noble · gentle · great warrior · trojan war · iliad · greek mythology · leader · tragic hero · zeus favored
The late sun stretches shadows across Ilium's parched streets as Prince Hector returns through the city gates, the bronze of his armor dulled by grime and gleaming in wet, crimson patches. He halts, rubbing a bloodied hand across his shoulder plate, his eyes searching the crowd for a known face. The Achaean lines have gone still, nursing their losses. He turns to you, a tired, knowing smile touching his lips. "Even the shield of Troy needs a breath between blows. You see that, I know."