Hey all, sorry this chapter took me so long to post, but lately I've been pretty busy. But I will try to post Chapter 8 soon.

Anyways I know some of you are probably wondering why I'm makingAchilles and Briseis argue so much, but I dunno maybe I'm weird but I think couples whofight a lot are the most passionate about each other (like Noah and Allie on The Notebook). But don't worry there will be some romance soon. I just didn't want them to fall in love really fast, because I think it would'vebeen really cheesy and unrealistic if they fell in love in like the 3rd chapter, ya know?

Anyways thanks so much for all of your reviews, I really appreciate them. And Sun- I will try to fit all of your ideas into the story somehow, but not in this chapter, sorry :(

Anyways enough of me talking, so please just RR.

Chapter Seven

It was a beautiful morning after an equally beautiful night. The sky was a pinkish hue as the sun was steadily rising over the watery horizon. The waves were calm and not a cloud was in the sky; and for the first time Briseis was the first to wake.

Her long lashes slowly parted and her brown eyes appeared. She immediately squinted as her eyes tried to adjust to the bright sunlight filtering in through the flaps. She stretched her long limbs and wiped the sleep out of the eyes, as she yawned lazily.

With her tired eyes still half closed, she casually looked over at a sleeping Achilles. Last night she decided that she really didn't want another stiff neck, so Achilles offered that the bed was large enough that they could both sleep on it without any physical contact. So they slept on opposite sides of the bed as Briseis slept above the covers while Achilles slept under them.

Briseis smiled tenderly as she looked at him peacefully sleeping, and thoughts of last night came to her. 'I suppose he isn't as bad as I thought…' she thought to herself, as she looked down at his serene form. He looked so innocent in his unconscious state, and if Briseis didn't know better she would never have thought that he was a dangerous warrior. She smiled at the way the morning sun shone down on his golden blonde hair, and Briseis swore that he looked just like an angel. "He really is beautiful," she confessed to herself softly as she sighed wistfully.

After a couple more moments of staring at him, she rolled her eyes and wondered what she was doing before slowly laying back down again, and just staring blankly ahead at the low ceiling.

So many thoughts were racing through her head, as she thought of the man laying just a couple of inches away from her and the nice gesture he had made to her last night. 'One good deed does not justify a lifetime of wickedness' she stubbornly thought to herself. 'But it showed that he obviously is not a wicked person,' she reasoned. 'Briseis don't be a fool!'

She rolled her eyes and inwardly groaned when she realized that she was indeed having a conversation with herself in her head. She remembered that last night she had apologized to him, and she knew she had to stick to that and be civil to him. Not that that was such a terrible thing to do, but she still felt that she was somehow betraying all of Troy by being kind to this warrior.

She suddenly felt the bed shift, and she looked over and saw that Achilles was slowly waking up. She saw him gradually open his eyes and let out a bear like yawn. He blinked once, then again, and slowly looked over to her. Her breath caught in her throat as his intense cobalt eyes bore into hers, but she found that she just couldn't look away. She was entranced by this man. She didn't understand why he was suddenly having such an affect on her; she should have never let her guard down.

"Good morning priestess," he said, in what Briseis thought was an incredibly sexy low morning growl. She quickly blinked, before looking away from his addicting gaze. She tried to utter a reply, but when no words came to her, she offered him a slight smile. "I trust you slept well?" he asked, not taking his eyes off of her.

She nodded her head slowly, taking a second before answering. "Yes, it was better than last night." She told him, as he cracked a half smile, before sitting up, and tossing the covers off of his naked body. Briseis' eyes widened and she hurriedly looked away as a pink blush crept up onto her cheeks. Achilles noticed this and couldn't help but smirk.

"Why do you look away?" he asked her, as he stood up in front of her, as she still looked away.

"Excuse me?" she asked incredulously.

"I said, why do you look away? Are you afraid?" he asked as he walked over to the washbowl and splashed some water onto his face.

"Afraid of what?" she asked, even though, she knew what he had meant.

"Of me." He said after he had dried his face.

"Why would I be afraid of you? Have I not proven numerous times that I am not?"

"You know what I mean, Briseis. Are you afraid of getting too close to me?" He asked, and Briseis wondered how in the Gods did he know?

"What? That's ridiculous. Why would I be afr—" she said turning her head to face him, but she quickly remembered his state of dress and instantly turned her head back around. "Would you please cover yourself. It's making me uncomfortable." She stated; her voice clearly giving away how uncomfortable it was making her feel.

Achilles couldn't help the arrogant smirk that crept onto his face. "Well, you can undress too, if it would make you feel any better."

Briseis jaw dropped, at his words. "I am a priestess of Apollo!" She said appalled by his disrespect.

Achilles chuckled slightly, and decided he should appease her, as he grabbed a black robe and pulled it over his head. "You can look now priestess, I have put away my deadly weapon," he said smirking, as she hesitantly turned her head and let out a relieved sigh when she saw that he had told the truth. Her eyes narrowed when she saw the little cocky smirk on his handsome face.

"You think you're so great, don't you…" she said rolling her eyes at him.

He chuckled before saying. "History will think so too," he said with a cocky smirk, that Briseis hated to admit was pretty sexy.

"Is that all you care about? Whether history will remember you or not? There are many more important things in life than worrying about whether strangers will know you're name."

"You wouldn't understand." He assumed as he shook his head.

"I understand just fine!" she exclaimed. "I understand that you'd rather live a wretched life and die a tragic death than live a fulfilling one with purpose."

"What do you know about my life?" he looked at her with a sarcastic expectancy while crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"I know more than you think."

"Hmm, don't all priestesses," he said dismissively while looking out at the bright morning sun that was shining through the flaps. "One thing I know about you Briseis," he said as he turned to face her once more. "You sure do love to argue." He said as he smiled at her, and he turned to pour himself a glass of wine.

"Well, you bring it out in me," she said as she returned his smile hesitantly. "You know…people who love to argue are the most passionate."

"Or the most annoying," he said, chuckling as he saw her eyes narrow at him, and he stopped her before she could go off on him. "Joking!" he said holding his hands up defensively as he laughed. She sighed and his laughter seemed to be contagious, as she too found herself soon laughing along with him.

The two laughed for a little while longer, until their laughter eventually died down, and Achilles suddenly spoke. "I like seeing you smile…" he admitted softly, looking at her deeply, wanting to see her reaction.

She looked up at him; surprised at his spontaneous little proclamation. She didn't know what to make of the way he was looking at her… like he was amazed by the sight of her. She uttered a soft "thank you," and they spent the rest of the morning together just enjoying each other's company.

It was later on in the day, and King Agamemnon was sitting on his throne in the Kings' tent and was brooding over yesterday's events. Embarrassed and humiliated did not even begin to describe what he was feeling.

He was with his fellow Kings, King Odysseus of Ithaca and King Nestor of Pylos. He sat there with his diamond encrusted cup, and tried to let the wine dull his degradation.

"They're laughing at me in Troy," he said miserably as he got up from his throne. "Drunk… with victory!" he exclaimed with apparent contempt in his voice, as he paced the floor with the two kings on either side of him. He took a large swig of his wine before saying, "they think I'll sail home at first light."

"Maybe we should…" Odysseus suggested, causing Agamemnon to give him a preposterous look.

"Flee!" he exclaimed. "Like a whipped dog?"

"The men believe we came here for Menelaus' wife…" he paused before continuing."We won't be needing her anymore."

"My brother's blood still wets the sand, and you insult him!" Agamemnon exclaimed, shocked by Odysseus' out right disrespect for his dead brother.

"It's no insult to say a dead man is dead." Odysseus said matter of factly.

"If we leave now, we loose all credibility," Nestor's low voice interrupted the two men. "If the Trojans can beat us so easily, it won't be long until the Hittites invade."

"If we stay… we stay here for the right reasons. To protect Greece, not your pride." Odysseus said, looking at Agamemnon sharply, before continuing "Your private battle with Achilles is destroying us."

"Achilles is one man!"

"Hector is one man!" Odysseus said stiffly, his hard eyes boring through Agamemnon, cutting him off. "And look what he did to us yesterday!"

"Hector fights for his country! Achilles fights only for himself!"

"I don't care about the man's allegiance; I care about his abilities to win battles!" Odysseus exclaimed.

"He's right," Nestor chimed in, causing Agamemnon to avert his attention towards him. "The men's morale is weak."

"Well even if I could make peace with Achilles… the man won't listen to me!" Agamemnon shouted holding up his hands. "He's more likely to spear me than to speak to me!"

Odysseus rubbed his thick auburn beard before saying, "Well you did take his slave girl away from him!"

"Don't remind me of that Trojan filth," Agamemnon warned him in a low voice.

Odysseus looked at the scab that had formed on Agamemnon's head and couldn't help but snicker lightly before saying, "Oh yes, how is your head Agamemnon? I hope she didn't hit you too hard."

After that little remark, Agamemnon could hardly control his anger. He knew everybody in the Greek camp, and probably Troy too, was laughing at him because a Trojan slave outsmarted him. And not only that but a woman!

He narrowed his eyes at him as he said in a low menacing voice "I vow on my dead brother's ashes, that girl will be dead by the time I leave Troy… make no mistake about it. I will find that wench, and I will kill her personally with my own two hands!" he promised, with a look of frightening sincerity that Odysseus or Nestor had never seen before.

As if on cue, Nestor's gray eyes lit up as he had suddenly remembered something; something one of his soldiers had told him earlier that day.

"Wait… I just remembered, one of my men had told me that they had seen Achilles late last night with what looked to be a girl walking along the shore." Nestor told him.

"What?" Agamemnon said walking over to Nestor slowly, before stopping in front of him, an looking down at him.

"He said she had looked like the Trojan girl." Nestor said hesitantly, as he watched Agamemnon's eyes grew red with hate. "I had meant to tell you… but I guess it had slipped my mind."

Agamemnon was silent for a brief moment as he seethed in his anger. The two other men watched as he took a deep breath before saying, "so Achilles is keeping the slave girl safe…" he said more to himself than to anyone in particular. "We'll see about that!" he exclaimed as he started for the opening of the tent, but not before Odysseus stood up and grabbed him forearm firmly.

"Wait!" he said, making Agamemnon snap his head around and stare at Odysseus, his anger quickly growing. "You need to make peace with Achilles!"

"The man is openly defying me! I can't let him do that! I must teach him to obey his king!" he yelled, clearly outraged.

"We need him to win this war for us!" Odysseus reasoned. "We can't win this without him, Agamemnon. You know this."

"I don't care!" He bellowed.

"We can't afford another loss!" Odysseus yelled, matching Agamemnon's, as Nestor sat and watched the two men argue.

"I will not have him humiliate me like this!"

"Would you rather be humiliated by Troy?" Odysseus questioned, which made Agamemnon stop for a second and think. After a moment of silence, he decided what he must do.

"I am sorry Odysseus, but I can not let Achilles win. I will take the girl, and she will die tonight!" he said firmly, his eyes showing how serious this was to him. He took one more quick drink from his wine cup before turning and leaving. Leaving both of the men to look at his retreating from in shock, and they knew that Agamemnon would be his own downfall.

Hey thanks for reading! sorry this chapter was so short, but i didn't feel the need to make it any longer, anyways... please review! lol thanx!