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The moment they crossed the sea and landed on our beach, I knew it was trouble.

With the Gods taking sides-and my cousin taking the Greek King's bride- war was imminent.

I expected them. I was prepared for them.

But I wasn't for him.

I was his war prize. His captive.

He calls me his little bird, and I guess I am because he put me in a gilded cage and clipped my wings.

I should hate him, but I don't.

I shouldn't want him, but I do.

I shouldn't fall in love with him...but I am.