Night gave way to day as a new morning dawned in Troy and the long clean up began. Hector yawned and stretched out as his new found love still slept curled up at his side. He was relieved to still have her, no thanks to his father. Hector's brow furrowed as a frown spread across his face. He decided that he needed to have a little 'talk' with the king. Hector carefully slipped out of Liberty's embrace, dressed and quietly exited the room. As he closed the door behind him, he saw his brother coming towards him.

"Going to have a chat with Father too?"

Hector nodded, "I can assume you're going for the same reason I am."

Paris nodded, "Indeed. What father did was inexcusable – regardless of everything that has been going on around the kingdom. If it wasn't for Liberty we'd all be dead by now and Troy just nothing but ash and a place of death."

"Not to defend his actions brother, but he did what he thought was right," Hector said leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. He sighed, pulling the robe he was wearing closed. "Yet he was wrong about Liberty, Charis, and everything."

Paris went over and put a hand on his brother's shoulder. "It's alright my brother, they are safe and so is Troy."

Hector nodded, "And so is my son – as well as you. As long as the four of you were unharmed then I am happy. Troy can be rebuilt, but there is no way to replace the hole that would be left in my heart if something happened to you all."

Paris blinked in shock at his brother's sudden sentiment. Never before had he seen his brother this kind and so emotional. He knew how much everything meant to him, but this was the first time that he had ever seen Hector so passionate and adamant about something so much that he was on the verge of tears. Paris stood there helpless, not really knowing what to do to comfort his brother.

"Hector..." Paris spoke meekly as he looked up into his brother's face.

A smile spread across Hector's face. "My brother." He then embraced Paris. "Come now...we must go and talk with Father." Paris nodded as Hector released him and the two walked down the hallway towards the throne room.

Priam was sitting hunched over in his throne, his age wearing heavily on his formerly proud and handsome features. One hand clutched tightly at his robes, the other holding his weary head.

"I know what you have come to say, my sons," he drawled, not looking up.

Paris moved over and kneeled before the king. "Father, do you now realize that Liberty has saved Troy?"

Priam lifted his head slightly to look at his youngest son in front of him. "I have realized that now. This proud king has fallen. I realize now that Charis was meant to be your wife, Paris. She is a good girl and beautiful woman. I am glad you were not as blind as I." He tilted his head and looked sideways at Hector, his normally bright eyes darkened with sorrow and grief. "Hector, my son, what I have done to you is unforgivable, I know, but I am sorry just the same."

Hector stepped forward and clutched his father's free hand. "Father, I forgive you. Do not worry. All is safe now."

Priam looked at his children mournfully. "I nearly destroyed Troy with my pride. I realize now that I must step down. I can no longer make a fair king. Death is upon me, I feel it. I want you, Hector, to take the throne of Troy."

The princes stared at their father in bewilderment.

"Do not argue with me," Priam continued, lifting his hand to silence them. "I know when my time is passed. Hector will make a good and honest king. If I suspect correctly, Liberty will also make a good and fair queen."

Charis softly knocked on the chamber door to Hector's room, hoping that Liberty was awake so she could check to see how her new found friend was doing.

A sleepy voice greeted her. "Come in."

Charis chuckled as she poked her head into the room. "I didn't wake you did I?"

Liberty shook her head as she sat up wrapped in a bed sheet. "Oh, no no. Come on in."

Charis did just that and ran to her friend and embraced her tightly. "I'm glad that you're alright."

Liberty just hugged her friend. After a few moments, Charis allowed Liberty to break free of the embrace and to dress.

"Have you seen Paris?"

Liberty shook her head once she emerged from behind the changing screen. "Probably with Hector talking to Priam about how wrong he was about us."

"You think we should go and see?"

Liberty nodded, "And if Priam doesn't like it, too bad!"

Charis laughed as she exited the room with Liberty close behind. They could hear the voices of the King and his two sons traveling down the hallway from the throne room as they made their way to it. Both the women poked their heads in, fearful of interrupting anything important or hearing things that they were not supposed to hear. They saw Hector seated on his throne at the side of the King with Paris looking around unsure what to do or say when he saw Charis and Liberty out of the corner of his eye. He smiled and went over to them both.

"Spying?" He laughed in amusement.

Both of them blushed as Hector got up and walked over to Liberty giving her a large hug. Paris took Charis' hand and brought them out of hiding before the King. Despite everything that had happened between Priam, Charis, and Liberty hours before, the women showed respect to the elder king and curtsied politely to him.

Priam shook his head and climbed slowly out of his seat, shuffling over to the girls and embracing them both at the same time. "Words cannot express the regret I feel about what I've done. I hope you two will be able to find it in your hearts to forgive me."

He released them and Liberty took his hand, holding it in both of hers. "Nah, it's okay, mate. I totally get..." she paused before starting again. "I mean, all is forgiven, sire. I understand that you were a little hesitant to trust a strange girl from a different place and time and that you were just trying to protect your kingdom and your family."

She looked over at Hector, her eyes sparkling. "I just want you to know, King Priam, that I love your son more than life itself, and I would protect him, and Troy, with my life."

Priam nodded and released her hand. "And you have, child. I am grateful for it. Forgive this old fool for doubting you."