A/N: Thank you for the reviews, I'm glad to see different opinions on Alexander. You can either love Alexander or hate him; personally I don't mind which because he isn't a character I've specifically wished to be: only loved or only hated.

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Andromache watched as Alexander entered her and Hector's chamber. She shivered with disgust when he turned to smile at her, after closing the chamber door.

The feeling of guilt swam around in Andromache's heart. She hadn't willingly kissed Alexander that she knew and believed. Although she had drifted from the palace, and the walls of Troy by riding to the beach, even after Hector had wished for her to remain in the palace at all times while he was away, which caused her to feel guilty.

Now she was with child, she hadn't wished to be with child so early in her marriage, but it was the will of the gods, and who was she to question the gods will? Andromache hoped that Hector would be happy, although they had never discussed children so she wasn't aware of his feelings towards having them, even though he must have them to provide Troy with an heir.

Alexander walked over to the bed and stood beside it. "Are you alright?"

Andromache tried to stand up; she wished to strike Alexander for kissing her. She still couldn't believe that he had kissed her. Andromache successfully stood up off the bed, even though she was still feeling slightly unsteady on her feet. She walked over to Alexander and slapped him across his face, she feared that he may strike her in return, but she didn't care anymore.

"How dare you kiss me?" scowled Andromache. "I thought that you were a friend, well I don't know if I could have even called you that!"

"I kissed you because I wished to see if there was anything between us," said Alexander, he chose to ignore that Andromache had struck him, "and I was right, there is something between us. I felt the passion, the fire, Andromache!"

Andromache laughed sadly. "You may have felt passion and fire, but I didn't feel any for you. I pitied you when you came here, I somehow imagined being in your position, losing a loved one, and I wished to help you. I don't feel anything towards you except pity, and now madness and anger. I want you to leave now, leave now or I'll be forced to have you arrested."

"You don't mean that Andromache," said Alexander, "I know you, and you don't mean that!"

"I don't understand you," said Andromache, quietly. "I feel nothing for you, I never will. How is it possible for you to feel anything for me when earlier you spoke of loving Elora? You're nothing more than a pathetic fool. I could have you killed for touching me, and I will unless you leave right now."

Alexander was silent, he knew that Andromache spoke truthfully and knew that he could be killed for kissing the wife of a Prince of Troy. He walked over to the door, but he turned to look at Andromache before he placed his hand on the door handle. "I did love Elora, but that love will never be returned. When I first saw you I was instantly attracted to you and as I spent more time with you, especially this morning, I felt more towards you. I'm sorry for acting as I did towards you."

He placed his hand on the door handle and turned it slightly, but then stopped and sighed heavily. "I did come to Troy to seek revenge on Hector; I wished to make him suffer like I did. However, you made me realise that Elora would never be replaced, and in some way, by being with you, I realised that Hector wasn't to blame for Elora's death. I wished to blame everyone for her death."

"Where will you go now?" asked Andromache.

"I'll return to the south soon," said Alexander, and turned to look at Andromache. "Thank you Andromache, you're a magnificent woman. I hope that you and Hector are very happy with one another."

Alexander turned the handle to the door and left the chamber. He successfully left the palace, he was seen by a few servants but they didn't question him because he appeared to be a man of wealth and high class.

Andromache sat on the bed once more and breathed in heavily. Hector hadn't even been gone for a day and already so much had happened. The feeling of anxiety quickly dripped into Andromache's heart. Since Alexander had come to her chamber, earlier, she had thought little of Hector traveling to Thebe to protect her family. Guilt still swam around her stomach; it grew now as she thought of Hector sailing to Thebe.

She rubbed her stomach gently, and smiled knowing that her child was growing inside of her. Andromache wished Hector was with her so she could tell him the news. She was nervous, but also excited to have a child. I'll be a mother, thought Andromache happily.

Andromache stood up off the bed and departed from her chamber, she wished to see Paris and apologise to him once more. Now that Alexander had left, her senses had suddenly returned to her, and she knew that she must tell Hector everything when he returned.

As she turned down the hall, leading away from her chamber, she realised how thankful she was to Alexander. He had shown her how much she truly loved and cared for Hector, and for that Andromache would never be able to repay him. She smiled as she reached Paris' chamber, she hadn't felt so happy since Hector had professed his love for her. Andromache knocked on Paris' chamber door, and was amazed to see that he answered; she had inwardly expected him to be elsewhere at night.

"What are you doing here Andromache?" asked Paris, and opened the door widely so Andromache could come into his room.

"I wished to explain myself to you," said Andromache, shyly. "I also wished to thank you once more for risking your life for my own; it was very valiant of you."

Paris smirked and sat down at the table in his room, Andromache did also. "I aim to appear valiant to at least one woman per day."

Andromache smiled, but then her face grew serious once more. "I've decided to tell Hector everything when he returns. Alexander has now left, I think he's returning to the south. I helped him today because I pitied him, and felt that I could somehow help him. I will tell Hector, but I'd appreciate it if you spoke of today's events to no one else, at least not until Hector returns."

Paris nodded and smiled. "I shall tell those who ask that I was hit by the husband of a woman I bedded. I'm glad that you've chosen to tell Hector, I've never lied to him and I didn't wish to start now … well I've tried to lie to him, but Hector of course always finds out."

Andromache laughed, and then she considered telling Paris she was with child, she was now so excited that she thought she couldn't contain the news any longer, but she decided that Hector should be the first to know. "Shouldn't you be bedding women?"

Paris smirked. "I should be, as I do have a reputation to uphold, but I've been feeling bored with bedding random women. I must be going mad."

"Perhaps," smirked Andromache, "but I suspect you're probably just going through a phase, or you may be growing up."

"I'm only two years younger than you, I'm already grown up!" said Paris, and laughed. "I do enjoy our meetings Andromache, you're a good sister-in-law."

"Thank you Paris," said Andromache, "I have to say that you're a rather lovely brother-in-law."

Paris smiled, and then was silent for a moment. "My heart stopped when I saw you with Alexander today, and that he had a knife with him. I felt certain that he was going to hurt you."

"I admit that I thought he would hurt me also," said Andromache, "but I know, now, that he'd never have hurt me. I think that deep down Alexander's a good man, and that he has suffered from an enormous amount of pain, which caused him to act as he did."

"Hector and Alexander were good friends before the latter decided to betray Troy," sighed Paris. "At least it's over now."

Andromache nodded.

"Would you like me to escort you to your chamber?" asked Paris, and stood up.

"No, thank you Paris," said Andromache and stood, "I'll be fine, thank you for your time."

Paris nodded and walked Andromache to the door. "Goodnight Andromache."

"Goodnight Paris," said Andromache and left the room. She returned to her chamber, wishing to fall asleep as soon as she rested her head on the bed. She opened the door to her chamber and started slightly to see that Polyxena was in the room, and that she was crying.

Andromache rushed to Polyxena's side, who stood by the balcony.

"What is it Polyxena?" asked Andromache.

"I'm sorry Andromache," sobbed Polyxena, "but I needed to see someone, I can't bear to see Cassandra looking at me the way she does!"

"What do you mean?" asked Andromache, slightly confused.

"A few nights ago," Polyxena sniveled, "I woke to hear Cassandra screaming. I ran to her chamber and heard her call my name, but when I reached her room I saw that she was asleep. I woke her, because even though she appeared to be sleeping, she still called my name. When Cassandra finally woke, she looked at me and burst into tears on my arm. Then … then she … she cried that she thought I was … dead."

"She was dreaming," reassured Andromache, and wiped away Polyxena's tears.

Polyxena shook her head slowly. "Ever since that night, Cassandra has been behaving oddly towards me, sometimes it appears that she can't bear to look at me because I upset her too much."

"Cassandra's most likely embarrassed," said Andromache, although she doubted her own words.

"Her dreams have often come true," murmured Polyxena. "I remember as children we used to tell one another our dreams … and hers would always come true."

Andromache walked over to the jug of water, beside her bed, and to the two cups that sat beside it. She poured water in one of the cups and handed it to Polyxena. "I'm sure it was nothing more than a dream Polyxena; try not to dwell on it too much."

Polyxena nodded and thanked Andromache for the water, she then drank it slowly. "Cassandra knows the fate of us all."