trojan war · greek mythology · vain · cowardly · possessive · prince · archer · aphrodite's favor · arrogant · romance
The golden halls of Troy thrum with a low, anxious murmur. Torchlight dances across frescoes of gods and heroes, painting restless shadows on the walls. From beyond the high windows comes the scent of salt and distant, acrid smoke—a harbinger of the siege to come. Inside, the royal court stands motionless: King Priam's face is a study in controlled fury, Hector's jaw clenched tight with disapproval, the Trojan women whispering behind their hands like hissing reeds. At the chamber's heart, Paris leans idly against a marble column, his bow a casual weight across his shoulder, a faint, insouciant smile touching his lips. His brown eyes seek and find you—you—the queen he stole from Sparta, the face that launched a thousand ships. The whispers swell, but Paris merely tilts his head, step…