A/N Thanks for the three reviews I received, I tried to add more detail into the Chapter I hope you life it, by the way I added in a line of Shakespeare can any of you readers figure out which one it is?

The Greek Camp

Achilles stood outside his tent staring at the ocean while dawn spread its wings into the sky. He was a great warrior, he was born a warrior, his purpose in life was to fight and to win, but now Achilles found himself thinking that maybe there was more to his life than just war, for a life of war is really no life at all. Achilles now knew why Paris had challenged Menelaus even though he knew he would die, Paris fought for love, not for glory, immortality, or riches, he fought for the woman he loved and in the end was love not the best reason to fight?

Briseis had exited Achilles tent silently and was watching his back as he stared into the deep depths of the Aegean. Maybe, just maybe Briseis had convinced Achilles not to challenge Hector, for even though Hector was a great fighter, Achilles was better. One thousand what if questions raced through Briseis' mind, what if Achilles were to challenge Hector, what if Hector died, what if Achilles died? Would Briseis be capable of loving her cousin's killer, would she be capable of loving her lover's killer?

"I know you are there." Achilles said without turning to face Briseis.

"When do you leave?" Briseis uttered as a tear fell down her cheek.

"Tomorrow." Achilles responded without so much as a hint of emotion.

"Oh" Was Briseis' only reply and it was little more than a whisper.

"You musn't cry, I will not kill your dearest cousin." Achilles replied again with not emotion visible in his voice, "Priestess you are free to go, go back to Troy, embrace your kin, no one will stop you."

"Achilles no, please." Briseis cried, tears freely falling down her face.

"Go." It was a command, the type of command a commander would give to his soldiers, an owner to his slave.

"But,"

"You know I could end your life in one fell swoop." Achilles said still facing the depths of the sea.

"I love you Achilles!"

"What if love is not enough now go back to Troy priestess!"

"Do you love me or not Achilles, for if not I will leave this moment and never come back, but if you love me it is reason enough for me to stay here, even if it is against your will."

"I was born to fight Briseis, the gods have chosen this life for me and none other, I was born to win wars."

"But a life of war is not really a life at all." Briseis fought back, for she knew if she left this beach than she would have lost the man she loves, "Do you love me or not Achilles."

"I…"

"Do you believe in Aphrodite or not Achilles, or is Aries your only god, do you only respect him because you are his equal or because his name will last forever?"

Achilles knew that Briseis had a point, he knew that deep in his heart that he loved her, and he knew that war was no a life, and he knew that he would not be able to live without Briseis, for life seemed worth living when she was around, although Briseis had given no answer the night before when he had asked her to be his wife Achilles knew that Briseis would marry him.

"You wear a mask Achilles, you let no one know how you feel, not even you, so why not for once in your life try being honest with the world?"

Achilles stayed quite for a long moment while starring at his feet, "I can't, but please, don't go, I will not kill Hector, you have my word."

With that Briseis walked back into Achilles' tent without uttering another word.

Hector and Andromache's bedroom

It was dawn and Hector was awake, a naked Andromache was enveloped in his arms, he stared down at her sleeping form wondering if he would ever hold his wife like this again. As if Andromache sensed Hector staring at her she opened her eyes.

"Must you go today? You've been fighting your whole life can you not take one day off?

"If I do not show my face today Achilles will think I am coward."

"Please do not go Hector, I couldn't bear losing you Hector, I could not raise our children alone, I need you." Tears were beginning to fall down Andromache's smooth cheek; Hector whipped them away before they had a chance to roll down her chin.

"Children, you mean your?"

"3 months along."

A/N I promise more HA in the next chapter, hope you like this chapter.