Andromache (Rosé x fem reader)

κεφάλαιο V

Hector was a noble and honest man as well as a soldier and father.

He was a hero who not once flinched at what destiny or whatever god had to bring him, no matter how difficult or gut-wrenching the situation may be.

Hector was the prince of Troy, already destined to become one of the greatest heroes of his era, myth or not.

Andromache, not so much, despite being the daughter of Eetion; the ruler of Cilician Thebe.

Unfortunately, for Andromache, her city was taken over by the great Achilles, leaving her family lifeless becoming one at the ruins of the city they helped build. But life was still in motion and she had to continue with life. It wasn't until after the devastation of losing her family in a blood bath that her life led to a new start with what would be the love of her life, Hector. They were married, and had a beautiful, or maybe ugly child; I couldn't say I wasn't there. They lived great, life was good and it played out fantastic for them. Something that made people not want to ask for more. Something people only ever wished for when blowing candles out.

If I thought I was the queen of Ephyra then just wait till you see this.

Hector wasn't a ruler, yet, but it didn't matter because life was enjoyable with his newly formed family, not even a throne and luxuries could bring this much pleasure. The pleasure of love is the one thing that didn't leave us to ache in this populated world rules with anger, cravings of power and hate. That was until the War of Trojan kicked in and he had to risk his life on the front lines.

Andromache was nothing but a supportive wife and right-hand woman to her husband. Regardless, she made sure that he paid his duties as the next in line for the throne and as a father—not forgetting about his duties to his son that he had to encourage by being his role model. Hector didn't make it, yet another devastation, only allowing the brave soul to fulfill one of Andromache's requests but she felt no anger towards him. Why would she? It was something she couldn't control.

Her life was nothing but a Sisyphean task. She would keep going despite the big rock she was trying to roll up the mountain winning over her frail body and soul—setting her back to square one repeatedly. I almost resonated but I couldn't say that I fully could because I didn't lose my parents to a gruesome encounter, or my lover to a war of bravery. Perhaps, metaphorically, I was a victim of all those things.

"What does Sisyphean mean?" I was thinking about the story I read once on the edge of Roseanne's bed as she practiced some church song on her piano.

I was currently typing my essay—Not that the story of Hector and Andromache had correlation to my essay but I resonated with parts here and there with my situation, as well as with so many other stories written by Ancient Greek civilians that had nothing to do but philosophy and make sure the other civilians didn't die of ennui. Who didn't enjoy a good read?

I looked at the girl with bangs beside me who was eyeing my laptop screen. It was still early morning because she begged me to arrive at school to make up for our lost time. She even said she missed running for me which was flattering if I may say.

"It's like an impossible task. No matter how many times you try you can't complete it even if you have the urge to continue trying. Well, the meaning doesn't go that deep, it's more like a theme." She nodded up and down as her throat released an understanding 'ahh' and at this moment if I wasn't aware that zombies aren't real—yet, then I'd be running away from her.

She was still gorgeous she just had those added eye bags and the bedhead that her famous hair spray couldn't tame.

"You know Lili, we didn't have to meet up so early we always have after school." She made crying noises, similar to those of a whimpering dog, and hugged my side. Her turgid bottom lip sticking out.