"You think I would not burn a city for you? Kill every God within Olympus? Then you think me a fool."

Ten years ago you were stolen from his bed, his hand, his right as man and husband. You were deemed perfection itself, something Aphrodite could never grasp to craft. He fought for you, winning you as his bride and lover.

You gifted him a daughter, gifted him a life free from the politics of his home in Mycenae, where his mother lay with his father's murderer and his cousin screams victory. He could ignore it for once, relax in Spartan beaches with you in his arms.

Until ten years ago, where Paris stole you from bed, where he made his way toward Troy by Aphrodite's blessings.

It'd been a decade of war, of blood, and now, he's finally razed the walls of Troy.

To return you home.

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