Paris is such a disappointment
At Hector's words, the nobles and attendants who were uninvolved in the affairs of war, including Queen Hecuba and many of the other court women, began to file out, their soft murmurs filling the hall as they exited. Helen followed, her graceful presence lingering in the room a moment longer than most. Paris, as if unwilling to be left behind, quickly joined her, casting a final glance back at those who remained. Hector watched his younger brother depart with a flash of irritation in his eyes. As a prince of Troy, Paris should have stayed; these discussions were essential to the kingdom's future, yet Paris seemed preoccupied with more personal matters.
I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me
Fantasy · Juan_Tenorio
Hey Manchild who asked you to speak?
The silence was punctuated by an outraged shout. "What! How arrogant you are!" Paris, who had stood quietly until now, snapped with indignation. It was clear he had been waiting for any excuse to lash out, his resentment simmering beneath the surface. More than resentment, it looked more like jealousy as his family seemed to consider Heiron more than him.
I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me
Fantasy · Juan_Tenorio
Thank you for the chapter!!!
Office lore is usually true youngins
Rumours of a mysterious 'Chairman' had floated around the halls for years, but they had been dismissed as nothing more than office lore.
Beyond the Bloodline
Fantasy · _michael
These underlings need to learn how to recognize important peoople
"Who are y-?!"
Beyond the Bloodline
Fantasy · _michael
"willingly" 🙄🙄
That look. It was what infuriated Andromache the most about Helen. How dare she look apologetic after all she had brought upon them? After willingly coming here, after defying the bonds of marriage and nation to indulge in this selfish romance, did she have the audacity to appear sorrowful?
I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me
Fantasy · Juan_Tenorio
wait... so literally no one knows she was basically brainwashed except the Gods?
A figure at the far end of the corridor caught Helen's attention, interrupting her thoughts. Andromache, Hector's wife, moved gracefully toward her, her expression composed yet cool. Though she was indeed beautiful in her own right, Andromache's looks were no match for Helen's fabled allure—an undeniable reality that had only widened the chasm between them. From the moment Helen had arrived, Andromache's disdain had been palpable. She made no attempt to mask her belief that Helen had entrapped Paris with her beauty, her charm a deceptive spell that had led him into folly.
I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me
Fantasy · Juan_Tenorio
definitely gotta kill paris
Paris alone offered her sympathy, but she knew it was shallow, a love born of allure and desire rather than any true understanding. In his infatuation, he seemed blind to her isolation, caught in a fantasy that did not see the woman beyond the face.
I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me
Fantasy · Juan_Tenorio
"You will certainly never find a man who can see past your beauty, Helen. All men will look only at your beauty, nothing more. The sooner you accept this, the better your life will be," Clytemnestra's words cut through the evening stillness like a blade. They were sharp, perhaps too sharp, but beneath her harsh tone, there was an unmistakable glint of concern, a sister's care cloaked in caution.
I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me
Fantasy · Juan_Tenorio
We might have a war on our hands because I have accepted Achilles as the best girl
Khillea's tongue work * (1)
I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me
Fantasy · Juan_Tenorio