I own the eyes of everyone who reads this sentence. Nothing else.

-PARIS POV-

"Ah, the joys of marriage! You do the work while she spends the marriage, she chooses whether or not you can bed her and by each new moon she turns uglier and crabbier and lastly you get to be stuck with her for eternity! Never to turn your head to another woman!" Paris said to Aeneas, his favourite cousin and best friend.

"Oh shut up!" Aeneas said giving Paris a smirk, "At least I can finally see what all the fuss of marriage is about." Aeneas leant back in the grass and looked at the sky. He was going to be married today. Paris was to be his best man and Tara, his wife's sister was going to be the virgin bridesmaid.

"Oh why oh why didn't I get the pretty one?" Paris teased pointing out that Creusa, Aeneas' wife to be, was far uglier than Oenone, Paris' wife.

"You are such a pain in my ass." Aeneas said throwing some ripped grass in Paris' face. Paris let out a boyish laugh and sat up, "At least you get to bed her tonight."

"Unless she chooses not to." Aeneas said gloomily.

"She would want to. She's just as curious as you are." Paris said seriously.

"How do you know? You don't even know her." Aeneas said looking at Paris.

"Neither do you but I know women." Paris said nodding trying to be wise.

"Bloody show-off you are." Aeneas smirked, "You're a prince for three months and already you've found your way to every pretty maid's heart in the palace and you've even managed to become a favourite of Priam." Aeneas had a sarcastic tint of jealousy in his voice but truthfully Aeneas was far too much of a good man to ever be jealous of Paris. Aeneas had a title of his own. Everyone in Troy knew him as the champion fighter- second best only to Hector and Paris could never compete next to Aeneas.

"She'll be all over you tonight and when she realises how small your package is that's when she'll—Oof!" Paris stopped midway since Aeneas had punched him in the stomach.

"Ow!" Aeneas yelled as Paris punched him back and they both tackled each other rolling around in the grass throwing punches and exaggeratedly wrestling each other.

"Whatever happens Paris." Aeneas said breathing heavily, "Don't ever estimate the size of my package. It's bigger than you think."

"Good man." Paris said panting and they both stood up to get ready for the wedding which they were meant to be getting ready for two hours ago.

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"Son." King Priam says beaming with happiness over seeing his son. He has long forgotten the prophecy when Paris was born.

"Father," Paris said with a bit of a grin on his face. He was wondering what Aeneas would be doing this night with his new wife Creusa.

"You have been my son for three months now and now the time has come." Priam said to Paris. Paris' smile froze on his face and his heart skipped a beat. Time for what?

Paris was suddenly aware that Hector and all forty-nine of his brothers were there watching him. Hector was smiling kindly but some had sour looks on their faces.

"A long time ago, before I met your Mother even. My father Laomedon was the king of Troy and for one reason or another he offended Hercules, the greatest warrior in the world. Hercules and his band of Greek followers invaded Troy killed my father and captured my sister…Hesione. She was taken by Telamon as a prisoner." Priam gave a shaky breath looking as if he was about to break down and cry. Hector came over and kissed his wrinkly father's head. Poor Paris stood shocked with his heart beating painfully. What was happening? The king was about to cry! This was serious…

"Paris…My son." Priam started and Paris prepared himself for a huge task and leant in to listen carefully, "You must go and ask Menelaus, King of Sparta to return my sister so I can see her one last time." Priam said looking up at Paris' young handsome face.

Hector looked at Paris with his lips pursed worriedly. Would Paris, full of spirit and life, accept such a large quest?

"Father…" Paris began in a perfectly serious voice and Hector smiled already knowing the answer, "Of course I will!"
"This voyage will doom Troy." Cassandra told her Father Priam.

"I will forgive Paris if he fails to find out where my sister is. If he finds out that my sister is well and happy than it will be a success. I doubt that he will return with her being carried in his arms." Priam said but a part of him wished that Paris would.

"Father! Listen to me! I am a seer! This voyage will bring all of Greece against us!" Cassandra shouted restraining herself from shaking the old man.

Priam held his head in his hands, "Cassandra dear, you give me a headache."

Varsity, one of the forty-nine sisters of Cassandra came in and threw Cassandra a dirty look; who did she think she was disturbing their ancient father? Cassandra threw Varsity a dirty look back and then turned and gave her father a withering face, "Fine. Be that way." She said spitefully.

"Don't ask him straight away. Wait at least three days. Three days are the days of welcome. After that you ask him. If he says something spiteful against princess Hesione than do not act offended. Stay for a week than leave. If he gives good news of Hesione than stay for two weeks and if he gives you permission to retrieve Hesione from the house of Telamon than wait for three days more before you do! He has to warn Telamon at least. Then if you do manage to retrieve Hesione leave at once! Do not stay a moment longer do you understand?" Hector was giving Paris a very good lecture and Paris quietly repeated all of Hector's wise words to himself.

"Stay for a week if it's bad news and two weeks if it is good news. Wait three days if allowed to retrieve Hesione from Telamon." Paris repeated to himself frowning.

"And remember. Menelaus is a foolish man." Hector whispered to Paris, "But very powerful. Do not under any circumstances offend him!"

"And don't abduct anyone!" Cassandra said creeping up behind Paris and Hector. Paris gave a small jump at Cassandra's appearance and missed her advice.

"Sorry? What was that Cassie?" Paris asked. Cassandra's heart melted at Paris' nickname for her- a sign that he loved her- but didn't lose her head for a second.

"Don't start a war young Paris." Cassandra repeated in a deadly quiet voice.

Paris' hair drooped slightly in disappointment. Did she really think that he would want to bring war on the family that had been so kind to him? Especially to her and Hector? They were his favourite brother and sister.

Hector threw Cassandra a scowl. That was not what to say to their brother who was hardly a man yet and did not yet know the full responsibilities of being a prince.

"I won't." Paris gulped uncertainly.

"Have a good trip brother but did you really have to ask for Aeneas to come as well?" Hector said in a stern voice but Paris let out a boyish giggle.

"I'm doing him a favour."

Hector raised an eyebrow, "I don't see how. You're just making yourself an enemy to his wife Creusa!"

"She doesn't hate Paris. She loves him because he is so handsome." Cassandra said.

"Yeah!" Paris agreed only hearing what he wanted to hear, "She won't hate me Hector! Anyway Aeneas isn't ready for marriage yet! I'm just giving him two weeks more time!"

"You're need to help others Paris will one day be the death of us all." Cassandra said softly to herself. Paris tried to ignore Cassandra. She had been making the same comments for three months and everyone thought her a bit mad. Hector gave a small sigh then smiled teasingly at Paris ignoring Cassandra's remark.

"Oh, and you- young Paris- call yourself an expert on marriage?" Hector said shoving Paris. Paris rubbed his arm and stuck out his tongue.

"You can't talk! It's going to be ages before you and Andromache get married!" Paris said trying to throw a fake punch at Hector.

"A year. And by royal terms you shouldn't be married before me." Hector said grabbing Paris' flailing arms. Paris definitely sucked at fighting.

"Well then that's okay because that way I won't have to be faithful to Oenone!" Paris said and blushed when he saw that Cassandra was still standing there.

Cassandra however was deep in thought and felt Paris' blush in her direction, "You should stay faithful to your wife Paris. No matter what, stay faithful." She warned.

Paris looked at her confusedly; he was confused by most things Cassandra said because he hadn't gotten used to the idea that she thought that she could see the future yet. However it was thanks to Paris that most people stopped calling Cassandra a crack-pot.

"Go! You were meant to board five minutes ago!" Hector said giving Paris one last shove. Paris immediately lifted up his fist but then thought the better of it and started to run to his ship.

"BYE!" Paris yelled waving to Cassandra and Hector who, even though they grew smaller in the distance, never looked as royal, wise and loving as they did at that moment.

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I started this story again because I wanted to skip a few steps and go straight to Sparta.

I apologize to Comodore Chiliidog (sp?) for wasting her previous review