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"Is it?" asked Paris. His eyes pleading with her. She looked away. She couldn't even look him in the eyes. Inside, she loved Paris, but not the way she used to.

"I don't know," she said quietly. He froze and looked at her. He was disgusted at what he saw.

"I may to leave for war soon and you do this? I leave on a ship knowing that the child you are carrying may not even be my own flesh and blood? I fought for you. My family even fought for you. I almost lost my brother for you and do this to me?" he said walking closer to her. She backed away a little and started to weep quietly. She ran out of the room quickly and didn't look back.

Paris didn't know what to do. He still had feelings for Helen, even if she did cheat on him. She wanted to give him another chance, but that seemed hard for him to do. He didn't want to just forget what happened, well actually, he couldn't. Paris didn't even know if he could look at her the same way, or even make love to her the same way. It all seemed too blurry and unsure to him.

That night, Paris was polishing his armor in the dim candle light in his room. The balcony brought a cool breeze into the room. It was such a hot night, that the wind was such a relief. A knock at his door disturbed his thoughts. "Come in," he said. It was Helen.

"Do you want me to sleep in the same bed as you tonight?" she asked sadly and looked everywhere around the room, but would not bring herself to look at Paris. "Please forgive me."

"How can I when the child that I have wanted to badly may not be mine," he started.

"I'm not pregnant," said Helen quickly.

"I'll have a child that I……what?" said Paris loudly, eyes wide and mouth open.

"I lost the baby. I didn't tell you before, I couldn't. But this is a chance to start over, to start from the beginning." She finally looked up at him and smiled. She walked seductively over to him and kissed him. He could do nothing but kiss back. His emotions were overloading. He hated her and loved her at the same time, but pitied her for losing their baby…..if it was his. She pushed him on the bed lightly and crawled on top of him. "I love you."

"I don't love you……..anymore," he said as a tear rolled down his cheek. Helen looked shocked and he pushed her off of him. She opened her mouth to speak, but Paris cut her off. "Get your things and leave, I never want to see you again." He walked out of their room and to the very gardens where he saw her and that man. She could leave with him for all he cared, he was a fellow Trojan, no doubt. He couldn't take this anymore.

"PARIS!" Helen yelled as she came running behind him. "Please don't leave, I'm sorry. I will never hurt you again, I swear. I LOVE you!" She started to cry and hugged him. 'Pathetic' he thought and pushed her off him.

"Get away from me, Helen! You don't love me and I don't think you ever did," he said flatly and tried to remain calm as he walked away. Helen wouldn't give up. She tugged on his arm and kissed him. It was a passionate kiss, but Paris no longer felt the fire burning between them, which was their love. It was there no longer and the only thing that lingered between them was hate, pain, and denial. He pulled away. "Do you really love me, Helen?" he teased.

"Yes! Paris, I would do anything for you. It never occurred to me before how much I feel for you, I will never cheat on you again…"

"Then leave me be, you are no more than a whore!" he yelled and her eyes widened at his words.

"How dare you Paris!" she yelled and slapped him. He was tired of her and felt nothing but anger and hate stirring inside of him. He smacked her hard in the face and pushed her. She tripped on her sandals and smacked her head against the bench. Paris looked over her……blood trickled down her pale skinned forehead. He wiped a blond strand from her face and put his ear to her mouth. She wasn't breathing. He was in total and complete shock. Did he feel sorry for what he did? No! She deserved it….it was an accident none the less, but nothing far from what she deserved. How could this be the same woman he put Troy in danger for?

He dragged her lifeless body to their bedroom and put his hands to his head as he paced back and forth. What was he to do? He couldn't dare stay in Troy, if they found out what he did? He was one of the princes for goodness sakes! He thought and thought about a plan. He would wait until midnight and leave Troy……sail to Greece. Many knew who Prince Paris of Troy was, but few knew what he looked like. He would miss his brother and father, but he had too, there was no other way. As for Helen, he could throw her body in the ocean. Nobody would ever know.

He had spent a few hours packing what he needed and trying to change his appearance. It didn't turn out as great as he hoped, but it could get him out of Troy at least. He didn't want to cut his curly brown hair or ruin his face. He climbed down the balcony carrying Helen wrapped in two sheets and his bag that he would bring with him. It had some food and some clothes, the least fancy he owned. He wanted to blend in as much as possible. He got to the bottom and snuck to the gardens again. He tiptoed through the shrubs with Helen and his bag both on his back. 'Oh my God, this is heavy!' he thought to himself. "Paris?" asked a voice. Paris stopped suddenly and threw the body wrapped in two sheets and his bag in the bush. He looked in the dark at where the voice came from and realized it was his brother. The moonlight lit his features just barely for him to recognize him.

"Brother," he said and smiled. Hector looked confused as he walked closer.

"What are you doing out here so late Paris?……and what are you wearing?" he looked disgustingly at his dark, dirty brown shawl he had on with the hood over his face. Though, even in dirty clothes, Paris looked handsome…his features lit by the moon perfectly and his curly dark hair blowing in the light breeze that blew through the garden thought Hector.

"Just taking a walk," said Paris calmly as possible. Hector shook his head in agreement.

"Have you seen your wife, Helen? Father wanted me to fetch her, he wishes to speak with her," asked Hector. Paris looked down at his feet and sighed.

"No, I haven't seen her since this morning," he said and shrugged. Hector nodded and turned away.

"I assumed she'd be in your room with you on account it's midnight," said Hector and put his hand on his hip. His blue shirt barely covering his stomach.

"Maybe she's out taking a walk like me," Paris suggested and laughed nervously.

"When you see her, tell her I'm looking for her," Hector said flatly and turned to leave. He left quickly as he turned the corner. Paris sighed heavily. He picked Helen up and threw his bag over his shoulder. He quietly made his way to the dark ocean that still sparkled in the darkest of nights. He threw her body in and watched as it disappeared in the sea. Paris felt mixed up and upset, but not for Helen. He didn't want to hurt her, it just happened. He just couldn't understand how he could hurt someone that he used to love so much…. Well, it was too late now and he knew that. He was going to be on the first ship to leave Greece.

TO BE CONTINUED……

Hope you enjoyed that. I'm working on the next chapter, but I'm open to suggestions and I ALWAYS appreciate reviews! I love them! As for the story, don't worry, the love tale hasn't ended yet for poor Paris! Hehe!