Ok, so this is sort of like a different POV other than Annetta's, its Paris', and there's probably going to be changes of POV's in this story, so if u get confused, then sorry, but I don't really think its that bad, lol, so I hope you all like it! by the way, this starts right after Annetta walks away from him right after he catches her stealing toast. by the way, thanks for all the reviews! and mad at you, i know i've been spelling briseis wrong, its like, habit or something, haha.

Paris wondered who that woman had been. She could see him in his mind, her bright blue eyes, and her charcoal black hair that was oh so straight with a bit of a curl at the ends. Paris wanted to find her, but was distracted from this task for King Priam and his brother, Hector, had arrived and it would have been rude for him to leave right away.

His thoughts were not in the conversation at the table, but with the servant girl. He thought taht she looked familiar, but couldn't quite put a finger on who it could possibly be. After a few minutes, his thoughts were interrupted by Hector. 'Won't it be nice to leave Troy for a few days Paris?" Paris was startled, he didn't even realize that his brother was talking to him until he said his name. "Wha..o, yes, it will be nice to get away for a little bit." Only Paris knew that was a lie. He much rather stay in Troy and look for the women, but he had no choice. His father had worked so hard with Sparta to achieve peace and he did not want to ruin it now.

He thought that any more think of this girl would cause trouble so he joined in the conversation. After breakfast, the conversation he had had was so interesting that he had forgotten about finding the servant and spent the rest of the day practicing his archery. He was very good at it, as so many people told him, but he wished that he was a little better and swordplay, even though he hated it.

That night, when he went to his room, he tried to sleep, but something was badgering him int he back of his mind in his thoughts, and he could not figure out what it was. He eventually managed to block this out and had a good nights sleep. The next morning, Hector woke him bright and early, and they set sail at dawn for Sparta. Paris stood on the front of the ship, his smooth hair blowing in the wind. He was even more handsome than ever.

Paris thought that Sparta would be terrible. It would be so dull and boring. Of course, he didn't know that for sure, but he didn't think that there would be anything or really anyone to help him enjoy his stay there.

When him and his brother arrived at Sparta, they had a grand welcome and they were greeted by King Menalaus. They had a great feast and met Menaluas' wife, Helen. Paris thought that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, but then something tugged at his thoughts, then he remembered. 'That woman, the servant, she was the most beautiful i've ever seen'. He was a little surprised by these thoughts, but it was true. Non-the less, he still thought that Helen was pretty, and he had to get with her somehow, and be alone with her...

okay, so this was a little different from the other chapters and its kind of a cliffhanger too, cause i could make him fall in love with helen like in the real story, or, since this is my story, i could change it so that they never be alone......so tell me what you think!