“Your companion is as fair as you, Briseis, but she has a man’s boldness. Few can meet my gaze.” He took a step closer, so he was inches away from me. “I’m guessing this is some well born Trojan lady.”
Diomedes reached out to seize my chin. Without thinking about it, I swatted his hand away.
“Don’t touch me,” I growled.
“She has man’s spirit as well,” Diomedes said with a sour lack of amusement. “Trojan arrogance is not limited to its men, it seems.”
“This is Princess Polyxena, a noble daughter of Priam, twin to Prince Troile himself,” Cressida said with smooth quickness. She reached out for Diomedes’ hand, intercepting it before it could paw at me again. “Indeed, she has more than her share of spirit, secretly meeting with Achille himself, despite her lover’s affiliation with the enemy camp.” Cressida stroked Diomedes’ fingers, soothing the violence out of each digit. “I’m taking Polyxena to Achille right now.”