I would just like to say the story is done, I can't continue……..JUST KIDDING! LoL! Not that many people would care lol, but I would like to say THANKYOU to all the people who have reviewed, every single one of you. Especially like to thankyou to the regulars who usually send a review my way like latebloomer04, Gaby, HyperSquishy, and a few more, I appreciate it a lot, keep it up! Anyway, this is chapter 7! Enjoy!….and REVIEW!

Paris looked out past the balcony at the ocean and into the gardens. It was like he was back in the very beginning, the same night he had found Helen kissing the other man. The hurt and pain still remained, even though Helen didn't. Would it be easier to just end it? I could, I know I could, but what would my family think? Would they even CARE? The young prince gently made his way to his bed and fell sleep.

SPARTA

"Come now Lenora, you must eat something!" said Carissa as she put some eggs on the table. "Don't go starving yourself to death now." She remained silent, staring at the wooden table, her blue eyes seemed hollow and empty like she wasn't even there. "Lenora?" She quickly snapped out of her daze.

"Huh?" she asked as she shook her head slightly. Ida rolled her eyes and let out a deep sigh while reaching for her fork.

"Are you still thinking about that disgusting guy?" asked Ida flatly. Lenora gave her a repugnant look and rolled her eyes,

"No, I hate him!" said Lenora angrily and crossed her arms. I can't believe I kissed and slept next to a Prince!

"Liar," said Ida playing with her piece of bread. Lenora looked up at her with wide eyes and snorted like she was crazy. "I think you still love him," she stated.

"You're only seven, you don't know of such things," said Lenora as she picked up her own fork.

"She's right, Len," said Carissa glancing at her from the kitchen as she cut a big red tomato. Lenora looked up at her shocked.

"Who's side are you on?" she squealed.

"You didn't even say goodbye," replied Carissa and let out a sigh. "At least not nicely..and he DID save your life."

"He lied to me, deceived me, people who love each other don't do that to one another!….and besides, I returned the 'saving' favor," she cried.

"So you do love him!" Ida accused and pointed at her.

"I didn't say that! And I don't, well I did, but I don't, well kind of……UH I DON'T KNOW!" Lenora cried out and banged her head down on the table. Ida snickered.

"Don't let it end the way it did if you really do love him," said Carissa as she walked over and rubbed her shoulder.

"It's too late now anyway, he's left for Troy, and I don't care how things ended! I don't love him….or care about him!" said Lenora crisply.

"It's never too late," uttered Carissa optimistically. Ida rolled her eyes again at her mother's comment and laughed. Carissa gave her a 'shut up' look and she roared with laughter.

"Yeah mom, she'll just hop a fish to Troy," said Ida falling off the chair at the humor of her own joke. Lenora got up and ran to her room and slammed the door. Carissa gave Ida a scolding glance and Ida put on an innocent look and shrugged like she hadn't said a thing.

TROY

A loud knock at his chamber doors woke Paris from his peaceful slumber. His hazel eyes opened slowly from the thudding that seemed to be in his head. "Come in," he said quietly. The door opened gently to reveal one of the servants.

"Prince Paris, your father wishes to see you." Paris nodded as she left quickly. He got up gradually and looked in the mirror. If there is one little tiny thing good about being here is that at least I don't look like I sleep with the rats. Paris laughed quietly to himself and let out a deep breath as his small smile faded from his face. He got dressed smoothly and went downstairs.

As he approached his father's chambers, he stopped before turning the knob. Many things ran through the young prince's mind as to what he called him for, but it had to be done. He turned the knob and walked in quickly. His father was sitting on his chair waiting for him. "Paris," he said smiling and motioned for him to come to him. Paris did as he was told and went over to his father as Priam planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Father."

"Paris, Hector told me what happened to Helen." Oh no! "I understand she was caught with another man? My boy, these things happen." Paris was so worried, he blurted everything out.

"Father, it was an accident. I didn't mean to harm…I." Paris began to cry as Priam watched him. It hurt him to see his son seem to torn and broken. "I will take my punishment, even it means death." Priam's eyes widened.

"My boy, you will not need punishment, especially not death. One of my sons will not be treated like some filth off the street, she was the one who committed adultery. But either way Paris, I'm disappointed. The gods see everything. Your brother has killed many men, but that was for his country and in honor. Not only was it a woman, it was your wife! Not only that, you found it necessary to runaway? I have to think Paris." The young prince nodded, ashamed. The king let out a tired sigh and motioned his hand for him to go.

Paris walked out of his father's chambers and leaned up against the closed door. Was he really that much of a disappointment? Maybe they just stopped caring about him all together. Was he all alone? It's no less than I deserve, but she doesn't.

The sun had started to set and Hector wanted to have a talk with his younger brother, so much had gone unsaid on their journey back to Troy. He went to Paris's chambers to knock, but couldn't quite bring himself to do it. I have to talk to him, he's my little brother, and he has to know I'm still here for him. Hector finally knocked. There was no answer. "Paris?" he called as a sudden pain entered his stomach and was filled with a fear that tore through him from head to foot. He quickly opened the door to find Paris once again…….gone. This time there was a note on his dresser. He ran over to the fine crafted piece of wood furniture and picked up the note.

Dear Father and Hector,

I know how much pain I have caused you and I can't find the words to say how sorry I am. There's little I can do to take back the horrible things I've done. I have wronged my family and my country and I can't express my sorrow. I am unloved and I know it, I don't deny it or say I don't deserve it. I leave you in search of finding the one person that I never got to write a letter to or barely say goodbye. I'm sorry.

Love,

Paris

Hector shook his head angrily and threw the note on the floor. "Paris!" he yelled.

BACK IN SPARTA

"Good morning, Ida!" said Lenora cheerfully. Ida smiled and quickly glanced at her mother in the kitchen a 'is she all right?' look. Carissa shrugged and put her finger to her lips to keep her young daughter quiet.

"Len, would you do me a fav and get the clothes off the line outside? I think they're dry," asked Carissa cheerfully. Lenora gave a huge grin and nodded.

"No problem," she said as she gave a little skip and went outside to do her task. Ida walked over to her mother in the kitchen, her chestnut colored sandals clicking on the floor.

"What's wrong with her?" she asked confused, "Is she finally over that guy?" Carissa shook her head in reply as she stirred something in a pot. The sun was rising and it shone through the little cracks in the walls just perfectly.

"I don't think so, just a way to deal with the pain." Carissa shook her head at the thought. Poor Lenora, wish I could take away her grief.

"She's just going to forget it happened?" asked Ida astounded.

"She's going to try," replied her mother unhappily.

Lenora was singing to herself quietly a song that she had made up when she was a little girl. It was a love song, her mom had actually taught it to her and Lenora had just made a new tune to it, pne less dull for her childish mind. It suddenly made her think of Paris and she bit her bottom lip to stop herself from crying. Get over him Len! Don't you even DARE cry! She warned herself. She pulled Ida's play dresses and some robes off the line and threw them in the basket she had brought out. She came to the white sheets blowing fiercely in the early morning wind and reached up top to undo the clip. She pulled it off and was about to pull the sheet off until someone tugged it on the other side. She gasped quickly and shocked to see Paris pull the corner down to reveal himself. "Oh, sorry miss, were you looking at this sheet?" he asked and gigled. She remembered back to the market where they first bumped into each other.

"Paris!" Lenora cried, standing there stunned. She didn't know whether to slap him and run inside or kiss him and just hold him.

"Yeah, it's me." Her mouth was still wide open and she clamped it shut once she realized it seemed like it was almost down the ground. She pulled herself together and gave him a look of lust and anger.

"You came back." Paris nodded. "Why? To find another girl to trick and play your game?" she said nastily. Score one for me.

"To find you," he stated as Lenora stared into his chocolate eyes and almost melted. The same trick he pulled on me last time. She looked away.

"For what purpose?" she asked calmly crossing her arms. She wasn't about to let him know how much she missed him, how much she wanted to just scoop him in her arms, kiss him, or the actual urge she had to make love to him. Someone she barely knew and yet she knew inside and out.

"To say I'm sorry…." Paris started. Lenora quickly cut him off.

"Of course…" she rolled her eyes and snorted at the comment. He moved towards her and she backed up.

"And to say….I love you." A tear strolled down his cheek as his curls blew in the morning breeze in the alley. Lenora went stiff as a board and looked up at him. What did he just say? She quickly looked away, not able to bring herself to stare at him. He moved slowly to her and looked into her blue eyes. He could see right down into her soul as he pressed his lips to her red juicy ones. It was a passionate kiss and she responded to it by kissing him back, almost like she was craving it. He ran his hands through her dirty blonde hair as he slipped into a moment of bliss.

Around the corner was Nereus staring at them, his cold heartless eyes piercing through them like a spear through a fish. Watching them. He had followed Paris on the ship to Sparta knowing he would find his one true weakness.

TO BE CONTINUED………..

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