Hi everyone! I know I haven't updated since like May and I'm SO SORRY! I was just really busy, so I couldn't update. But then I really missed writing so I'm like, you know what I want to update my Troy stories. And here I am.

Disclaimer: I don't own Troy. If I did I'd have this story being made into a movie. LOL!

Paris looked into the mirror that had been provided in his room.

"Okay first I need a bath, then I NEED to shave," he said to himself starring at his grimy appearance.

"Excuse me sire," a timid young servant girl no older then 15 had come into the room holding a basin of water, as she walked she never looked at Paris she stared at the floor instead. "I have been instructed to serve you in whatever you may need," the girl said shakily.

"Alright well then if you could just put some water in the bath that's all I need," he said gently not wanting to scare the poor girl.

"You don't need me for anything else?" she asked surprised as she looked up slightly for the first time.

"Well if you could bring me something that I could shave with I would appreciate it," he said slowly.

"Of course my lord it's just most noblemen want the slaves as concubines," she said as she put the basin on a table. As soon as she said that she knew it had been a mistake. "I mean my lord," she started to say but Paris interrupted her.

"You never have to fear that I will take you as a concubine. I used to be like that but I'm not anymore. And if I ever do try to take you in that way just refuse," he said.

"You wouldn't hurt me?" she asked as if she had never thought that a man would ever want anything else.

"Men have hurt you?" he asked.

"Well when I first came here I was 13 my lord. I had been taken as a slave after the war. When I was given my first assignment I didn't know what I was expected to do. So I didn't cooperate and the nobleman hurt me until I did. I wasn't used to such things my father was a merchant and was very loyal to my mother, he never took lovers," she said quietly.

"Did you report him?" Paris asked furious that someone would ever do that to a woman especially a child.

"I couldn't report him my lord; he was a prince from a foreign land if I reported him it would only lead to chaos," she cried out as tears started to form in her eyes.

Fury started to well up in Paris as the girl fell to her knees crying.

The door opened and a woman who looked to be around 45 walked into the room, she was dressed as a palace servant, but one much more important then the young girl on the floor.

"Hello my lord I was just coming to see if I could do anything for you," she stopped when she saw the girl on the floor and the fury in Paris' eyes.

"You again," she yelled at the girl on the floor. "You have been nothing but trouble for the past two years. You're lucky that we have stopped getting complaints about you for the last little while. Who assigned you to this noble man, who was stupid enough to give you such a noble assignment? You should be ashamed of yourself, you are a slave, you are good for nothing but giving men pleasure, but you just won't. And now you have upset a prince of Troy that is it. You're out, you can live on the street for all I care, maybe then you'll appreciate all you had here. How dare you look at the prince in the eye." The woman grabbed the girl by the arm and started dragging her to the door.

"Stop," Paris said.

"My lord she has displeased you and you are not the first one, she is useless to us," the woman said to him.

"She has not displeased me, now let her go," Paris said in the most commanding voice he could muster.

The woman dropped the girls arm in shock. "I'm sorry my lord," she said before exiting the room.

"You did not have to do that sire," the girl said quietly staring at the floor. "She is right I am worthless."

"Of course not, now what is your name?" he asked her.

"Dea my lord," she said timidly.

"A beautiful name, tell me Dea do you enjoy your work?" Paris asked.

"I have a duty and I do it my lord, it doesn't matter if I enjoy it or not," she replied. Obviously this had been drilled into her mind by someone.

"How would you like to be the personal servant for my cousin and my betrothed? They are both expecting and both need someone to assist them," Paris offered.

"I would be honored sire, but I am completely unworthy," Dea said quietly.

"Then it is settled I shall talk with the king and ask him to turn you over to my services," said Paris. "Now I need to have a bath and shave so if you'll run along," said Paris.

"Of course sire," said Dea standing up and picking up the basin. "I'll just put this water into the bath for you."

Paris nodded and turned back to the mirror.

A few minutes later after the bath had been drawn and Paris was sinking into it.

Dea had turned away from him as he slipped in.

"Alright you may go now," he said gently.

"Of course sire," she said leaving the room without glancing at him. "And thank you," she whispered before slipping out.

Briseis sat on the large bed she had been provided with her hand on her abdomen. A knock sounded at the door.

"Come in," she called.

A man walked in.

"Hello milady, I'm a healer and I've been told that you are with child."

Briseis nodded.

"Would you allow me to examine you?" he asked.

Briseis nodded again, she didn't have the strength to speak.

"Alright well then if you'll lay facing upwards on the bed," he said. Briseis complied and the man began to perform some tests.

"Well this is a surprise," the healer said after a few minutes.

"What is?" Briseis asked.

"Why milady did you not know?" the healer asked astonished.

"Know what?" Briseis asked still confused.

"Why you are carrying twins milady," the healer said.

Briseis fainted.

"Twins, did he just say twins?" Achilles asked his voice a tad louder then normal.

"Okay, calm down now Achilles," Hector said slowly.

"Calm down? She is going to have to raise two children on her own now, not just one," Achilles replied.

"He's right Hector, this will be difficult for Briseis," Darrius said.

"Well of course it will be difficult, she's pregnant, but he still should stay calm," Hector said.

"I'm calm, now stop arguing we're seeing something new," Achilles said.

A young boy sat with his mother in a large, beautiful hall.

"My queen," a young slave said nervously.

"What?" the woman asked with disdain.

"A messenger is here to see you," she said almost at tears.

"Bring him in," the women said before turning back to her son.

"My queen," the messenger bowed before her.

"What news do you have for me?" the woman asked.

"I bring news from the war your highness," the messenger said. "Troy has fallen."

"What of my husband?" she asked although you could see through her voice she didn't really care.

"King Agamemnon is dead my queen," he replied.

This seemed to interest the woman very much.

"Thank you for bringing me this message," she told the messenger. "Slave have a meal prepared for this man and see that his horse is cared for, he will stay for the night and be leaving in the morning."

The young girl nodded timidly and led the messenger out.

"Greece is under my control," the Queen said to herself smiling.

Okay there so here it is after a LONG time I finally give you a new chapter.

Just so you know I might start replying to reviews via email and I might continue doing it this way, depending on what I feel like.

I think all these reviews were from new reviewers.

bristos1: Here it is again sorry you had to wait so long.

moderngoddess: I'm glad you like it. The Greek translation was just because I was really bored, I can't read it either, I just put it through a translator. Sorry it took me so long to update.

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