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Chapter Five

Achilles eyes flickered open and shut once more as he saw the bright morning sun filtering through into his hut. The sun was high in the sky so he figured it was probably late in the morning. He groaned and rolled over so his back was facing the sun. He slowly opened his eyes and stretched his tired muscles. He lay awake for a few minutes before gradually sitting up.

He looked around his small living space, and his eyes landed on a sleeping Briseis. 'She looks really uncomfortable,' he thought to himself. She was sitting against the wall; her knees against her chest and her head was leaning on her shoulder. Achilles knew she would definitely have a sore neck when she woke up.

The night before he had offered that she could sleep on the bed with him, but she had politely declined saying "it is not a right for a woman to share a bed with any man who is not her husband. Besides I'm comfortable right here." Achilles couldn't help but to be disappointed by her answer but he was too tired to care. So he blew out the candle and went to sleep.

He silently got up and wrapped a blue toga around his waist. He then scooted over to her, until his face was merely a foot away from hers. He cocked his head to side and just stared at her. He took his opportunity to study her features.

Her face was now clean, it still had a few cuts, but for the most part Achilles thought it was perfect. Her long dark lashes delicately covered her radiant brown eyes that Achilles wished he was looking into. His eyes landed on her plump cherry lips and he subconsciously licked his own lips as he thought about them. His gaze gradually fell down to her chest that was gently rising and falling with each breath she took, and he couldn't help but notice the two perfectly shaped mounds that he could make out from under her robe. And he had to stop himself from reaching out to touch them.

"Ooh Briseis, someday!" he groaned quietly, careful not to wake her. He stared at her for a little longer, before he let out a soft chuckle realizing how stupid he was being.

Why was he, the great Achilles, getting all topsy turvey over this… woman! He felt like a little boy, who had his first crush. He felt like a little bitch, that's what he felt like. Only weak men let a woman get to them, and Achilles never was a weak man, and he's be damned if he ever was.

He stood up and ran a frustrated hand though his wavy blonde locks. 'This is ridiculous' he thought to himself, as he grabbed his black robe and slipped it over his head, and stormed out of his hut, leaving the still sleeping Briseis.

"My lord!" Achilles turned and saw his dedicated soldier, Eudorus coming toward him. "You're captive escaped, my lord, last night. Agamemnon is furious." He informed him, not knowing that Achilles already knew all of this.

"Come Eudorus, I must show you something…" he said as he pushed back the flaps of his hut letting Eudorus enter before entering himself. Eudorus stopped short and a confused look crossed his features when he saw Briseis.

"My lord…?" he asked, turning his confused glance to the warrior.

"Only you know of this. And I will tell Patroclus later." He told him in a whisper, careful not to wake Briseis.

"My lord, she killed a soldier and almost killed Agamemnon! He was looking for her late last night and long into the morning. Thaddeus told me that he had vowed to kill her by the end of the war." He said hastily, speaking of another soldier who had overheard Agamemnon. "He is angry and shamed that a woman has undermined him and he swore to revenge. Why, if he knew she were here he'd surely kill her, and probably try to kill you too!" Eudorus exclaimed in a low insistent voice.

"He would never dare to kill me!" Achilles exclaimed in a hushed whisper. "I am his best warrior! He knows that I could kill him!"

"I know my lord, but either way he would kill the girl, and he would unquestionably find some way to punish you," Eudorus warned. "My lord it is not wise to keep her here. Perhaps you should return her to her country at night?" he suggested.

"No!" he interjected loudly, but quickly remembered that Briseis was sleeping and said his next words in a quiet, yet authoritive whisper. "You brought her for me, did you not?" he asked as Eudorus nodded. "Then she is mine to keep and I have no desire to send her home." Achilles knew what Eudorus was saying was true and it would be the best option to send Briseis home. But damnit Achilles didn't want to. Was he wrong to want some company besides that of his fellow myrmidons?

"Ow!" The two men's attention was suddenly drawn to the corner of the hut when they heard Briseis' loud yelp. They saw her holding her neck as she had a painful grimace on her face. "Oh Gods…" she groaned as she rolled her neck around in a slow circle. She slowly opened her eyes and was surprised when she saw the two men standing in the hut. She looked at them awkwardly, while still rubbing her neck. "May I get a drink?" She asked softly gesturing to the water bowl that was next to her.

Achilles nodded to her and watched at she scooped some water in her palm and brought to her face to take a sip. He then turned back to Eudorus before firmly saying, "I will speak with you later. And remember tell no one of what you seen."

Eudorus nodded and left the hut and Achilles and Briseis were alone once more. She was silently quenching her morning thirst, and he sat on his fur bed and poured himself a glass of wine.

He looked up when he heard Briseis let out a loud groan, and stood up to stretch her long legs, and stretch her arms over her head. Achilles couldn't help the slight smile that crept onto his face when he saw her wipe the sleep out of her eyes; she looked like a child waking up from a nap.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, taking a sip from his glass.

"As well as I could on a floor, I suppose," she said curtly, and settling back down into her corner

"I don't know, you looked pretty comfortable," he smirked at her, and chuckled when she gave him a look.

"Ugh, my neck is killing me… but it's only on the one side…" She mumbled, rubbing her sore neck. "I guess I fell asleep in a bad position."

"Would you like me to massage it for you?" he asked, silently hoping that she'd say yes; it would finally give him an excuse to touch her. But, when she shot him a dirty look all of his hope quickly faded away.

"I think I'll be okay," she said coldly, leaving Achilles sort of confused. He thought that last night they were getting along. He rolled his eyes, and angrily got up, and mumbled a quick "I'll be back," before quickly exiting the hut.

Briseis watched him leave, and scowled. She didn't know why he was getting all mad. Mad about what? Did he expect her to just readily be pleasant to him? After all, his sole reason for even coming to Troy was to kill Trojans, was it not? It was bad enough she was civil to him last night, but she would not worsen it by actually trying to befriend him.

So what if he had saved her last night, and let her sleep in his hut. She knew that he probably had some ulterior motive, and she could just guess what that was.

After a couple of minutes, she started wondered where he had gone. And as much as she hated to admit it, she was starting to get a little scared being in his hut all alone. Last time she was here all alone two of Agamemnon's guards had taken her, but she remembered that no one knew she was here and she relaxed a bit. But she still was a little scared, and as much as she hated it, she secretly hoped Achilles would return soon; for he was her only small sense of security.

She huffed, not really wanting to think about him anymore. She felt her stomach grumble, and looked around for the tray of food, so she could cure her much detested hunger pains. She saw it sitting on Achilles fur bed, and she got up and walked over to the bed before sitting on it. She grabbed a green apple with one hand and felt the soft fur with the other. It was a beautiful black and grey fur of some animal, a wolf she supposed, and it felt nice against her supple skin.

Briseis took a bite of her apple and laid down on the bed. She laid there just thinking about Troy and if she would ever be inside those glorious walls once more. She thought about her cousins, Hector and Paris, and she wondered if they missed her, or if they were looking for her. She wondered about Hector's baby boy, Astyanax, and if she would ever see him grow up. Tears of sorrow stung her eyes as she thought about dying in this wretched Greek camp. She sadly took another bite of her apple, and tried to stop herself from crying. If Achilles had walked in and saw that she was crying, she knew he would think he had gotten the best of her and that definitely was not the case.

She was sad about all these things, but most of all she was sad and angered at how Apollo had done this to her. In all of her life she had never done anything to anger Apollo; and yet now here she was as a captive in an enemy's hut. She seriously wondered if Achilles was right. If the romance really was one sided. After dedicating all of her years to serving the Gods, she was so confused and so emotionally distraught over her unfortunate turn of events.

This whole experience left her not knowing what to think, and she angrily threw her half eaten apple across the hut and her red puffy eyes watched as it hit the ground with a soft thud. Her emotions got the best of her as she buried her face in her hands and her small body was racked with sobs. Briseis had always been the levelheaded one, and for the first time she didn't know what to do.

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Meanwhile Achilles was sitting merely ten feet from the tent on a log, drinking wine when Patroclus and Eudorus came up to him.

"My lord, the army is marching," Eudorus informed him, and Achilles looked at him from over his wine glass.

"Let them march, we stay," he said firmly.

"But the men are ready-" Eudorus said confused, before Achilles hastily cut him off.

"We stay until Agamemnon groans to have Achilles back!" he exclaimed, making Patroclus shake his head, ashamed of his older cousin. Achilles saw this and directed his next words at him. "He disrespected me, he took what was mine! I will not yield to Agamemnon!" he shouted fiercely making Eudorus flinch at his loud words.

"As you wish," Eudorus quickly said before bowing his head and leaving to tell the other Myrmidons; leaving a livid Patroclus shooting Achilles an icy glare. Achilles pretended not to notice and took another sip of his wine, letting the cool liquid calm him down from his little outburst.

"Are you ready to fight?" he asked after a couple of moments. "Are you ready to kill? To take life?"

"I am." Patroclus stated solemnly. Achilles looked his young cousin and snickered. He brought his golden wine glass up to his lips but did not take a drink. He stared at the sandy ground when he said his next words.

"At night I see their faces," he started. "Of all the men I've killed. They're standing there; on the far bank of the river Styx… they're waiting for me." He then looked up at his cousin. "They're saying welcome brother…" he trailed off in a low voice. He stared at Patroclus for a moment longer before taking a sip of his wine. After swallowing, he stared blankly ahead said bitterly, "we men are wretched things." He stayed silent for a moment before snapping out of his gaze. "I taught you how to fight, but I never taught you why to fight."

Patroclus rolled his eyes exaggeratedly and let out a short sigh, before saying, "I fight for you."

"Who will you fight for when I'm gone?" he asked. "Soldiers, they fight for kings they've never even met. They do what they're told; they die when they're told to die," he stated grimly.

"Soldiers obey," Patroclus stated confidently, causing Achilles to shake his head at his younger cousin.

"Don't waste your time following some fools orders," he advised, as Patroclus just stared at him. Achilles sighed and hastily got up and stormed past Patroclus and back into the hut.

When he entered the tent he saw a red-eyed Briseis sitting on his bed. "Why are you on my bed?" he asked her sharply. He was in a foul mood, and she was the easiest person to take his frustration out on.

"Sorry…" she said softly as she slid off the bed and scurried back to her little corner. Achilles heard her sniffle lightly, and realized that she had been crying.

"Are you ill?" he asked her harshly, making Briseis glare at him.

"What do you care," she grumbled sniffling again. Achilles narrowed his eyes at her; he had had enough of her sharp little comments.

"You're right, I don't," he said unconcernedly before slipping his robe off. He grabbed his breast plate and fitted it over his muscular chest. Briseis' eyes widened when she saw him drop his toga and she saw his firm backside before hastily turning her head. She had never seen a man's naked form before and she didn't want his to be the first one she saw.

"I will be back later on," he told her, making her turn around. She was relieved to see he now was clothed and was bent down lacing up his brown sandals. When he finished he stood up and said, "No one besides Eudorus knows you are here, and I will tell my cousin Patroclus. They are both trustworthy men and will not utter a word of your whereabouts. Stay here, and stay silent, until I come back." He told her solemnly before turning and exiting.

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