Abduction Of A Princess
By: Sheiado
Author's Note: AND HERE IT IS! Whew! Thank you for all your patience on the appearance of our hunky blonde hero LOL! The eye candy has come... kinda. Okay, I knew I had to put this chapter up 'cause otherwise chaosity probably would've had my head! lmao. Thanks to everyone for their reviews 'cause that's what keeps me going and I'm glad ppl love my "spunky" Briseis lol.
As for the review for my first page... well, I wrote that in less than 30 seconds, I can't even remember what I said unless if I go back and reread it but my intention was to pretty much to let ppl know what I am basing my own shit on, the relationships, and how I'm doing this. So, I'm not going to say anything further on that. The next chapters will be about our favorite couple becoming closer (so I'm sure alot of ppl will be excited about that)...
Chapter Eight: A New Master
She reached and clawed for him as her vision faded, her mouth moving to voice incoherent pleas of her protector and favored brother. Ropes bonded her hands together, its thick texture searing and chafing the delicate skin of her wrists and preventing any further movement of retaliation. The lids of her soft brown eyes opened weakly, a vision of rippling, soft trails of sand and a blur of rotating feet catching her attention. She felt herself being carried as if she were nothing, tossed limply over a rigid shoulder of a man as if she were nothing more than a mere sack of flour.
The overseer, she groggily began to realize, must have knocked her out cold, for all she remembered after exiting out of Agamemnon's tent was his snide words and the movement of his arm extending toward her. Then she remembered nothing.
Her vision swam in and out of focus, the effect making Briseis want to fall back into the arms of darkness and unconsciousness. It would be only there that she would find safety and peace. There she would be unfeeling to the world and the villains around her. But her curiosity and fear got the better of her and so, she remained wakeful.
She groaned softly as her awareness became heightened, her senses awakening to not only sight, but sound and smell as well. She could hear whispering, low murmurs of masculine voices around her and the sound of the ocean, roaring water clashing intensely against the earth in natural defiance. She smelled the air, only to cough in reaction to the overwhelming stench of salt and smoke.
She tried to shift from her position on the man carrying her, noticing for the first time that it was not the overseer, but a different man holding her. He was taller and more muscular and the hands grasping her legs held far more strength than her former captor. "Easy woman," he warned softly, his stride along the sands never breaking as he proceeded forward, "It is better if you not put up a struggle."
Did he think he was the first to tell her of such a warning? Briseis gritted her teeth, her mind moving from brief disorientation to anger. She was tired of being treated like nothing more than cattle and now that she felt abandoned by everyone, her own family included, she cared not for warnings made by a Greek.
She remembered now where she was headed and to whom she was to be given to. Let the Greeks kill her! Let Achilles murder her for "her defiance", she cared no more! All she wished now was for death, for her dream marked a warning to her. It had been an omen sent by Apollo, her bloodline's guardian, to tell her that her family no longer sought to find her. She was on her own.
"I can walk," Briseis hissed, her legs attempting to kick out at him.
He held her tighter, making her even angrier. "Aye," he agreed, "but then you can also run and I cannot allow it for I am to give you as prize to My Lord."
"You are a fool then," She spat, furious. "You Greeks are despicable. You treat women as if they were nothing more than livestock and possessions!"
Eudorus only cracked a smile, unfazed by her heated comments. "They told me you were a spirited one," he replied, "and they, for certain, were not lying... I think my Lord will be very amused with you. You have quite a tongue, My Lady."
He gave the title mockingly, obviously trying to bait her further into conflict. Briseis huffed and pounded her tied hands against his back angrily. "Put me down you swine for I can walk myself!"
"The answer is no and we are almost there."
Briseis continued to struggle, albeit in vain as he continued to tighten his grasp. They must have been walking for awhile, for there were few men out and the area was practically deserted. "What kind of great warrior camps far from his own pig-of-a-king anyway? Are you men rogues or just cowards that lead helpless women to their slaughter?" she questioned spitefully, unaware that she was doing naught but amusing the man further.
Achilles is to have his hands full with this one! He thought to himself in silence, grinning madly at his musings, whatever shall he do with that tongue of hers…
He knew now why Agamemnon had given her away as prize. She had a fighting spirit that matched his Lord's and her outspoken nature must have no doubt left a scarring impression on the high king of their country. Achilles received the fairest of his women but one with a tongue that could no doubt match the blade of the sharpest sword in Greece. Agamemnon had far little interest or patience in defiant women, for he knew not how to tame them.
They stopped suddenly and Briseis struggled more fiercely as her body was suddenly flung around onto its feet. She caught a brief glance of her captor, noticing pale eyes of blue and dark matted hair, before she was pushed unwillingly into a large olive-colored tent.
She cried out as his hands grasped from behind at her arms, holding her in place. "My Lord," he spoke quietly, "I have returned from the summons of Agamemnon with your prize."
"My prize?" An astonished voice asked softly. She caught sight of a large form on the opposite side of the tent, his muscular back bare and exposed to them as he sat up from his position on the floor.
She caught a glimpse of his golden hair and bronze skin, sparkling from candle light, as he turned to gaze at them, uncaring that he was half dressed in their presence and his unashamed sapphire eyes fell upon her with what seemed like vague interest. "Tell Agamemnon that he can keep his prizes, I have no use for them."
"He insists, My Lord, that this girl be yours, for he has lost patience with her right upon her arrival," Eudorus interjected, a small smirk curving upon his lips. "He gives her to you freely and insists you take her… if there is a refusal, he advises you to give her over to his army."
He is turning me away because he despises his own king, Briseis realized. Her momentary joy was quickly crushed by the mention of Agamemnon's army. She shivered unconsciously. Surely these men were not that cruel?! Eudorus must have noticed, for he loosened his grip in reassurance. "Would you prefer leaving her here before making a decision?" He asked, albeit cautiously.
The man, handsome but still untrustworthy and Greek in Briseis' mind, seemed to nod dismissively. "Yes, she will stay here," he decided, "I am not so malevolent as to give a maiden slave woman over to a whole army of Agamemnon's miscreants. Leave us."
"Aye, My Lord."
He left in silence, without further word, and Briseis found herself standing alone. She watched her new master warily, her feet moving backward as he stepped closer.
"I will not harm you," He assured, "you need not fear me."
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