Authors Note, Ok, I am so sorry I haven't updated in so long on this. But I have finally figured out how I want it to go. Go me! So this chapter is a little dramatic, ok very dramatic. Not for the faint of heart. I have a friend who I find to be the strongest person I have met. For those of you who read this she is a survivor (You'll know what of when you finish the chapter) so I wanted to kinda put her courage in this chapter and through the rest of the story, because she now has a husband and is happy and healthy. So enjoy but don't be offended.

I sat tethered to a pole in the center of a tent.

I would die, Caedes would kill me, he'd quite possibly rape me first but he would kill me. The pole behind my head was hard and the rope dug into my wrists. It was not the first time I had been tied to a pole. With my eyes closed I worked on loosening the knot.

As long as I drew breath I would get home to my son. I was more then grateful I had been bound and gagged through childhood.

By the time I had the rope loose he stormed into the tent.

Rather angry, the whole side of his head was bruised, it looked painful. I simply glared at him while I continued my work.

Without a word he walked to me and slapped me! The sting on my face was painful, he put enough in his blow it brought tears to my eyes, a bruise would appear by nightfall, but I wouldn't cry. I blinked the tears away and glared, "Traitor."

"Where is the new Troy? I know there were survivors, where are they?"

Did he honestly think I would tell him? The man was mad. So I spat at his feet and waited for the next blow. It never came, instead he knelt by me and took my face in his hand, in a painfully tight grip. "Do you wish to die?"

I couldn't answer for his grip.

Caedes looked me over as if I were a whore, no one had looked at me in such a manner in a very long time. "Tell me where it is or I will kill you."

Again I couldn't answer him, which was all for the best.

He stood and walked around the tent, as if he couldn't decide what to do with me. I could think of several things I'd like to do to him, all involved his death.

"If you tell me I will make sure you and your son have a safe trip to Greece.

You will be made Queen."

Made Queen, the only Queen I wished to be was Hectors and he was gone. So I continued to pull on the bindings until they snapped, he spotted the movement in my shoulders. So I didn't hide it. I brought my hands in front of me and unwrapped the rope.

"How many survived?"

I said nothing but tossed the rope aside then rubbed my wrists, "You may as well kill me."

"Andromache, you will die, do not get me wrong, but do you wish to have a painful death?"

I met his eyes, "Give me a knife and I'll do it myself."

He sighed and ran his hands through his hair, "Even as Hectors wife you were unruly." He looked at me and then made a decision, I could see it in his eyes, he came across the tent and over to me. I crawled aside and scrambled back but he grabbed my foot.

I winced in pain as he pulled me towards him, but kicked him in the face with my other foot. It sent his head back and made his mouth bleed. But it also angered him, he picked up a bowl at his side and hit me with it! It knocked me on the dirt floor of the tent.

It brought spots before my eyes.

Caedes crawled on top of me, I put my hands on his chest and pushed him aside, but then I felt a blade cut into my neck. I froze. He looked at me with intense eyes, "If you fight me I will kill you. Do you wish to see your boy again?"

In that moment I knew he would, I knew he'd kill me and I knew he would take my body. If I died I'd never see my son, but I would see Hector, but I didn't want him to have my body.

I moved and the knife bit into my neck, "Andromache?"

I wished to see my son, I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth shut as they began to chatter. I kept my eyes closed and remembered Hector. I remembered how much he loved me. How wonderful it was with him, I remembered his beautiful eyes and his voice.