I don't like the way this one worked, so that's why I cut it short. I appreciate all the reviews. I want you all to know that Andromache's hesitation is more for the benefit o Hector's character than Andromache's. Thanks guys. Here's the next chapter.

"Hector, I just can't. Do you understand? Do you get it now?" she yelled at him, gasping for air. She fell hard to the ground sobbing. She began hyperventilating and panicking, fear written across her face. Hector didn't know what was happening to her, but he could see her tensing up and shaking.

Hector quickly fell to his knees and scooped her up in his arms. Standing, he carried her up the stairs. She clung to him as he carried her, too afraid to do anything else. He moved as quickly as he could without frightening her and approached the door of her room.

"Open it!" he yelled to the guards who looked at him with prying eyes. He pushed past them and quickly treaded into the room, laying her body down on the bed. She curled up defensively and cried.

Hector grabbed her arms and pulled them away from her body, forcing her to open herself back up. He wrapped her arms around his shoulders and positioned himself on top of her, knowing that she would make herself ill unless she calmed down.

"Breathe, Andromache!" he ordered, stilling her body with his hands. Andromache tried to fight him, but he was too strong and held her tighter.

"Let me go!" she yelled to him, refusing to surrender. She began weeping harder, quickly incapable of breathing once again. She looked into his eyes, pleading for help.

"Calm down, and take a deep breath." He ran his fingers over her face and wiped away her tears with his thumbs. "Shh, shh, it's okay, relax. Take a deep breath. It's okay."

Andromache drew a shaky lungful of air and held onto Hector, trying to compose herself.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Hector. I'm so sorry." she sobbed, pushing her face into his shoulder. "Don't leave me!"

Not knowing what else to do, Hector held her, waiting for her to calm down. He stroked her hair, kissing the side of her head and rubbing her back.

Hector hoped that she would calm down soon so they could talk, but they were soon joined by her father and four of her brothers.

"What is going on?" Eetion demanded, looking from his daughter to the young Prince on top of her. Hector would have jumped up, but Andromache clung to him so tightly that he was unable to peel her off him.

"My lord, we were talking and…" he began, trying to think of a clever explanation, when he was interrupted by Andromache's howl. If he hadn't known better it would have sounded like he was beating her. Eetion put his hand up as if to let him know it was alright.

Tenious ran over to the bed, pulling his sister off of Prince Hector and carrying her away. Hector was spent and collapsed on the bed. "I don't know what happened." he explained.

"I know." Eetion consoled.

"She doesn't want to marry me." he confessed.

"I know."

"She doesn't want me to leave."

"I know."

"But she doesn't want to leave with me."

"I know."

"I don't know what to do."

"I know."

Hector looked over at the old man who had sat next to him. "You're worse than my father." he complained. Eetion stood and walked to the door.

"I know."