• Prologue His hands clenched, fingers scratching at the almost perfect white marble steps, chocolate eyes clamped shut, his face contorted with agony. The usually perfectly placed ash coloured curls fell about his face, almost trying to hide the added humiliation that he, the eldest prince of Troy, was crying. Upon the steps to the great Temple of Apollo, Hector's hands were bound in front of him, sitting on his knees, first hearing, then feeling the crack of the leather whip against his skin. "Paris...." he whimpered as he tried to remember why he was enduring this pain and suffering. They had been blasphemous, the two of them together in Athena's olive grove, but of course it was big brother that took the downfall. It always was. Prince Paris of Troy stood on the balcony of his own chambers, watching the sun set over the great city, His great city. A smile played on the young boy's face as he recalled the day's events. He was seven years younger than his brother, now aged just 15, though he had a natural beauty that even Hector could not surpass. He was the Prince Paris, already well known, especially with his reputation the opposite sex. But now... the same sex also? His own brother, nonetheless. The young prince's eyes pricked up at the cries and sobs that echoed through the empty streets from the temple, the boy responded with nothing more than a shrug. "Just a servant I would imagine." Though only speaking to the air, paying no mind to the desperate pleas, he had something else to focus his mind on...