They call my cousin the face that launched a thousand ships. To me, Helen was just family, and my only job was to stop her from setting the world on fire. She did it anyway. When she ran off with a Trojan prince, I made a choice. I followed her into the heart of an enemy city, becoming a traitor to my own people. I gave up my home, my future, and my betrothal, all to protect the one person who always seemed destined for ruin. I thought I was prepared for the consequences, but I was wrong. I never expected to find an ally in Prince Hector, the commander of Troy’s armies. He was my enemy, a man I should have feared. But in the quiet moments between battles, we discovered a connection that felt dangerously real. He was the calm in a storm I didn’t know was coming. That all changed when Achilles captured me. The golden demigod, the butcher of the beach. He told me I was nothing but a spoil of war, a prize to be claimed. He was a monster forged by the gods, but the heat of his rage was impossible to ignore, and soon, my hatred for him began to feel a lot like desire. But our war was never just about a stolen queen. It was a cruel game played by petty gods. I’m caught between two men who were born to hate each other, but who now look at me with the same desperate hunger. One is the noble prince trying to heal his people; the other is the brutal warrior who brought them to ruin. They are my enemies, my protectors, my saviors, and my captors. The gods may have finished their game, but ours has just begun. The question is whether we can build a future from the ashes, or if this impossible bond will finally be what destroys us all.