The Trojan Queen

Persaius was born to be queen, she was also born into revenge and war. Since the day her parents died she has been trained to be the best queen in the history of the monarchy, when she gets kidnapped by the Greeks things change for Persaius and she no longer truly knows where her alliance lays.

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11. Getting captured again

 

Ten months later

The place where we rode was peaceful; there was no war on this part of the beach. Blood didn’t drench the sands and Greek ships didn’t surround the coast.

“Your highness, your cousin hector made us promises to have you home by sunset.” My chamber maid and good friend informed me. I nodded slightly in acknowledgment but made no move, I liked it here with the serenity, and it reminded me of the days before the war. Well it was my war to govern now; I had been crowned official queen just a mere week before. A soft whimpering sound came from the basket that was secured tightly in place in front of me on the saddle of calypso. I looked down at the face of me beautiful baby daughter. Her eyes were my deep green but her hair was that of her father’s colouring, black as night. I smiled at Polyexena; I knew she enjoyed sleeping in the sun as we rode each day, my beautiful princess.

“Yes I am aware Lilith, but do not fret we have hours before the sun sets.” I reasoned. Lilith did not look reassured so I gave in with a sad sigh and gestured for her to follow me home. Just as we were about to ride off yells sounded from all around us, Greeks! They were too close to outrun even on horses, we weren’t going to get away and before I knew it I was being grabbed and pulled down from my horse. I gave an ear-piercing cry and struggled against the hands that held me, I had to get Polyexena away from here, I didn’t care how as long as she was safe. My daughters screams of fright came from the basket and the Greeks stilled. No! They couldn’t get her; I searched frantically for Lilith and found her trying to break away from her captures as well. One of the men that I knew to be Odysseus took the basket from calypso’s saddle and looked inside. His eyes widened and he looked at me, no doubt he remembered me well from my brief stay ten months ago. Odysseus gently lifted one of Polyexena’s soft black locks and gasped, I knew he was seeing Achilles’ hair colouring in my daughter’s. I fought harder, tried to escape more until I heard a yell that stilled me.

“What is going on here?” I knew the voice and had thought of it for nine months.

“My lord, we have captured two young women and a baby, one woman seems to be the princess Persaius, my lord.” Odysseus calls and in moments Achilles is in front of me, staring at me with wide eyes, I pray to Hera that he reads the plea in mine to spare my daughter, our daughter. I can feel the fear flood through me, I hate the way his eye penetrate my soul.

“Give the mother back her child.” Achilles finally commands, Odysseus walks over to me and places Polyexena in my arms as though she were a wounded dove. Achilles’ eyes widen even farther at the sight of me holding Polyexena, he would have to get used to it if he was going to take us to his camp. Achilles gestured for his men to follow him and bring us, I had a bad feeling we were about to see Agamemnon. 

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