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Note: This is the chapter of the famous line. :)

Credits: Gosh! I can't believe I actually forgot about credits the previous times! Anyway, thanks so much to my dearest co-writer, Audrey. I don't know what I would do without you. :)

To my reviewers:

D6 - Yes. Perhaps not. Perhaps Paris would not have had any friends, but I kinda changed it to fit it into my storyline. I like it this way better. :) Thanks a lot for pointing that out and I'm glad you found it nice. (Please continue to review?) :P

AuroraNights - Hi. Thanks so much for your review. :) Oh yes, just to let you know, there is another story written based on those famous lines. Yep. I'm not sure of the title nor the author's pen name, but I've read it before and it's good. Perhaps you can do a search? =D Thanks again.

Soccerbaby - Thanks, but perhaps you're gonna have to wait longer that you thought? Mwahaha. Don't ask me why, just blame it on the government here. g Just kidding.

SectorLutter - Thanks so much for the compliments!! And now's here's the next chapter! P

Chapter 3

"Paris, are you all right? You are awfully quiet tonight, Son." Priam asked at dinner, concerned.

The young prince jumped in his seat. "Uh... Yes, Father, I'm fine. It's just that I'm a little... tired. May I return to my chamber please?" He asked, pushing away his plate of food.

"But you have not eaten, Son!" The king of Troy exclaimed, gesturing to the full plate. Paris had only poked his dinner around with his fork. He hadn't had the heart to eat it.

"Yes, well... I haven't got any appetite, Father." He was speaking the truth, though. His little theft during the day still bugged him, and he hadn't the mind to do anything else other than ponder over what he had done, whether he was right or wrong.

Priam frowned. "All right then. I'll send someone up to your chamber later. You have got to eat something. Will a bowl of broth do?"

Paris nodded, and slid out of his chair. All he wanted now was to lie on his bed and rest his weary mind. It had done enough debating for the day.

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There was a soft knock at the door. "Paris?" But there was no answer.

Hector opened the door slowly. He saw his little brother lying on his bed, fast asleep. He smiled. He couldn't help doing so; Paris was just so adorable when he was asleep.

Tiptoeing into the room, Hector placed the tray of food softly on the table. He knew his brother well; he was bound to wake up later and look for food, and there it would be, beside him, so he would not have to trouble himself by creeping downstairs and sneaking some.

There was a faint flicker of a smile on his face again. He recalled a few years ago, one night, when Paris went to bed without food. Later, the younger prince had crept to the kitchen in the middle of the night, and grabbed some bread and doughnuts, which were supposed to be the next day's breakfast. He had carried them up to his bedroom and feasted there. The next day there was not enough breakfast for everyone and the cook was called for questioning.

Hector chortled. He still remembered the expression on the cook's face – the look of surprise and shock had registered in his mind. It was only later when Paris knew the reason to the chaos in the kitchen did he own up. And when one of the maids cleaned his room that afternoon, she had grumbled about the breadcrumbs and ants in his bed. Priam had his second son promise never to do such a thing again, and most people continued their day with empty stomachs.

Just then, Paris stirred and his eyes fluttered open. Hector jolted out of his reverie as his younger brother sat up, rubbing his eyes with both hands. The latter blinked. "Brother?" Paris asked dreamily. "Why are you here?"

"Father wanted you to have some broth and I volunteered to take it up to you. I wanted to check on you anyway." Hector smiled as he gestured towards the table.

Paris rubbed his eyes once more. "Thank you, but I'm still not hungry."

Hector sat down on the bed beside Paris. "How are you feeling?" He asked, concerned. It was a surprise that his brother was not hungry. He had not expected that.

The boy shrugged. Then suddenly he looked up into his brother's eyes. "Do you love me brother? Would you defend me against any enemy?"

Hector was taken aback. "Yes, of course. Why?" His face was creased with worry.

Paris gulped and lowered his gaze onto his bed. "Brother, can you promise not to tell anyone what I am going to tell you?"

"Yes. Paris, what happened?"

"I... I took father's horse."

"But you can't ride!"

"No, not that kind of horse." Paris shook his head, then finally allowed he to meet his brother's eyes. Then, breaking the gaze, he reached under his covers and pulled out an object.

Hector recognized it immediately. His mouth dropped open in surprise.

TBC... Now please review! :)