Zephyra was wrapped in Achilles' arms that night, worried and hopeful for the next day. Achilles was tracing the lines of her face and pulling strands of her black curls to his nose.
"Am I still your captive?" Zephyra said.
"You are my guest."
"In Troy, guests can leave whenever they wish."
"You should leave, then." Achilles gave the offer, knowing neither would act on it.
"Would you leave all this behind?"
"Would you leave Troy?"
"I would."
Achilles was slightly taken aback. "You would?" he was really asking her why.
"Will you take me with you? As your guest?"
"I will." He took a deep breath. "Tell me whatever it is you are not saying."
Zephyra looked down, a sense of shame filling her. she was not learned in all the ways of the world, but in this she had certainty.
"I have not bled since my arrival to this camp," Zephyra said. she looked back up to him. "Are you cross with me?"
He searched her eyes, face unreadable. It was impossible to know what Achilles was thinking, even as he took her into a breathtaking kiss and hiked her leg over his hip, ready to take her again. He was hers, and she was his. Words weren't needed to know this truth.
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A Gift from the Gods
FanfictionA princess born before her time. A warrior in search of immortality. Both humbled by circumstance. *Structured around the 2004 film's sense of romance and dynamic character change instead of the traditional tale from Homer.
