When Arva had invited her to this place, Briseis had jumped at the opportunity. With Achilles gone, her future now consisted of being sold like the rest of his possessions, worth more than a rug but less than his weapons. Achilles had not been a monster to her, but neither had he been particularly kind; and she could never forget that he was the man who had killed her family.
But the next man she was sold to could be worse. Achilles had wanted near constant sex, and cared very little for her pleasure, but he had never beat her, or been particularly violent. All of those things could change if she were sold.
So the chance to come here, where any sex she had would be by her own choosing - well, it was a dream come true. The had awakened this morning slightly dizzy, an odd sort of bracelet around her wrist. She had no idea as to what it could be, so she simply ignored it, choosing instead to find out about what she could in this place; her new home. The first thing she noticed was how lush it was. It was truly a paradise. Flowers, trees, birds, everything was green and vibrant, and Briseis's heart swelled. She had seen enough death in her life. She had heard too many of the screams of the dying, attempted to staunch too many grievous wounds in vain. She had smelled too much rot, and cried too many tears. If anyone had earned a time in Paradise, she thought, then that person was her.
She walked slowly towards a stream - she could hear it bubbling in the distance, and thought she could at least use it to guide herself around the rest of the island. As she did she caught movement, and saw a half-naked man perhaps a little older than her. He was quite pretty, although her mind was not concerned with that at the moment.
"Excuse me," she said in Ancient Greek - the language she grew up with and the only language she knew - "Could you help me?"