Summary: What if Paris had died in the fight with Menelaus? What if Hector had still died in the battle with Achilles? Who will rule Troy after Priam is gone?
A/N: I do not own anything, though I wish I owned Eric Bana!
Elisabena
Chapter 1:
Hector and Elisabena walked through the streets of Troy together, talking and laughing. They were brother and sister, Hector older by two years. They were very close and very much alike.
"Will you be accompanying us to Sparta, dear sister?" Hector questioned.
Elisabena shook her head, "No. Father will not allow me. I begged him for close to an hour last night, but he does not want me to go to Sparta and I don't know why. He's sending Paris with you instead."
Hector sighed and sat down on a wall surrounding an herb garden. Elisabena joined him. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"Don't misunderstand me, I love our brother, but he does not have as good a mind for politics as you. He'll bed merchant's wives and priestesses; he won't care about why we're there."
Elisabena gave him a sympathetic smile. She knew he was right. She, too, was upset that her younger brother was going in her stead. "I'm sure father is doing this for a reason and that it is a good one."
Hector could tell she was saying that to make them both feel better; she loved going with him on campaigns and to meetings. Truth be told, he loved having her go as well. She was a great warrior, the only female soldier in all of Troy. She was his second-in-command, and everyone said she was almost as good in battle as him. He was proud to be her older brother.
The prince gave his sister a reassuring smile and kissed her temple. She responded with another smile of her own and laid her head on his strong shoulder.
After a few moments, Hector patted Elisabena's knee and started to get up. She lifted her head and groaned slightly, eliciting a chuckle from Hector. Once standing, he offered his hand to pull her up. She took it and rose to her feet.
"Come, it's getting late," he said, "Andromache will be wondering where I am. Tecton is probably wondering the same about you, too." They started back toward the palace.
"Tecton is a good match for you, I think. Though, you can both be a bit stubborn at times."
The princess punched him playfully and blushed. "Race you!" she yelled as she took off running.
This caught Hector by surprise but he ran after her, trying to catch up. A couple minutes later they were back at the palace. Elisabena had returned before Hector and was leaning against a wall with her arms folded, waiting for him.
When he reached her, he came to a stop and put his hands on his knees to catch his breath. "What, are you suddenly three years old again?" he asked.
Elisabena laughed, "If you think it so childish, why did you run?"
Hector remained silent.
"I thought so," she smiled at him. "I'm going to bed. You should, too, brother, you need your rest. You have a long journey tomorrow."
Hector gave his sister a hug and kissed her on the cheek.
Elisabena returned the gestures. "Promise you won't leave tomorrow without saying good bye."
"I promise," Hector spoke, "Good night, Elisa."
"Good night."