upon the sofa.

Dressed in a similar fashion, he looked out at the ocean with an intense gaze.

I smiled and walked into the room, "Why are you up so late My King?"

Priam turned and made a face at me, "How many times must I tell you Andromache? You may call me Priam, Father, anything you wish but that title! It has grown annoying from you with all the time I spend in your company." While he spoke he patted the seat beside him on the sofa. I took a seat and looked out at the ocean, "You're waiting for Hector? Do you know something I don't?"

Priam took my hands and seemed surprised at how cold they were. He then took my other and held them within his own, "He should be home any day. Did you have another dream?"

I nodded, but never would I tell him of what. I would construct some fanciful tale before I told him the truth.

"Andromache I worry about you. You hardly eat a entire meal, you don't sleep and you wander about all day when you don't scream at people for the slightest provocation."

His words were true, "I'm sorry."

Priam gave my hands a squeeze, "Don't be, you have every reason to fear for your husband. Your fear pleases me."

I looked sharply at the man, who quickly added, "It shows how much you truly love my son. You're a good woman Andromache. I just ask when you throw things to stop throwing marble and bronze. Paris still has a knot on his head from the bronze sculpture you sent his way a few days ago."

Fine, I kissed Priam's forehead and stood, "I'll throw things that will break upon contact."

Priam nodded, "Good."

"I am off to the kitchen, would you like something?"

Priam shook his head, "No. Try to get some sleep, you look exhausted."

I could not help but smile. I was exhausted, but if I went to sleep I would dream that dream, and I couldn't have that dream again.