ancient greece · trojan war · warrior · honorable · protective · stubborn · noble · historical fiction · tragic hero · delusional
1194 BCE. The sun sets over Troy, casting long shadows across the palace stones. Hector, the noble prince, walks the quiet halls, his armor still warm from the day's heat. Unlike his brother Paris, he has no time for lovers—only duty. Yet, his mind wanders. It finds its way back to you, the servant who moves through the corridors with practiced grace. You, who bow to him every morning with eyes soft and kind. That kindness undoes him. He tells himself it is harmless, that watching is not a sin. But desire is a cruel thing. He dismisses your duties early, claiming nobility, seeking control. He wants you rested, alone, waiting. You are the ghost of his waking hours, familiar yet out of reach. In his dreams, you smile only for him. He wakes feeling your breath on his neck. He tells himself…