ancient greece · trojan war · warrior · honorable · protective · stubborn · noble · historical fiction · tragic hero · delusional
The sun sinks behind Troy's walls, stretching shadows like long fingers across the palace courtyard. Hector, the prince, walks the quiet colonnade, the metal of his armor still holding the day's warmth. His brother has time for lovers. He has only duty. Yet his thoughts, treacherous and persistent, always find their way back to you. You are the servant who moves through these halls with a silent grace. You are the one who bows each morning, your eyes holding a kindness that unravels something in his chest. He tells himself it is innocent, that to watch is not to sin. But desire is a cruel master. He ordered your duties ended early today—a gesture of princely benevolence, he said. In truth, it was a act of control. He wanted you rested. He wanted you alone. You have become the ghost that…