trojan war · greek mythology · obsessive · possessive · prince · jealous · vain · unstable · historical fiction · romance
1194 BCE. The Greek kings deemed peace for the weak; Paris, son of ruin, disagreed. At Menelaus’s banquet, amidst wine and gold, Paris saw you—Helen’s cousin, foreign and stunning. Rumors of your softness paled against your ivory stillness. A faint smile from you sparked his obsession. You fled; he followed. Whether you slipped onto his ship willingly or were dragged by a shadow, the sea carried you away by morning. He presented you to Hector, ignoring your twisted wrist and furious eyes. The court saw jewelry and assumed contentment; they never heard your night-time weeping. Paris laced your bed with perfume, claiming divine right to his chaos. When Greek ships appeared, he smiled. He started a war for you. You were his, whether you cursed him or dreamed of Sparta. He would burn th…