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Chapter 23

Anama awoke to the moon shining directly onto the bed. It was very vibrant on this night and Anama did not enjoy it. She got out of bed and went to the balcony to look out over the land. In the distance, she could see small orange lights, flickering with the wind.

"What are you doing up?" asked a sleepy Hector.

Anama gasped and turned to find Hector nought but three feet from her. He was in nothing but his skirt, and the moon accentuated his physique.

"Hector. When did you return?"

"About three hours ago. Why are you out here? It's freezing. Come, you'll catch a cold."

"I couldn't sleep. I decided to look at the ocean to try and calm me down."

"Sweetheart, the ocean is far away and it is dark, so I doubt you will see much." Hector walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her. He rested his head on her shoulders and stared out into the world. "What are you thinking about?" he asked her.

"I was wondering what they where doing. What they were thinking about this whole mess. I don't know, for some reason I doubt they want to destroy Troy."

"Oh darling, of course they don't. They are under Agamemnon's rule. If they so much as think of not fighting, they will surely be killed."

"Oh, well I am glad you do not treat these men that way."

"Darling please, come, you need as much rest as I do. Let us go to bed."

With a kiss to her shoulder, Hector unwrapped his arms from around her waist and led her to bed.

The next morning, Anama was awoken by the urgency of making it to the bathroom. She just made when she emptied her stomach contents. She lay on the cold floor and closed her eyes. She usually threw up twice in the morning. She waited for a few minutes and then jumped back up.

When she finished emptying her stomach, she went to the wash basin and rinsed out her mouth. She washed her face and went over to her mirror to get ready for the day.

Kia had the day off because of being ill, so Anama was left to get ready herself. Seeing how she was pregnant and lazy, it took her awhile without the constant nagging of her maid.

She had finally gotten ready by applying her makeup and clothing. She tugged back half of her hair and left the rest to fall down her back. She threw her head piece on and left her rooms in search of the kitchen.

Anama didn't feel like being a princess on this day. She was to tired and ill to really care about what people thought about her.

She walked into the kitchen and began getting food. Marilla walked in to find Anama eating food off of the table that was to be served for lunch.

"Anama! What are you doing here? If you want something to eat then tell me, but don't go around eating other people food!"

The look that Marilla received from Anama made her think twice about saying anything else. It made her squirm.

"Never mind dear. You eat whatever you like."

Anama turned and resumed eating from the table. Marilla exhaled and began cutting up some more vegetables. Anama made herself a plate and went to leave the kitchen.

"I hate dealing with pregnant women." whispered Marilla to herself.

"I heard that!" yelled Anama.

Marilla turned to find the door to the kitchen swinging, indicating that Anama had left the kitchen. Marilla exhaled and went back to making lunch for the palace.

Anama went to the gardens to sot and eat in peace. She sat down and began eating her meat and fruit when she heard her name being called. It sounded like a faint whisper but she couldn't be sure.

"Anama."

It was a whisper that seemed to be coming from the bushes to her right. She looked over and tried to find who or what was making the noise, but nothing seemed visible.

She turned back and began eating her food again when she heard her name being called from her left side. She turned to look but nothing. She began to become a bit worried. There was no one around to protect her.

She slowly picked up her plate and began walking back to the kitchen. She was half way there when she felt a hand clamp over her mouth and she was pulled back behind the pillar. Her plate dropped to the floor scattering its contents.

"Don't you dare say one word or I will kill you here and now!" demanded the voice. It clearly belonged to a man. The deep rumbles she could hear through his chest.

Anama heard footsteps coming from down the hall. She tried to scream but the hand only clamped down harder and Anama felt a cold metal lay across her neck. She stopped moving and allowed tears to fall down her face.

The footsteps stopped and Anama heard the person pick up her plate. There was a small pause, and the footsteps resumed.

Anama tried to struggle against her captor, but was soon resigned to nothing but darkness.