The Spartan and the Persian

Chapter 8

“Cirus” A sickly voice called out, jolting me out of the haze I was in.

Shoving him back I created as much space between s as possible, furious with myself for letting him get that close to me.

Was I about to kiss him? How could I be so stupid, my father was within 30 meters and I was here to get my family, not be intimate with a cocky Persian?

The dark haired woman who called his name sauntered over to us, giving me a look that could kill, her toga dipped low and there was a slit from the bottom up to her high thigh. As she walked her hips swung side to side with exaggerated effort and I was surprised that she didn’t fall over from balance, but I still noticed Cirus’ eyes followed her every move and dragged up her curves.

Standing in a position that blocked me out she spoke in a slow low voice to him but said her words loudly, obviously wanting me to know what she was saying. “When I woke up this morning you weren’t in bed, you left without saying goodbye” She stood close to him and ran a finger across his hard armour vest, then onto his bare bicep. He gave her a hooded look, obviously forgetting that I was right there, and flexed his muscled arm causing the tied leather the pull tight and the woman to grin like a pleasured cat. Her clawed fingers dragged down his chest, getting lower…

“Well of course I wanted to let you have your rest, you looked like a goddess sleeping and I couldn’t bring myself to wake you” He grinned down at her.

I scoffed at him and rolled my eyes, slipping away while he was preoccupied. I let my eyes search for the warrior and he must have returned to the others because he was nowhere in sight. In the distance, a cream sail floated along the waves getting smaller in the distance.

I cursed, knowing that the warriors would be on that ship. I had to reach my mother and brother before they did, my father was the best battle strategist in Sparta but I knew that he was about strength and attack and if the Persians realised that they where loosing they would slaughter every one of them. I wouldn’t let that happen. I would get them out, all of them. But first I had to get in.

I jogged towards the dock, this was the first time I had seen an actual boat and been by the open sea, being born and raised inside the Spartan city I never left. I had never seen these sights and right now I felt exhilarated and I bubbled with excitement trying to take in all the different sights, sounds and smells at the same time. Men threw barrels around and I dodged planks and large men on set paths obviously having jobs to do.

There was one man who seemed to be giving orders by the only vessel docked, I approached him with long strides and a determined stare, and he wore a pair of grubby baggy trousers tied with a red scarf and an open cotton vest that showed off his muscled chest.  I stopped dead in front of him obviously catching his attention and he gave me a cruel once over.  

“What do you want woman?” He growled out. My eyes widened in surprise, he couldn’t be over 20 and 3 so he was no elder and had no right to be talking down to me.

“Passage on your ship” I told him firmly.

His throaty laugh rang out. “Are you daft girl?

So now it was girl?

“You think I’m just going to let you on my ship? I’m a trader and if your small mind can’t understand that it means I don’t do anything for free. So if I do let you on my ship what will I get in return?”

“I have no money” I spat at him, annoyed at his lack of humanity.

“Your attractive enough, how about I let my men take a look at you and if any of them want you, you may board” He grinned at me with straight teeth.

My patience snapped and I released my dagger from its scabbard and it was pointing into his hard abdomen in seconds. “How about I don’t gut you like a cheap swine” I hissed. I had been having a really bad day and from the looks at everyone rushing to put things on the boat, this was the only one that left in a while. It was now or never.

He gave me an amused smile, not like I had a sharp knife pressed against his stomach. “Your fast, I may have use for you yet Spartan”

I gave him a hard look “What do you know of me?”

“I know that your following the group of warriors that just set sail to Persia and that you are probably related to one of them” He gave me a smirk and answered the question in my head. “Your sword has the seal of a Spartan warrior”

I lowered my dagger and gave him a steely look. “What do I have to do to secure safe passage on your boat?”

“I’m sure you will be useful eventually, if not then you have spirit in you and I like it. But how about you start as the deck boy… or girl” He chuckled and his handsome features became even more so. But something about this man was making me cautious, I didn’t trust him one bit.

He held out a hand and I hesitated before taking it. “My name is Zakaryia, but my crew calls me Zak”

I placed my hand in his. “Kleio” He brought my hand to his lips and gave it a light kiss.

"Welcome aboard Kleio”   

~ Im sorry it was so short! I had like 10 mintues to write it in between school work! IM STILL WIRTING, i promise. Please dont abandon this story because i havent! Just keep VOTING and COMMENTING and scream at me to write more because it really pushes me to write it! THANK YOU! ~