I jotted down the date January 5th. And wrote the address on the envelope.
Prince Paris Royal PalaceTroy
January 17,TROY
He looked outside, NO! He had overslept, it looked around noon, he could see the sun perfectly from his window, and it even blinded him. Someone had to have opened the blinds. He heard a knock on the door.
"Paris! Are you awake? PARIS!" Hector shouted through the door. If not he would wake up Paris. (The lightest sleeper he knew)
"Yea" Paris grumbled trying to sound asleep.
"GET UP AND OPEN TE DOOR!" he shouted.
"Coming" Paris jumped out of bed. What made Hector so mad? He opened the door and then blew one of his curls out of his face.
"You have the worst bed-head little brother, can you explain this?" he held out a letter with Paris' address on it and sure enough it was Helen's writing. How could Paris have been so careless? If he were to wake up early like planned and get the mail, this wouldn't happen. UGH!
"BROTHER!" Hector raised his voice.
"Right, NO I don't know what it is"
"Open it" Hector passed it to him and nodded his head.
"Now, here?" Paris was beginning to panic.
"Yes, is that a problem Paris?"
Paris couldn't answer, what say that he was secretly writing to Helen? His face was getting hot and wet fro his sweat rolling off his curls onto his cheeks. What had Hector asked? His lips were dried and cracked, he licked them but nothing changed. Had time stopped? Surely Hector suspected something, even if a lie. He could feel the sun hot on his back and he was ready to just give up, this was too close, he couldn't get out of this. Why not give up now? No he couldn't, he also couldn't think of a lie. His mind was blank. Hector stared at him, waiting for a response.
"Is that a problem Paris?" Hector repeated.
"No, No sorry just dozed off for a second there" Paris spoke quickly and wiped the sweat of his forehead. Wow that was a long silence. He began opening the letter the slowest he could. Still nothing could save him.
"Hector! There you are!"
Paris looked past his brother to see who had spoken. He met Bresies' gaze. She stood tall, almost heavenly, she had just returned from Apollo's temple, he could see the empty basin which had held an offering to the gods. She wore her long dark blue robes and smiled brightly back to Paris.
"Beloved Cousin!" Paris said trying to hide the letter behind his back. But her eyes dashed to the letter and she had seen.
"Have you got a secret admirer that your not telling me about Paris?"She asked.
"No!" he said quickly and she walked towards him after placing the basin on the ground.
"Let me see!" She grabbed it from his hands.
"NO it's nothing, it's trash"
"I want to read it," She said opening the letter.
He was in too deep now.
"It's addressed to me, I should open it!"
"He's right" hector said snatching the letter from Bresies and handing it to Paris.
"Right well, here goes"Paris gulped and cursed while praying in his mind.
"Oh, Paris, there isn't time now, Breakfast is served and Hector, I wanted to show you something, besides Paris, open it with us when time permits ok?" She winked, great. Paris knew she would ask about it later.
"Yea, your right, but I've got to dress and –"
"-Fix your bed-hair" She added and left with Hector.
He locked the door, ran a brush through his hair and slumped against the door to read the letter, which was half ripped.
He opened it the rest of the way and his eyes darted across the beautiful writing.
