Authors Note, All right, I have three chapters to read not counting my Algebra homework and what am I doing? Writing fanfiction! Logical right? I know. Enjoy and review!
Andromache.
I felt like a fat bloated cow. I did not want to be touched, by anyone. I did not wish to be seen nude. I did not want to be looked at below my waist. And I wanted fish…on bread. Or vegetables…on bread. Or even grapes on bread. Anything on bread made me happy.
How Hector tolerated me was a miracle.
Even Padme was amazed by the patience that my husband was capable of.
"Andromache?" She yelled through my chambers.
I yelled back, "I'm in here. Did you find some cheese and bread? I want some cheese on bread and I want it now! And some milk. I want milk. Padme are you listening to me?"
My friend appeared in the doorway, annoyed.
She pursed her lips and threw several figs at me, "This is all that is left in the kitchen! Forget the bread, I have news for you!"
I narrowed my eyes but climbed up from my loom. The figs had landed on the floor. I waddled over to the figs, eight months into my pregnancy, I was utterly miserable.
I wanted a fig.
"Padme…I am in no mood for gossip…can you pick up one of those figs?"
Padme ignored me and lay down on my marriage bed.
I was unable to bend over.
"Andromache you will want to hear this gossip."
I ignored her and kicked off my sandals. I tried to pick up a fig with my toes but couldn't. I was hungry. My eyes scanned the room. Where did Hector keep his weapons? They had to be somewhere in the chambers.
"Guess who has visited Paris? Last Night? Guess who is still here in the palace?"
"I don't care," I truly didn't. I needed a sword. Padme watched as I walked to my loom and drug the bench across the room. Over to a wardrobe, I climbed up on the bench and peeked on the top of the furniture.
I found a sword!
Pleased with myself I picked it up and pulled it from the dresser.
"Iris."
I dropped the sword on the floor, "What?"
Padme smiled, "Oh yes. And guess who joined Paris and Hector for lunch?"
"No," I hissed.
Padme nodded, "Oh yes. She has insisted that Hector take her to the stables."
A fury equal to that of Hera swept through my body. I climbed from the bench and made my way across the room that Hector and I shared, sword in hand. The weight of the sword was hardly noticeable.
Padme cocked an eyebrow, "Andromache? Where are you going?"
As I stormed through the door I shouted, "I will cut the throat of that whore!"
I heard Padme hop off the bed and chase after me, "Wait! Wait! Andromache wait!"
She caught up to me and grabbed my arm.
I spun around, angry and armed.
Padme stepped back, "Hector refused. He told her no."
"He did?"
She nodded, "Yes, there is no need to cut the whore's throat."
I thought about it, then shook my head, "I'll just mutilate her then."
Padme lunged forward, "Wait!"
"No, I'll be back," I told her.
Padme began to scream for Tarus as I stormed through the chambers. Ready to murder the whore who had tried to woe Hector before, she was not unknown among the men of court, or their wives.
Iris and I had our differences before. Since I was married to the future King of Troy, I always won.
In a matter of seconds I made it to the door where the guard, Tarus waited, his strong arms crossed over his chest. "Princess Andromache, give me the sword."
Oh no!
I put the tip of the sword to his throat, "Move!"
The massive man did not move.
"Now!"
Tarus did not blink, "Princess. Calm down, you are hysterical and pregnant. You might hurt the baby. If that child is harmed then Hector will have my head."
I did not care.
So I screamed, "I will cut your head off and give it to him myself!"
"Princess Andromache, do not scream at me."
I resorted to something that I had not done in some time. "Tarus, if you do not move I will tell Hector why you were not here when Paris took me from the Palace. When Hector had the entire Army looking for me. I will also tell her husband as well."
Tarus's lips pursed tightly.
His brown eyes looked to Padme with anger that matched my own.
When he finally met my eyes he told me, "Give me the sword and I will let you out."
I threw the sword at him.
With all his military training the best Tarus could do was duck. The sword hit the door and made an unseemly scar. At that I pushed past Tarus and opened the door, I stormed out into the hall, directly into Paris. Whom I took out my anger on. Perhaps it was a good thing that I was not armed.
I began to slap him, punch him, kick him, I chased him down the hall in a fit of rage that overcame me.
"Andromache! Stop! Stop now! Ow! Guards! Guards! Help!"
His pleas for mercy did not matter to me.
I chased him into a corner and pinched him, "How dare you bring that whore in this palace! If she touches my husband not only will I slaughter her in a way that would make the Gods cringe, I will castrate you with a pebble! I am a woman, I can do that!"
A guard from the many that had gathered took hold of my arm.
I spun to face him. Rage contorted my face and he quickly let go of me. The man wisely stepped back with the other guards.
Not one of the other guards moved to make me stop my assault upon Paris. It may have been due to the fact I was the pregnant wife of their commander, or, Paris had romanced most all their wives, I wasn't sure.
I turned my rage back to Paris, who stayed in the corner cowering.
"Where is the whore!"
Paris shrugged, "I do not know."
"You brought her in this palace!" I screamed at him, then asked, "What about my husband? Where is he?"
All of the guards pointed down the hall.
They were very smart men. So I asked, "Who is in charge among you men?"
The only bearded man stepped forward, "I am, Princess."
Well, I threw up my hands, "Take these men and find that woman! Get her out! And have one of your men get some cheese, fish, grapes, olives and some of those nuts…all on bread."
