Pronunciation: Samara: Suhmar uh

Cassandra

I could not believe I fooled my husband and all of the guards; I still do smirk when I think of it. Now I have a child, the enemy's child none the less and only I know this. No questions were asked.

I had been pregnant but had given birth at the camp near the enemy palace... It was a still born. I was heartbroken and since no one was present during the birth, no one knew but I that my child had died.

I was to meet my husband after the birth and bring him his child; I dared not to tell him of his child's death and so after a few hours resting and crying, I overheard a few of the guard's speaking of a child they were to capture and kill from the enemy's palace.

My opportunity came and I seized it.

I painfully crept from the camping area and walked in the shadows following the guards towards the palace. When I came upon the giant structure, I saw a young woman dashing down a hall carrying a small child; she was speaking to it as she ran.

I did not hear much of what she said but I did hear her say, "I must save you young princess."

I followed her, making sure to keep out of the guard's sight and to not draw any attention to the young woman or myself. As I followed her, she stopped and came to a small hidden door, entered the room, and came out with a basket. I was about to follow her when I heard cooing from within the room. I silently crept into the room and lifted the lid of a moving basket in it was the treasure that I had been searching for... a child... A DAUGHTER!

I walked with her to the throne room I believe and found the young woman lying in a pool of blood and the dumbfounded guards barking back and forth at each other. I spoke to the guards and was soon escorted by them to my husband.

They were so easily manipulated... All I had to do now was to convince my husband, not an easy feet mind you... But I succeeded and at this point, I am heading to my home, my wonderful Sparta. I removed the small golden necklace that I found on the young princess and hid it in one of my bags before we began to travel.

No one must know the truth... No one...

We arrived through the Spartan gates greeted by our people.

"It is good to be home." I spoke as the sun's rays shone upon my daughter.

"What is the child's name?" My husband inquired as he ran a muscular finger across my cheek.

"I have been thinking over that. What do you think of Samara?" I ask waiting for a reply.

"Samara? Hmmmm... Samara of Sparta... QUEEN SAMARA! Well future queen... Princess Samara... Perfect..." he said smiling.

His beautiful brown eyes glimmered in the morning sun and his smile glowing like the white sands of Egypt. My husband was very muscular, a true Spartan warrior.

All Spartan sons and men are warriors. The sons are taught by the fathers who in turn were taught by their fathers and so on; they are taught to fight. They learn respect, honor, courage, and pain. They have no fear and pain does not pain them. My husband had always wanted a son, and he would have had one, if he was not still born but none the less. When my husband told me that my daughter would make a fine warrior and ruler, my heart soared. She would be the first Spartan WOMAN Warrior and she would be the greatest ruler! He would train her as he would train his own son and though I know what she would endure, I knew it would be only for the best.

Sweet Samara slept the entire way home, her fragile body moving only when her lungs took in the dry air.

"You need rest my queen." My husband cooed as he hugged my waist, "You have been through a great deal these past few days."

"I will rest once we are inside our home. There our daughter will be safe." I replied.

"Well we are fast approaching our home." My husband replies.

Soon we were at the entrance of our home. As I stepped out of the chariot, I heard shouts coming from a few Spartan men and women whom were standing outside our home.

"What an angel." A Spartan woman spoke as we walked by.

I smiled and replied, "Our daughter."

"A DAUGHTER!" the woman cried turning to the other Spartan villagers.

"Is there a problem?" my husband inquired as he stepped out of the chariot behind me.

"No my king, it is just..." one of the men spoke.

"Just?" my husband inquired walking towards the man, his dominant staring sending the man's voice wavering.

"W... What of an heir to your throne my king?" the man finally spoke.

"What is my daughter then if not the heir? Be patient good people, in time you shall see." He boomed.

"Yes my king, do forgive me." The man spoke, bowing his head, "And I do apologize to you as well my queen."

"Forgiven, but do be careful." My husband replied after looking at me for an answer.

"Yes my king." The man replied before leaving along with the rest of the Spartan men and women.

I wrapped a clean cloth around Samara's small body and held her in my arms for a while till she began to become sleepy. Her stare dove deep into my soul as she watched my every move and every gesture. Samara's eyes glimmered with curiosity as I laid her in her small bed next to my own, her fragile hands reaching up to grab my long brown hair as I kissed her forehead. Her brown eyes were soon hidden as she began to drift off into a content sleep.

"My sweet daughter," I cooed, "Samara, young princess, do prove those villagers wrong."

And she did...