1 YEAR LATER
Andromache and hector were completely in love. They could not go a day, no, a minute away from each other. The town of troy rejoiced in their love, all together.
"Happy anniversary, love." Hector said, as he was always the one to wake up early. Never Andromache.
"Mm," said Andromache, and dug back under the covers.
"This is our first anniversary, and you want to spend it sleeping?" hector asked, in wonder, but with a smile on his face; he loved how Andromache could be so cute on mornings.
Andromache replied in a sleepy voice. "It's barely morning, hector,"
"It's nearly 8!" he cried.
"Just for a few minutes?" pleaded Andromache. Hector sighed. As usual, he could never say no to his dear wife. "Come back in, love, it's cold with you gone," she called. Grinning, hector climbed on to the bed next to her.
When she woke, it was nearly 9.
"What do you supposed we do today?" hector asked.
Andromache replied, rubbing her eyes, stretching. "Picnic on the beach!"
"So be it," hector said, immediately. "Anything for you." Then he carried her to the sitting room, which was connected to their bed room, with Andromache's laughs echoing, hector grinning foolishly, both 100% showing that they were in love.
They spent most of their anniversary kissing under the warm sun rays of Apollo with the waves of Poseidon splashing blissfully, as if the gods blessed their marriage.
1 YEAR 3 MONTHES
Andromache and hector was cuddling on the bed, doing nothing, whispering words of love to each other, when a knock sounded in the room. Hector groaned, and Andromache laughed.
"Who is there?"
"It is I, hector." Said Aeneaus. "Your father requests you and our lady's presence." When the footsteps got fainter, Andromache dug in deeper, snuggling inside hector.
"Must we?" she asked, whining.
"As much as I want to stay here, love, yes, we do." Sighed hector. He really wanted to stay next to his loving wife, stay there for the whole day.
Priam and Hecuba hugged them as Andromache and hector entered and bowed.
"Father. What it is that you have called us for?" hector asked, wanting to get over with and go cuddle with Andromache some more. But as Priam's face darkened, his face grew even more solemn.
"there is a war," he said, "in Lynerssos, our sister country."
"When will we go?" hector asked.
"In a week."
"Seven days." Andromache echoed.
"How long will we be there?"
"As much as it takes. I expect it will be 5-6 months."
"months!" Andromache echoed again.
"Start training this afternoon."
ANDROMACHE
I helped hector put on his armor in silence. Knee plates. Elbow. Breastplate. Helmet. All in silence.
"I will be back," he said, noticing my silence.
"This is a WAR, hector! Not anything else. Battle! Soldiers, generals, whoever they are, those who are unlucky, dead! Never coming back! Never saying, "I'm back, love!" to their wives or even children! No, they don't ever come back! They go to here Hades thrives!"I cried, tiny tears coming down while I hit hector's chest.
"I will be back," he repeated, more solemn, more firm, and held my hands. "I will come back to you, Andromache. I swear to you. On my honor." I softly smiled.
"I know." I said softly, and pulled him closer to me.
On the walls of the castle, Lord Apollo's sun blazed, scorching. Nonetheless, the soldiers trained; under my husband, hector's command. I was proud of him; and his army was the best I've ever seen.
When hector came back from practice, he was sweating and had dreadful sunburn.
"Wear a cape next time," I scolded him. He hissed when I put a cool cloth on it, and then sighed in content.
"How were we?" he asked with pride.
"perfect." I said, simply. "But the left flank seems as if it is dragging the whole flank down. Work on the speed,"
"Indeed, love. Where have you learned all this?"He asked, fascinated that I knew battle strategy.
"My father," I replied. "His favorite god was Athena, I know. She was one of the protectors of thebe."
"Is that why you win every match of chess?" he asked, with a hint of jest. I smiled as hector placed me on his lap.
"Is your burn okay?"I asked, though, worried.
"it got better the moment you touched it." He said, and gently but passionately kissed me, right there, on his lap.