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The sun had long disappeared behind the towering walls of Troy, leaving only the faint glow of moonlight and the distant sound of the sea crashing against the shores. It had been a year since the war began, a year of battles, of loss, and of uncertainty. Inside the palace, the atmosphere was no less tense. Soldiers hurried about, preparing for the inevitable clash that the next day would bring, while the halls echoed with whispered conversations and the quiet clinking of armor being fastened. I lingered in the courtyard, watching the last of the light fade, feeling its warmth vanish from the stone beneath my feet.

Hector had been out all day—strategizing, leading, preparing—and as usual, his presence in the city was like a steady flame in the midst of the chaos. But even the strongest flames could flicker.

I turned and made my way back to my chambers, slipping through the dim corridors unnoticed. When I reached my room, the familiar sight of a steaming bath greeted me. The water shimmered with soft rose petals floating on the surface, the scent of lavender already wrapping around me. A small comfort in these uncertain times. I slowly removed my clothing, letting the silk slip from my body as I dipped into the water. The warmth wrapped around me like a lover's embrace, melting away the tension of the day. I leaned back, letting my hair spill over the edge of the tub, eyes closing as the fragrant water lapped gently at my skin. For a few precious moments, I let myself forget the war, forget the uncertainty of what tomorrow might bring.

But my peace was short-lived.

A knock at the door broke through the stillness. My eyes fluttered open, heart skipping a beat. "Come in," I called, my voice steady despite the sudden heat rising beneath my skin.

The door creaked open, and there he was—Hector, filling the doorway with his broad, powerful frame. His armor had been discarded, leaving him in a loose tunic that did little to hide the hard muscles beneath. His dark eyes found mine immediately, and for a moment, the air between us crackled with unspoken tension.

"You're still awake," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill down my spine. His eyes flicked to the water, lingering on the petals floating around me before returning to my face. There was something different in his gaze tonight, something darker, more intense.

I gave him a slow, knowing smile, leaning back in the water, the petals brushing against my bare skin as I moved. "It's hard to sleep with so much on my mind," I said softly, my voice taking on a husky edge. "And you? Shouldn't you be resting?"

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, his presence filling the room. "Resting isn't easy for me either," he admitted, his eyes never leaving mine. "Not tonight."

I watched as he moved closer, his movements slow, deliberate. The soft light of the torches cast shadows over his sharp features, highlighting the hard set of his jaw, the tension in his shoulders. My heart pounded in my chest as he stopped at the edge of the bath, looking down at me with that same intensity.

"Perhaps you should join me, then," I murmured, my lips curving into a playful smile. The suggestion hung in the air between us, heavy with the weight of everything unsaid.

For a moment, I thought he would decline, but then his gaze darkened, and a slow, wicked smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Is that what you want?" he asked, his voice low, rough, as if the very idea of it stirred something primal in him.

I bit my lip, my body heating under his gaze. "Maybe it is."

There was a pause—a beat of silence where the tension between us seemed to thicken, wrapping around us like a living thing. And then, without another word, Hector pulled his tunic over his head, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the scars of war that marred his otherwise perfect skin. My breath caught in my throat as he stepped into the bath, the water lapping at his powerful thighs as he lowered himself beside me.

His eyes never left mine as he reached for me, his rough fingers brushing against my bare skin, sending a shiver down my spine. The closeness of him, the heat of his body mingling with the warmth of the water, made my pulse quicken, my breath shallow. His hand moved to my neck, fingers trailing down to my collarbone, leaving a burning path in their wake.

"Do you really want this, Sabryna?" His voice was a low growl, his breath hot against my ear as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my neck.

I tilted my head, giving him more access, my body aching for his touch. "Yes," I breathed, my voice barely more than a whisper.

The moment the word left my lips, his mouth was on mine, claiming me in a kiss that was fierce, hungry. His hand tangled in my wet hair, pulling me closer as his tongue explored the depths of my mouth, tasting me, consuming me. The water sloshed around us as I pressed myself against him, the heat between us far surpassing the warmth of the bath.

His lips left mine, trailing down my throat, to my shoulder, each kiss more demanding than the last. My hands roamed over the hard muscles of his chest, feeling the strength beneath my fingertips, the power that thrummed just beneath the surface. He groaned softly against my skin, the sound sending a wave of desire crashing through me.

"I've wanted this," he whispered against my skin, his voice rough with need. "I've wanted you."

His words sent a shiver of pleasure through me, and I arched against him, my body pressing closer to his. "Then take me," I whispered back, my voice full of heat, of longing. As his hands explored my body, his touch was both tender and possessive. He traced the curves of my waist, the fullness of my breasts, and the softness of my inner thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. I let out a soft moan, unable to contain the pleasure that coursed through me.

He slid his hand between my legs, his fingers finding the most intimate part of me. I gasped as he touched me, his fingers firm and assertive, exploring me with a skill that left me breathless and wanting more. My body responded to his touch, arching against him, desperate for his touch, his kiss, his everything. As he entered me, I felt a momentary sting of pain, my virginity protesting the invasion. But Hector's touch was gentle, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he was trying to ease my discomfort. And then, the pleasure took over, the pain fading away as he stimulated me in ways I never thought possible.

Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, like two dancers caught in a trance, our hearts beating as one, our bodies slick with sweat, our moans echoing off the walls of the bath. The sensation of him inside me was intense, overwhelming, and yet, I craved more, wanting to lose myself in this passion that was consuming us both.

The bathwater churned around us, a reminder of the passion that surrounded us, the love that bound us together. As we moved together, the world outside receded, leaving only the two of us, lost in the moment, lost in each other, our bodies moving in a rhythm that was both primal and poetic. And in that moment, I knew I would never be the same. I had been claimed by Hector, the Prince of Troy. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, like two dancers caught in a trance, our hearts beating as one, our love burning like a fire that could never be extinguished.