Chapter 10

A month had gone by and Anama was fully healed. Her wrist was still a bit sore but for the most part, she was fully healed. She was to be married to Hector in 2 days and she couldn't have been more excited.

The palace was full of excitement. People were hustling everywhere to make sure the preparations for the wedding were in order. Flowers and linens were placed throughout the palace. It seemed as if spring cleaning was going on. The palace took on a whole knew look for the wedding.

Anama was in her room as the last minute alterations to her dress were made. She stood looking at herself in the mirror wondering what it would be like when she was married. She couldn't imagine that she was going to be married. Let alone to Hector of all people. When she was a little girl, she would pretend that she was a princess and she would fantasize about marrying Prince Hector. It was kind of ironic how it all turned out.

She laughed to herself. This was just too surreal. She didn't let it linger for to long since there was a knock at her door.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"It's me. Paris."

"Come in!" Paris walked in to find Anama standing on a stool wearing her wedding dress with seamstresses all around her.

"So, what do you think?" She said as she spun around.

"You look absolutely beautiful. My brother's mouth is going to fall straight to the floor."

Anama laughed. "Yes well, I don't intend to be wearing it long. It absolutely to heavy for me to wear for long periods of time."

"O, don't worry; my brother will have you out of it in no time, if you know what I mean." Paris said as he winked at her. The maids all giggled to each other, and Anama just punched him in the arm.

"Shush, you. What did you want?"

"My father wishes to speak with you."

"Oh, let me get out of this."

"No, he's already waiting outside."

"Oh. Well then, let him in I guess." Paris walked over to the door and King Priam entered the room. Everyone bowed to him.

"If you would please, leave us." Everyone in the room left, leaving King Priam and Anama alone in her room. "You look absolutely radiant my child."

"Thank you my lord."

"You will make Hector very proud and happy."

"I hope."

"What troubles you my child?"

"Well, I'm just a little afraid of this whole Queen situation. I know I won't be a Queen for awhile, but I don't know if I can handle it. I don't want to disappoint Hector, and you, and all of Troy, but, I just feel that I will make a fool of myself."

"Anama, come, sit." Anama walked over and sat down next to the King on the balcony. "I remember, it was a day before my wedding, and I was being fitted for my robes. All I could keep thinking about was, 'Am I going to make a great king?' I never would have thought that I would be able to control and run an entire city. My wife was the same way as you are, at this moment. She was running around her room, talking to herself, thinking that she wasn't going to make a great Queen. She was nervous, she didn't know if the people would like her or not, and if they did, how would she act. She was so much like you in many ways. I know you are scared, child. But so is every single other king or queen that will have to rule over an entire city one day. It is natural. No one is born to just be able to rule. It can't happen. Everyone has their doubts in the beginning, but once you start, it is hard to let go. I brought you something that once belonged to my wife. She wore it on her wedding day, and it is a family heirloom. It is said that it takes away all the butterflies that find their way into your stomach. Here."

King Priam pulled out a beautiful diamond necklace. It had a gold chain with turquoise diamonds engraved, and the very bottom, a square cut diamond. It was the most beautiful thing Anama had ever seen. Probably the most beautiful thing and the most expensive. He placed it around her neck and clasped it in the back. It hung down to just the top of her chest. It was absolutely magnificent.

"You look extraordinary, child."

"Thank you so much. I don't know how to every thank you."

"You are making my son happy again. That is all that I can ask for." Anama just smiled and hugged the King. "Now, we must finish that dress of yours. Ladies! Come, come, we have work to do."

"King Priam! I am worried about Hector. He hasn't been getting much sleep these last few nights. I don't know if it's from the wedding, but I see him in the gardens late at night watching the ocean, and I worry."

"Don't worry, my child. He will be fine." And with that the King left Anama with the seamstresses once more and walked to visit his son.

Hector was standing in front of his mirror, looking at his uniform. It had been cleaned since the last battle, and was polished, leaving it shiny and clean looking. He would be getting married, again. Truthfully, he was nervous, but then who wouldn't be. He was thinking in his mind when his father entered his chambers.

"Hector." Hector turned towards his father.

"Well, how does it look?"

"It looks wonderful." He noticed something in his son's eyes and had a clue as to what it was. "Come here, Hector. Tell me what troubles you."

"Nothing troubles me father. I am to be married. What could possibly bring me down?"

"Hector, I know you better than you think. I know that this marriage is making you think again. About Andromache. I know that this wedding is bringing back memories, and you're entitled to think about them. But don't let them take over. I know that you lost your last wife, and here you are getting a new one. I can only imagine what kind of stress that is putting on you. Believe me; I was very nervous when I was married. I thought my freedom was gone forever. But it wasn't. I learned to live with my life, and I'm glad I did. Hector, please. Anama worries for you. She tells me you haven't been sleeping."

"How does she know?"

"She said she sees you in the gardens at night, watching the ocean. She is scared for you Hector. Please, don't make your future wife worry already." He said with a smile.

Hector just laughed. "She always was worried about me. I just feel as if I don't deserve her. She is such a magnificent woman; she seems as if she doesn't belong with me, but with some God."

"Nonsense, my son. You are her match in every way. She would be happy with you if you lived in a shack on the outskirts of the city. Hector, she loves you, and you love her. Don't let these thoughts of Andromache plague your future. You need to be fresh, waiting to build your new life with the woman you love."

Hector nodded. "Yes, your right. As usual."

King Priam laughed. "It's not that I'm always right Hector, it's that I pay attention. Don't let these thoughts keep you from what makes you really happy. All right?"

Hector nodded. "Good. Now, lets see what we can do about this uniform shall we?"

The King and the Prince spent the rest of the night thinking of ways to make the uniform stand out more, spending time with each other, and talking of plans for the future.