Author's note, Ok so this fic will be told in the voice of both Andromache and Hector, it'll go back and forth and so on. Enjoy and review!

Andromache

It was a late hour, very late.

Unfortunately.

I found myself bored.

As horrible as it was to say I found myself bored quite often. Not that I wasn't happy. Far from it. I was a very happy woman, ecstatic with my husband being home, happy with my life, content one could say.

Still I found myself wandering the halls of the palace at such a late hour.

Wide-awake as if it were daylight. Unable to sleep, not hungry, simply bored.

I walked up and down the halls in no more then a simple dress and robe, no shoes. Shoes had soles, which made noise. Not matter how small the noise it still woke Hector.

With my hair around my waist I made my way down into the kitchen. I nosed through the shelves and jars.

Unable to find anything of interest.

Not hungry nor thirsty.

Which for some odd reason aggravated me. I then walked from the kitchens down into the libraries. Through the stacks of scrolls of books. I ran my hands lightly over the leather bindings, over the thick paper.

And then quickly fled when I spotted a certain young prince and a maid in the far corner, amusing themselves. She did not see me but I knew Paris did. Without a word to either of them I quickly fled.

Back into the empty halls.

Wishing for something to take my interest or even for sleep to come and claim me.

I was too bored to weave or spin.

The cool marble under my feet made the palace seem even emptier for some odd reason. I came to a stop and looked down at my bare feet. As if they were the most amazing thing I had seen all night.

A sigh came from deep within...and then from behind, I did not need to turn to know from whom the sigh had come.

"May I ask why you're wandering the halls at this hour, love? Or do I even want to know?"

I smiled, without looking up from my feet I told my husband, "You should be in bed. Tomorrow you'll be out all day on horse, you'll need your rest...have you ever noticed how small my feet look against the cold marble?"

Hector sighed once more and came up behind me, he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck, "Last I knew you were my wife not my mother."

I slid my hands over his strong arms that encircled my waist and still stared at my feet. Hector put his feet along my own, making my own seem far smaller and dainty compared to his. I looked over my shoulder at him, "Did I wake you?"

He shook his head and kissed my lips, "No. I woke up from the dogs howling out in the city. It's a full moon you know, all manner of creatures stray from their safe warm beds and wander aimlessly."

I contained my smile and held his gaze, he kept a serious face by the grace of the Gods alone. Something he had learned at court a long time ago, something I had learned as a young girl, and something our child would learn.

Hector would learn of our child as well, when I was certain I would not loose it. I would not break his heart again with another loss of a child, one was plenty in his lifetime.

Tomorrow I would go and see the old hag woman and see what she had to say. Until then I could remain quiet on the matter.

Hector kissed me again and pulled me from my thoughts, "We're you hungry?"

"No," I told him, to which I added, "Go on upstairs, I'll be up shortly, once I find my slippers."

Hector shook his head, kissed my cheek, "You told me that two nights ago and I was forced to sleep alone. Besides, you don't wear slippers."

My husband unwrapped his arms from around my waist but held onto my hand, "Come along, love."

I pouted, "I'm not tired," but I allowed him to lead me down the hall.

He looked over his shoulder at me and grinned, "Who said anything about sleeping?"