Hector
Five Years Ealier
"Have you spoken with Andromache today?"
It was the tenth time that day I had heard that question. My father was going to drive me mad. That was if my sister did not accomplish her goal of driving me mad, I had already given into the reality that woman were mad.
My sister, my wife, my mother, and that servent
I was surrounded by women who wished to make me a mad man and send of into insanity.
Yet, all I wanted was the craziest of them all.
"No father, I have not spoken to Andromache today," I growled.
I could hear him sigh. Feel his eyes pierce my back. I could taste the disapproval in my mouth.
The maps I had memorized so long ago were full of nothing more then shapes.
The map also irritated me.
It irritated me so much I stepped back and shoved the table as hard as I could! It sent the furniture forward and onto the floor on its side. Littering the King's Private Office with maps, scrolls, parchment, and chalk.
There was silence.
Followed by, "Hector...you must apologize to Andromache."
I finally lost my temper. I turned and yelled at my father, "You do not even know what she did! Why do I have to apologize when she is at fault! She was the one acting irrational and rash! She was the one who left my chambers!"
A smile grew upon my fathers face, "Son. You are a married man now, you are always at fault. I thought you knew that by now."
I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Hector. Son. Let me tell you something now. I will share something with you that you need to understand...Women are crazy. Once you realize that they are irrational and full of madness and you accept that, your marriage will be calm."
"But it's her fault."
Father laughed, "Son, it doesn't matter if you're right and she is wrong. If you wish to have your beautiful wife back in your bed you must apologize."
I continued to glare, I crossed my arms to do something.
"Son. You are new to marriage. You can either be right and sleep alone. Or, you can be wrong and happy. It is your choice."
It drove me mad how I could fight men and partake in war, yet my small young wife drove me wild. She would have driven the Gods wild.
The door to the office opened suddenly...my Lieutenant stepped inside thinking I was alone, he then stopped at the sight of father. Quickly he bowed, stepped back, closed the door, and then knocked.
Father rolled his eyes and sighed, "Fix this. I want a grandchild. I also want to go one day without your mother asking me Have you spoken to Hector? Is Andromache pregnant? Why are they not sharing a bed? Are they fighting? Priam fix this. Priam why haven't you fixed this. I swear Hector, sometimes I understand the actions of our Gods!"
Wonderful, now father was angry with me too.
The path to insanity was getting shorter.
"Come in," I shouted, annoyed at the knocking.
Hesitantly my Lieutenant came in as Father left. He quickly bowed and waited for Father to close the door before he looked to me, "Hector...Andromache is in the Throne Room."
My interest was perked, "Oh?"
"Yes, my Prince...she is...well, you need to be strong. You cannot allow her to manipulate you. Be strong."
"What do you mean be strong! I am strong!"
"Yes Hector, I realize you are strong. But...well...she's naked."
