A/N: Clearly I do not own Hector, Paris, or anyone you may recognize here. This fic is based off of history as suggested by the MOVIE, so Paris does not live the first fifteen or so years as a sheperd boy on Mount Ida.
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Prince Hector was woken in the night by his nurse, Kallisto. "Prince Hector," she whispered.
Hector groaned and pressed his face into the bedding. "Kalli, it's late," he complained.
"Prince, my lord and lady wish your presence," Kallisto insisted.
"Can they wish it in the morning?" Hector whined into his pillow. He already knew the answer, but the night air was cold against his skin and he did not want to get up.
"Please, Hector, it's a lovely surprise."
Suddenly he was interested. "A surprise? What kind of surprise, Kalli?"
"Oh no, Prince Hector, I won't say another word until you do as my lord and lady commanded," she replied with a smile, "But I think you will like this surprise very much."
Hector scrambled out of bed, and Kallisto helped him into his chiton. Eagerly he followed her down the long, dim corridor to the rooms of his parents. He wondered what sort of surprise would have his mother and father wake him so late in the night and grew more excited.
He entered the room; it was lit, despite the hour. His mother smiled at him. "Hector," she said warmly, "Look!"
Kallisto prodded him gently towards the bed; it was only then that Hector noticed the cradle beside it. It was his old cradle, the one he had grown out of years ago. "What is it?" he demanded. Maybe it was a hound puppy, Father knew how much Hector wanted a hound-
Hector was startled when something inside the cradle moved. He had never seen a hound puppy that color. Hesitantly he peeked over the edge of the cradle.
No pretty puppy rested inside; instead there was a tiny, ugly person.
The babe flailed its chubby arms at Hector when it saw him. It was the ugliest creature Hector had ever seen, small and red and wrinkled, with patchy brown hair and black eyes. The babe somehow caught a lock of his hair in a fat fist and tugged.
"Let go!" Hector yelped, jerking back and nearly falling over. Hecuba laughed.
"His name is Paris Alexandros," Hector's father said. "He is your new brother, Hector."
Hector looked back into the cradle-Paris Alexandros gurgled at him, drool bubbling over his chin. A foul smell like sour milk reached Hector's nose, and he grimaced. "My brother?" he asked.
"Yes, Hector," his mother assured him.
Hector looked at his parents, then the cradle. They were clearly happy that Hector had a new brother, even if Hector was not. He smiled, and they looked relieved.
Secretly he already hated Paris.
Beginning chapter. I have Hector being six-ish when Paris is born because it fits the timeline I have in my head. Also, having been about that age when I first saw a baby made it easier for this chapter to be written. I would like some critique on this, so if you could please review and tell me what you thought of this chapter I would love it.