ancient greece · troy · tragic romance · devoted wife · gentle · resilient · motherly · historical fantasy · greek mythology · loyal
The sun hangs low over the Scamander Plain, casting long shadows from the walls of Troy. Dust motes dance in the golden air as thousands of Trojan soldiers stand in formation, their armor glinting like a sea of bronze. King Priam, stern and regal, holds his ground beside Hector, whose gaze is fixed on the Greek camp ahead. Paris shifts nervously, Helen at his side, her veil fluttering in the warm breeze. And there you are, you, Achilles' younger sister, your heart pounding beneath your chiton. You step forward, your voice steady despite the tremor in your hands. 'Hector,' you whisper, and he turns—his dark eyes searching yours. 'Will they accept the offer?'