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Chapter 3

Hector walked slowly across his bedroom, towards the bed, where Andromache was sleeping peacefully. Looking at her, he took his clothes and dressed up. It was dinner time, and his father, the king Priam, had told them to come.

"Andromache?" he called her, softly, and she moaned. "Get up, dinner will be served in no time" She opened her eyes and looked at him, feeling so tired.

"I don't want to go.. I already know what will your father say.. he will send you there, I'll loose you once again.. you're always travelling!" She sat on the bed, combing her hair with her hands. Her dark eyes were full of tears, and Hector hurried up towards her. Sitting down, he caressed her cheek.

"Don't act like a child" A smile showed up on his lips. "You know it's just a short journey.. we'll be back soon.." Andromache stood up, angrily, and took her baby on her arms.

"Then, why he doesn't send Paris only? Maybe the king doesn't realise that you have a son?" Her lips trembled, as if she was going to cry. Hector stood up and sighed.

"I'm his son, and Paris is my brother.. we must go together. And you must understand it as well" Touching her arm, he smiled. "Now, get dressed and leave the baby with the servant" She took a deep breath and nodded, resigned.

"As you want.. but remember that I don't agree with this" Hector gave her a last smile before opening the door.

The halls were silent, torches shinning in fire. With long steps he reached the main hall, where he could hear the noises from the dinning room. He wondered what would his father tell them. His dark eyes were lost somewhere and he didn't hear his brother approaching him.

"Hector, nice to meet you" Paris smiled widely, and stopped beside his brother, who was smiling as well. "Had a good afternoon?"

"Like always" They both entered the dinning room, already crowded. The same people every day, happy persons drinking the best wines and eating the best meats. Hector knew them since he was just a small boy, and Paris wished more than nothing to join the group. But both brothers stopped at the same time, with the same thought. They looked at each other in surprise, and Paris frowned.

"Who is she?" His whisper could only be heard by Hector, who was analysing her. She was sitting near from the king, wearing a white light dress that showed a tanned body. Her light brown hair fell over her shoulders, and around her neck, she was wearing a bright jewel, with a kind of symbol. Her face was pretty, her dark eyes shiny, and her mouth showing a shy smile. She was quiet, observing the scene. Hector walked some steps, and Paris followed him.

"Paris, I think our father owes us an explanation" Murmured Hector, as they approached the king's throne.

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I was placed on the seat that Priam had showed me. I hated being there, observed by all those villagers and soldiers, hearing questions about me, my origins and my name. Priam ordered me to be quiet, pretending I didn't speak their language.. as if I was mute. He said this was the most important thing. "Don't make questions", he had said. And I obeyed. Feeling so uncomfortable with that open dress, showing too much skin, I didn't know how to put myself, avoiding some kind of movements that could show too much.

I had been sitting there for minutes, hearing the conversations, looking around.. my chair was comfortable, but I was hungry. What were we waiting for? It seemed the king was expecting someone else to join us, and suddenly I remembered he mentioned a son. Again, I wished I had studied more history and not science. Sighing, I touched my neck. The jewel was to heavy, the room was hot and I was feeling dizzy. Maybe it was because of the cup of wine they had given me.. I never drunk alcohol, and I wasn't used to its effects, so that single cup was causing a strange feeling in my head.

I looked up when some people became silent. Two persons had entered the room, walking slowly, and they stopped all from the sudden. I tried to distinguish them, but I was sitting too far away.. I didn't have such a good sight, I was too dizzy because of that horrible beverage. So I looked away, smiled and pretended I was having a good time.

It was then, after some seconds, when I was able to watch at the couple. A tall, and I mean very tall man, strong, with muscles drawn on his arms, chest and legs, the strongest man I had ever seen in person. His curly hair wasn't too long, his small beard was hiding his face, but from his eyes I noticed he was really handsome. And he was observing me with a strict look. I felt my face blushing, but I still wasn't ready for what I would find in the next move of my eyes. The other man, younger than him, and his face.. he was the most good looking man I had ever seen before.. a bit shorter than the other one, his face was so sweet and it showed energy in his dark eyes. I smiled, shocked. He was him, that couldn't be real. Now I knew why all the faces looked familiar to me. He was like the Paris from the movie, too good to be real. Since when Hollywood actors looked like historical characters? I was becoming crazy. And the other one also.. I wished I had accepted Dave's invitation to the cinema. Priam stood up from his throne, and I finally reacted, not aware of what I was doing. I had been staring at them for a lot of time.

"Welcome, my sons.. "They hugged and Priam looked at me. "Stand up, Alana.." I obeyed, and walked towards them, feeling observed by the whole room. I knew I had to be quiet, pretending I couldn't understand their conversation. "Hector, Paris.. this is Alana, my new guest. She has come from the distant lands, and she can't speak our language"

"What does this mean? What is she doing here?" Asked Hector, while Paris eyes scanned all my body in disbelief.

"A girl from distant lands?" The boy who looked like Orlando said, with a frown. "What's happening here, father?" Yes, I wondered the same, and now I would get an answer from Priam.

"I'm the king, right?" His voice sounded sharp, like ice. His two sons nodded, slowly.

"Yes, father" Paris replied. Priam took a deep breath.

"So.. what I'm doing in my kingdom is my business only. She has come for political matters, and she will part with both of you tomorrow" Hector and Paris looked up at him, and I couldn't help doing the same, feeling shocked. But I reacted soon, I was supposed to not understand language.

"What?" They both asked at the same time. Hector looked at me again.

"She can't come with us to Greece!" His voice sounded strongly across the room.

"Greece?" I asked, and Priam gave me a killing look.

"Did she understand?" Paris asked, with a worried face.

"She knows about Greece, of course" Priam replied, calmly. Then, he sat at the main table. "lets have dinner, my sons" With a movement of his hand, he showed me the way to my seat. On the next chair there was a woman, who was looking at me with killing eyes.

"Andromache, she's Alana" She didn't smile, and looked at Hector, who frowned.

"What's wrong, dear?" He asked, and he put his hand on hers, but she moved it quickly.

"I don't want her to go with you to Greece" Hector smiled.

"Be wise, Andromache.. this is Paris choice to get a wife.. it's about time" His voice was just a whisper, but I was able to hear it. Blushing, I looked at my dish, trying to look neutral. In which kind of adventure was I stepping in?