Till I am no longer: ch.6
Sparks fly
Even when Lady Artemis drove her moon chariot across the skies, the festival and feasting did not stop. Troy had accepted me as the crown princess.
We excused ourselves early, under Paris's wriggling eyebrows-carrying me bridal-style, hector lead me to our room. And it was the best I had ever seen- the balcony overlooked the purplish sea, hinting a lavender-like, warm glow in our room.
I hugged myself tightly, looking out towards the sea, my mind on worries such as duty as the crown princess. Then, suddenly, behind me, Hector wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me gently. I smiled. As long as he was with me, I could be anywhere, be anyone, and it would not matter, anytime. This day was just perfect. Somehow my hands, without looking, found his cheeks. I gently traced my fragile hands along his handsome face line.
"Mm," I said, gently. I turned my neck back, towards him, and looked up at hi charming eyes for a second, and slowly tip-toed.
Sparks flew the instant my lips touched his. Our beautiful kiss grew rougher, hungrier. Hector, never once breaking the kiss, carried me, bridal style, to the bed.
All though that night, hector placed me away from the path of maidenhood into womanhood-and I did not regret it, not one bit, as long as I was right there next to him.
Hector quietly and slowly got out of the bed, careful not to wake the sleeping Andromache. He quickly clothed himself as he watched Andromache sleep blissfully with a smile etched upon his handsome face. He opened the doo to find Aeneaus and Paris still standing vigil.
"Brother?" Paris cried, bouncing up instantly. "How'd it go?" he asked, enthusiastically. He strained his neck to look inside.
"Paris!" hector clucked him on the head, as Aeneaus chuckled. "Andromache is still sleeping! I will not let you see my wife in that state!"
"She is undressed?" Paris asked. With a hint of jest, he tried to peek-only to get a real threatening glare from Hector.
"Do not go near her." He growled warningly. Paris jumped a step back. He knew when his brother could get dangerous. He must really love Andromache, he thought.
"Well then, brother, if you are ready, come to breakfast," Paris merrily said, and went off with Aeneaus, laving hector, finally, alone with his wife.
Hector silently stroked his wife's cheeks, thinking to himself, 'she truly is beautiful, my Andromache.' Andromache's eyes fluttered open.
"Good morning," hector said. Andromache smiled her infamous soft grin.
"Good morning," she said, sitting up, and snaking her arms around hector's neck .she kissed him gently, a kiss where hector gladly took her mouth against his.