IMPORTANT NOTE: If you're reading "Gazing in a Mirror" along with this fic, it's recommended that you read the latest chapter for that one before reading this one. So chapter 15 of Mirror, then chapter 2 of Daughter. There's a time jump between them which will make more sense if you read that one first.

Sorry for the long wait, now that school is here I won't be able to update as frequently. This chapter has been long in coming, enjoy!

Hector sighed wearily and rubbed a hand tiredly over his eyes. Finally the meetings had ended, they would leave in just two short days. A treaty had been agreed upon, peace at the expense of the Spartan traders being allowed through the Hellespont with minimal cost. He looked down at the empty marketplace and was reminded of something.

"Tecton" he called out to one of the aids lounging nearby. "Make the proper offerings to Poseidon before we sail. We don't need any more widows in Troy."

"Goat or pig?" Tecton asked.

"Which does the Sea God prefer?" Hector replied.

Tecton smiled. "I'll ask the priest and send a servant in the morning." He left to do the prince's bidding and soon Hector bid goodnight to the rest of his aids and went into his own sleeping quarters. As he entered the quarters a vague uneasiness settled over him and he went to knock on Paris's door. Hector spun around as he heard a sudden noise behind him and he watched suspiciously as Paris slipped into the room sneakily, unaware that his brother was watching him.

"Paris!" he called out, causing his brother to jump.

Paris had a guilty look in his eyes but he quickly covered it up, coming over to join his brother.

"You should get to bed," Hector said, searching his brother's face. "Soon you'll not be sleeping on land again for weeks."

"I have no trouble sleeping on the seas," Paris replied smoothly. "The sea nymphs sing

lullabies to me."

"And who sang lullabies to you tonight?" Hector asked shrewdly, noting the late hour.

Hector did not miss the slight pause before Paris answered. "Tonight? Tonight was the fisherman's wife. A lovely creature."

"I hope you didn't let the fisherman catch you," Hector said, holding his brother's gaze without blinking. He knew Paris was lying.

"He's more concerned with the fish," Paris said, trying to shrug the conversation off. He began to head towards his room but Hector grabbed his arm.

"You do understand why we're in Sparta?" Hector said firmly, preventing his brother from leaving.

"For peace," Paris said, extremely uncomfortable with the situation.

"And you understand that Menelaus, King of Sparta, is a powerful man? And that his brother, Agamemnon, King of Mycenae, commands all the Greek forces?" Hector's voice was low but the words were very clear.

"What does this have to do with the fisherman's wife?" Paris asked lightly.

Hector grabbed Paris' face between his hands and pulled him close so that Paris was looking directly into his eyes. "Paris," he warned. "You are my brother and I love you. But if you do anything to endanger Troy I'll rip your pretty face from your pretty skull." He let the threat hang in the air for a moment, allowing Paris to feel the seriousness of their business in Sparta, then kissed his brother's forehead. "It's late, go to bed."

Paris left, very uncomfortable, and Hector watched him go.

The feeling of uneasiness had not left him.