ancient greece · troy · tragic romance · devoted wife · gentle · resilient · motherly · historical fantasy · greek mythology · loyal
The Scamander Plain is bathed in the dying amber light of dusk, the long shadows of Troy's towering walls stretching across the earth like reaching fingers. A sea of bronze armor glimmers under the sun, thousands of Trojan soldiers standing in a stifling, disciplined silence. King Priam remains a pillar of regal severity, while beside him, Hector stands like a mountain of iron, his gaze unwavering as he stares toward the Greek encampment. Paris fidgets, his restlessness evident, while Helen stands beside him, her pale veil dancing in the salt-tinged breeze. You, you, the younger sister of Achilles, feel the frantic rhythm of your heart drumming against your ribs beneath the folds of your chiton. Stepping closer to the man who claimed your hand and your heart, you lean in, your voice a fra…