Hello. This chapter was just a default, so the story gets much better. If you don't like the first chapter try to read on anyway. Thank you. xxxxxx
Briseis laid on her bed. It was beautiful, with its royal red covers and the glorious four posts. The only problem was that it wasn't alone Briseis' bed. It also belonged to Mynes, king of Lyrnessus. Briseis was his chosen Queen. She detested the man, despite his power and wealth. Her heart was captured with he cousin Eudaner who was three years her senior. She had never told him of her hopeless love and he never guessed and so Briseis remained a female prize to her detested husband, Mynes.
But an evening, not long ago the King and his companions were slain by an advancing enemy. The hated battle of Troy was in the midst and Mynes and his family had set up camp on the Trojan beach along with his army to help fight with the fighters of Troy. So far they had not been successful and the entire family was slaughtered by the feared Achilles, save Briseis. This brings us to our story at present.
Briseis laid on the floor, dress sticky with her husband's stale blood. Her eyes were wide with fear and not far off she saw Eudaner, dead with a spear sticking out his ribcage. She screamed once more and cried pitiful tears. But Achilles was still in the room and now he was advancing towards her. She screamed for help but all was in vain and soon Achilles had reached her. He was a handsome man of 25 and his skin was tanned and beautiful, his hair long and blonde setting off his deep blue eyes. Briseis shook even harder when he smiled at her and put away his blood stained sword. Losing the will to fight Briseis went limp as the elder man picked her up from the corner she lay frightened in, the images of her family being killed taunted her. Achilles swung her over his shoulder without a word and he took her out into the night. A while it was before the reached the other end of the beach and by this time Achilles had put his female captive down and allowed her to walk, holding her hand as she did so. He reached his tent and he took her in gently, taking care and remembering her intense vulnerability. He lead her to a bunch of cloth and calmly instructed her to sit where he offered her wine and bread. The frightened Queen refused them both. Instead she bowed her head and remained silent and wondered of what was to be become of her. Achilles walked and sat next to her on the cloths and he put his arm around her. She instantly threw him off and tried to crawl away. Achilles let her and he got up and walked over to his bed.
"Please, rest," he said, "I understand this day has not been pleasant and you are weary. I took you from your tent after you family's death because I knew that if I didn't, someone else would. Perhaps someone wicked. Don't be afraid of me. You are my guest from now on."
Briseis found it hard to smile at his words but she was greatly relived that she wouldn't be raped or hurt in any way. She managed to lie down in attempt of sleep. Achilles smiled at her pure beauty and he also rested his head near hers and went to sleep.
He was woken in the night by a rustling. It sounded like clothes were being rummaged though and he knew instantly what his little captive was doing. She was finding a weapon. Soon, as expected, Achilles felt the chill of cold metal against his throat. However, he knew that this small girl would never cut his throat, so instead of worrying he grabbed her skinny arms and he rolled her over so he was on the top. From there he kissed her passionately on the lips and from the gasp the girl underneath him made Achilles knew she was thrilled. He was after all a most attractive being. He slowly but gently lifted up her white dress to reveal her thigh where he placed his strong hand. He caressed he whilst kissing he nick and she clung to him like a child, breathing heavily.
Achilles was already falling in love with the girl and by morning he knew that he would not be parted from her.
Briseis did not want to be parted from Achilles either.