An Alternative Universe: Troy

Summary:

What if there is no Helen? That the only reason why Troy-Greece has a war because of Agamemnon's greedy in power. And instead of Briseis, the one captured is Paris, youngest prince of Troy. What will happen when he meets the valiant warrior Achilles? Add in the twist is Prince Hector, who is very protective with his younger brother. Is there any chance that love will happen between two people who are torn between their duty and their love for each other?

Warning: slash, AU

Pairing: Achilles/Paris

Disclaimer: not mine....

A/N: this is my first slash fic... and any mistakes please bear with me... feedback is appreciated. Thanks a bunch for Lady Corinthian for the big help... yay I got now a beta reader. To all who offered thank you very much... you didn't know how much I appreciate your concerns... also with the tips and advice thank you.... to all of you who reviewed thank you!! And question will be answered later on... This chapter has been edited.... Hope you like it....

Chapter 2 "Prince Meet Warrior"

"Milord, there is something I want to show you." Myridion said as he led Achilles to his tent. Achilles found a man younger than him at the corner of his tent. The man was dressed in light blue robes but what caught his eye is the curly hair and deep brown eyes the man had.

"Leave us." Achilles said. When he knew that they are alone, he spoke to his silent captive, "Who are you?" The young man didn't answer, he just bowed his head. Achilles walked in front of the young man and touched the young man's chin, "I see you are royalty." This, the Greek champion concluded from the boy's clothing, which was very fine. Paris, for that was the young prisoner's name, just turned away from his enemy.

"What is your name?" Achilles asked as he freed Paris from his bonds.

Paris brought his hands forward and started massaging his wrists once he had been released, "I go by the name Alexandros." It was not a lie, it was true. His name was Alexandros, but only to his brother and cousins. To everyone else, he was known as Paris, Prince of Troy. He didn't want to tell his captor that he was prince because he might be a trap for his father. And the last thing he wanted was to become the reason for Troy's defeat by Greece.

"Alexandros is a good name." Achilles said as he gave Paris food, "My name is Achilles." But Paris refused the food silently. Achilles looked at him curiously, "You don't want to eat?" Paris shook his head slightly. How could he think of food at a time such as this?

"Why are you here? Why are you attacking my home?" Paris asked quietly.

"Well, maybe it is my destiny to fight." Achilles stated simply as he sat across from Paris.

"Fight? I didn't see my kingd-my home fighting to you." Paris said to Achilles, who was busy eating. Achilles nodded, "It's my duty, Alexandros, I'm sorry."

Paris was angry, he only wished Hector was there, protecting him. He just looked away and tried not to cry. He tried not to cry because, to everyone in Troy, he was a strong and charming prince, but deep inside he was sensitive. He loved Troy as his brother and father loved Troy, but unlike them, he didn't want to fight he only wanted peace.

Achilles watched the younger man struggling with his emotions. He looked at the young Trojan, wondering if Alexandros really was his name. He was royalty, but that was really all Achilles knew about his captive. Another thing that intrigued Achilles was that he was very beautiful, possessing a lean body and a fair face with expressive brown eyes and soft lips. As he finished his food, Myridion entered the tent. It seemed that Agamemnon needed Achilles.

"You'll be staying here." He said to Paris, who remained silent, then stood up and went to the door of the tent, "Don't worry, you'll be safe here, at least while you're in my tent." Seeing that his captive wasn't going to answer, Achilles went to Agamemnon.

Once Achilles was gone, Paris closed his eyes, thinking that maybe if he did that, he could be back to his chamber, where he was safe. But, when he opened his eyes he was still there in the tent of Achilles. Slowly and gently, he pulled his knees up to his chin, and rests his chin on them. Suddenly, the tears he'd tried so hard to hold back began to fall. For once in his life, Paris felt unprotected because, for the first time, there was no Hector or King Priam who would protect him from harm. He was completely alone and at the utter mercy of his enemy. Whatever happened, he could not let Achilles know that his true name was Paris, and that he was one of Priam's sons. Or could he? What might the champion do if he knew that his silent captive was really the youngest of the Trojan princes?

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