XiReN: Second chappie!!! Whee!! Thanks for the reviews, guys! Oh and by the way, I don't really know what to name 'the industry' yet, but all I can say is that it caters to numerous fashion lines and other businesses. So, be patient with me, ok, guys?

GJeiSlaTe: Ok... in Hector's dreams we decided to put in the names of the characters since he already knew who they were since they are his family.

XiReN and GJeiSlaTe: Enjoy!!!

Disclaimer: We don't own Troy and its characters.

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Chapter Two: Realizing

"Hector! Paris! Come quick!" Briseis ran into the meeting room where the priests and the high ranking officers of the kingdom often discussed about negotiations and war.

"Briseis! You are not allowed here!" Priam reminded his niece. The court did not allow women with them but Briseis was persistent and pushed past the guards to pull Hector by the hand.

"Come quick! We must hurry!" Briseis tugged on his hand.

"What is it, Briseis? We were in the middle of something important!!" the second general hissed at the young maiden.

"Is discussing wars more important than the birth of my cousins' first child?" Briseis held up her chin as she spoke loudly. The room froze as she pulled the shocked Hector from his seat.

"What?" Paris, Hector's brother broke the silence, a grin formed on his lips as he comprehended the news broken by his cousin. Briseis grinned and turned to Hector.

"Your wife is in labor as we speak! Hurry we mus-!" she was cut short as Hector pulled out from her grasp, running towards his chamber.

Hector stared blankly at the papers that piled at his desk as he reached his office. Letting out a loud sigh, he slumped on his chair, leaning on the arm rest with his elbow.

"By the way, sir, have we met before?" he rerun Andromache's words in his head. He remembered how surprised she looked when she first laid eyes on him.

"I don't thinks so, miss." He smiled, turning his attention back to her. "Why do you ask?"

"N-nothing... I just thought... Never mind!" he saw her blush and lowered her eyes to avoid his gaze. "Good day, sir!"

His unconscious replayed his own dreams as he stared at the contract he was supposed to sign.

Paris leant against the wall beside the door to Hector's room, fidgeting with his fingers, cringing when another scream echoed through the hallways. Briseis paced back and forth, gripping her robes as she prayed for the child and its mother. Hector looked like he was on the verge of going insane.

He was about to ram the doors down when he heard a baby's cry. His eyes began to fill with tears as he listened. Paris hugged his brother as he himself shed tears of joy. Briseis has dropped to her knees as she covered her face and sobbed audibly.

Moments after, Cassandra, Hector's sister opened the door and called for him to come in. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, he stepped in to take his first glimpse of his baby.

One of the attendants of the mid-wife, he saw, held blood stained blankets. He winced. Then looked at the woman who sat up on the bed holding a pink bundle in her arms. She was smiling as she nursed his child.

"Andromache..." Hector whispered absent mindedly as he was reminded by his dreams. It was her he saw in them. His 'Princess' as he called her was real. Now that he has met her, what's he to do?

"Hello!" Briseis cheerfully pranced into his office, Paris tagging along behind her. When she received no response, she saw that Hector was lost in thought. "Um... Hector? Blink, blink!"

"So? What's new? He's always about work!" Paris quirked an eyebrow, eyeing the contract Hector was holding, as Briseis snapped her fingers in front of Hector's distracted eyes. She jumped as an odd smile brushed her cousin's lips. Paris saw this and jumped as well, "Ok, this is freaking me out!"

"It's a boy." She whispered looking into his eyes with her tired ones. He smiled as she put the baby into his arms. Cassandra mentioned to the mid-wife and her attendants to leave and she closed the door to give the family the privacy she knew they wanted.

"Thank you, my love..." he whispered to her, kissed her forehead and sitting next to her. Cuddling up to him she let sleep take her as the baby was held by his father. He held the proof of their love in his arms as he looked at his wife, entranced by her beauty and admiring her for all she endured for him...

"I know!" Briseis held up a finger, smiling wickedly. Paris looked at her as she bent over so that her head was level with Hector's as she stood beside him.

Paris had a questioning look on his face as Briseis took a deep breath. Realizing what she was about to do, Paris quickly covered his ears as she screamed at the top of her lungs, "HECTOR!!!"

"AH!" Hector fell from his chair side ways with a loud thump as he hit the floor. Propping himself up with his arm, his other hand rubbed his ear. "That was uncalled for!"

"Since when do you day dream on the job, brother?" Paris asked, helping his brother to his feet.

"Ever since I saw her!" Hector was grinning up to his ears as he sat back on his seat. Lifting herself up to sit on his desk, Briseis inquired, "Saw who?"

"The one I've been telling you about!" Hector said, starting to arrange the piles and piles of papers on the table.

"The 'princess' that you kept on blabbing about ever since you could talk? Or so mother says!" Paris remembers that the only time Hector would become annoying is when he starts to talk about the 'princess' in his dreams.

"Yes! I met her just a few moments ago!" Hector exclaimed happily.

"Ok... So, what's her name?" asked Briseis, she was also one of Hector's 'victims' whenever he was in the mood to tell his stories.

"Andromache..."

"Andromache?" Briseis' eyebrow shot up. Hector nodded. "You don't mean the Andromache who models for a good number of fashion lines in our industry for about two years now, Andromache, do you?"

"She has? I thought she was new!" Hector looked up at his cousin and his brother and blinked innocently. An 'are-you-kidding-me' expression crossed both Briseis and Paris' faces. "What?"

"Where on earth have you been? She's been all over tons of billboards in the city and on numerous magazine covers! And you tell us you've just seen her?" Paris cried, making hand gestures frantically. How can anyone be so caught up in work not to even notice the most obvious things around him?

"Calm down, Paris! And you, Hector, need to get that load off your shoulders!" Briseis slapped her hand on Hector's shoulder. "Relax a bit!"

"Yeah, Hector! While I'm going to see if Helen is interested in dinner!" Paris rubbed his hands together as he exited the office.

"Who's Helen?" Hector asked, looking at Paris' retreating form. Briseis rolled her eyes.

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XiReN: Oh, well! That's the second chapter! Till next time, guys!

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