Adonia froze. She didn't know how to act around Paris. Usually she would go up and hug and kiss him to show him how much she loved him, but it was different now. Paris stole Helen because he loved her now.

Paris was still standing in her door. Adonia saw he was very uncomfortable seeing her there now. It suddenly dawned on her---Paris and she were alone together in a room. She knew she had to control her feelings, though.

"I really need to talk to you," Paris told her. Adonia shook her head in approval and sat down on the bed. Then Paris joined her.

"What's wrong," Adonia asked Paris. He just looked deep into his eyes. It seemed to Adonia like Paris was afraid to tell her what was bothering him. "Paris...tell me. Please."

"I'm in trouble." Paris admitted.

Adonia stood up and then looked at Paris. "What? What did you do? What's going on?" Adonia asked anxiously.

"I....I..." Paris trailed off. "I still love you. I've never stopped loving you. But I'm in trouble because I love two women. You and Helen."

This broke Adonia's heart for those were the words she least wanted to hear in all her life. She never would want to know the man she loved so much was in love with another women---even if he loved her too.

Adonia turned around quickly trailed off in thought. She also turned so Paris could not see the tears in her eyes. She never liked showing her weakness' to anyone.

"I think you should leave," Adonia finally said.

"What?" Paris asked sounding astonished. "But I just told you I still love you...and you want me to leave?"

"You love Helen!" Adonia said.

"No....Adonia, I love you!" Paris said almost shouting.

"But you love Helen as well. Am I just going to be someone you can be with when Helen doesn't feel like sharing love with you? I can't do that! I won't do that!"

Paris' eyes were filling up in tears. He had never thought of it like that. "You are the most selfish person I know. You steal Helen for yourself then when I show up you want both of us. You're lucky that you loved two women and they loved you back. You're lucky, and all you want is more!" Adonia shouted at him.

Now tears were rolling down Adonia's cheeks. She was truly heartbroken.

"I don't love Helen the way I love you. Your love is true love. My love for Helen is not as strong, it's just love because of her beauty. But now the problem is much bigger, Sparta is coming because I 'love' Helen. But you're my true, real love. I will always love you. Rather I'm dead or alive my love for you will never fade!" Paris said reassuring.

After he was done talking he pulled Adonia close to him and kissed her with such passion someone could not even imagine. Then he pulled away from her and looked deep into her eyes. "If I survive this war we will be together. Trust me!"

"I do trust you, Paris...with my life." Adonia said.

Then they both moved in towards another and kissed again. Paris placed one hand on her head feeling through her hair and the other on on her shoulder so he could never let go.

They were both caught up in the passion and were on the bed. The only thing they didn't know was Helen was looking on. Paris didn't love Helen, but Helen loved Paris. Paris promised her that if she left with him he would love her forever, but he wasn't true to his promise.

She was looking through the window of the room that Paris and her shared. She was crying nonetheless. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. The man she loved was with another woman. Then something happened that Helen did not expect.

"I can't do this. This isn't right." Adonia thought while kissing Paris. She suddenly pulled him away and jumped off the bed. "Paris," she said aloud, "I can't do this. It isn't right, and you know this. Helen loves you. You need to be with her. Not me!"

"But I love you. Doesn't that count for anything?" Paris asked.

"Paris, I'm the 'Drifter'. I drift from city to city and you can't go with me. It's too dangerous. I like my life now, besides the fact I'm not with you. I'm free! You know how important that is to me. But Helen, she will always be here for you. Give her a chance." Adonia told him.

"No. I love you, I'm not going to be with Helen. Why are you doing this to me?" Paris asked sounding hurt by what Adonia was telling him.

"Because I love you," Adonia admitted. "I want what's best for you."

"But you're what's best for me. Can't you see that? I'm miserable without you, I'm only happy around you. The whole world makes sense when I'm with you. I'll never be happy without you."

"You're going to have to be, Paris." Adonia said. "You need to leave, but there's one more thing I need to say before you go."

"What?" Paris asked.

Adonia walked closer to him and gave him a kiss that showed him how much she loved him. "Goodbye," she said. Then she motioned for Paris to leave, and he did. Paris did not know this goodbye was one that Adonia knew would be the last for tomorrow Sparta will be arriving and she would be there to defend the city of Troy.

Tomorrow Adonia would go to the massive gate of Troy and fight for a war that Paris brought on his own foolishness. She would most likely die because she wanted Paris to live the life she thought he deserved. She wanted Paris to live the rest of his life with the women she thought Paris deserved---which was not her!