A/N: I thought of the idea of this story before I started writing Shining and in some ways this plot actually inspire me to write Shining so don't be angry that these two story share a few characteristics.

Disclaimer: I have nothing you want.

If thing had been different I could have loved my son. If I had not been born the King of Troy and Paris had not been born to one day destroy Troy, then maybe we could have lived as father and son. He would have brought me joy and pride that only a father could know and I would have loved him with my every breathe, but atlas it is human nature to accept the will of the Gods.

It would've hurt less if I had just given to the mercy the wolves of the day he was born, but Hector had begged me to keep Paris, it was the only time I have ever seen my heir beg for anything. And so the King falter that day given way to the Father and I kept Paris with me for five summers. For five summer I would wake up to Cassandra screaming for me to kill him, screaming that Paris would demolish us all. I knew had to do something for Troy and all of her children I could not be selfish, I had to do what no Father should have ever do to his child, his flesh, his blood. They day came when I caught Paris running through the halls blinded by tears.

" Paris, my child what is wrong?" I asked picking the five year old up smoothing his wild curls.

"hrhmunrfk," he murmured into the crook of my neck while tightening his grip on my robe.

" Deiphobus said that I'm a monster that's why you tried to get rid of me, is it true Papa?" he looked into my face hopefully and I wish I could have told him that it wasn't true, but instead I said nothing which only made Paris cry harder knowing the truth behind my silence. I embrace my youngest once more rocking him gently humming a lullaby that I've heard long ago from my mother.

" Paris shhhhhh, don't cry. How about I take you on a trip tomorrow on our ship?" Paris nodded and I hugged him one last time before letting a slave take him to his mother. Tomorrow, tomorrow there will no longer be a Paris of Troy.

The next night.

We have been sailing all day and I pray to the Gods for strength to do my duty. All day along Paris was wonderful sight shouting, running, and jumping all over the deck, driving the crew crazy with his questions and rambling. Now I found him sitting on the deck staring at the stars. When he saw me he immediately ran to me and demand to be picked up. I comply to his wishes picking him up and sitting him oh the edge of our ship his feet dangled above the dark water.

" I love you," I hugged him close to me.

" I know," he simply said like it was a concrete fact.

" I hope that you'll find it in your heart to forgive me." I said.

"What…" I squeezed harder, " Papa I can't breathe." he squirmed trying to loosen my grip.

" I'm sorry," I whispered into his ear and shut my eyes tight as if it could shut out the sound of his voice calling my name. Then I let him fall into the deep and hope the Gods would be merciful to him. Till this day I could hear his voice calling for me to save him and until there was nothing but silence and the sound of the waves rocking the ship.

The guards came running having heard Paris's vain cries they tried to look for him into water but the darkness had already swallowed him.

"My lord?" They asked puzzle that I had made no effort to save my son.

" No one will breathe a word of this, I am clear?" They all nodded.

"Paris accidentally fell into the ocean and we could not save him. From now on Paris of Troy is died.

TBC

SO…..? Is this a keeper?