A/n: HIYA! yup it's another chapter and it's gonna be goood (I hope) anyway I just thought that I should point out the story's going to be set over like a year or something. Just don't worry about the time scale. Love yooo xxxxxxxxxxx

Disclaimer: I only own the plot because I can't own history. Gutted!

The Beautiful Secret of Troy

Briseis walked into the room and seen her cousin sleeping in the moonlit room. It was not long before dawn and she did not want to wake her. She looked so peaceful and happy, Briseis didn't want to destroy happiness yet she had no choice. Sighing, she made her way over to where Alena lay. She gently shook her and quietly said her name. Alena turned over and snored loudly. Selena walked over to the bed and said that shaking her was no good. Instead, she threw a wet cloth over Alena's face. Instantly she shot up and threw the cold rag off her face. Briseis laughed as Alena cursed and shuddered.

"SELENA! must you do that every morning?" she noticed Briseis "Oh yes, I forgot the temple. Very well, get my things Selena. I think I will wear white today."

She smiled widely at her cousin and crawled out of bed. She stretched and yawned whilst her handmaids washed her arms and legs. Then she removed her nightdress and Briseis averted her jealous eyes. Although she was thinner than Alena, she hated the fact that Alena's curves were her best asset. The way she walked was like a hypnotic dance which would make the handsomest man fall at her feet, begging that she would stop walking so he could keep control of himself.

"You can look now, I am fully clothed."

Briseis turned around, blushing. She stood up and took her little cousins hands. She held them and knew why Paris had taken Helen. The maids stood giggling and Briseis held back her words. The rumours would kill Alena. She told the maids to leave them in peace while she spoke to her cousin.

"Alena, there is rumours and you need to hear them from me. It is going to hurt as it is dredging up the past." Briseis looked her right in the eyes and whispered " It's about Paris. Apparently Helen has been leaving him sleeping himself as he... moans... he moans... he moans your name in his sleep. Now every maid in the palace, apart from Selena obviously, has ideas about what happened two years ago."

"how can they know? It was never spoke of again and Paris would never tell not after what Hector did to him!" she whispered urgently. She felt like crying but stopped herself. " we will discuss this with Hector later, he'll know what to do!"

Briseis nodded and guided Alena out of the room and let her maids throw the scarves around her face. They silently walked out through Troy down onto the beach. The high wind whipped at their faces. When they reached the temple the maids put the food in the side room and left Alena and Briseis with the priests.

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It was three hours since their arrival at the temple and they agreed on a break. The girls sat down on the bench and ate some salted pork. They were thinking of the rumours and how Hector would react when he found out. As much as Alena was hating the memory, she hoped that Hector wouldn't hurt Paris the way he did before. She closed her eyes and thought back.

2 years previous

Alena and Paris were always together. Brother and sister, best friends, both were excited about the close approaching marriage of Hector and Andromache. The two of them were to help anoint the couple in the ceremony. Paris was sixteen and Alena was only fourteen, chosen because of they were young and innocent, pure. As they practised their dancing along the corridor, Paris caught hold of Alena and held her close.

"Paris, what are you doing? I need to perfect the dance."

"Alena," he whispered "I'm scared. I'm scared that I won't find love like Hector and I'll die alone. I couldn't bear that."

"You are talking like a fool. Any woman in the Agea would have you." she pulled away from the embrace and looked at his face "You are nervous, what has happened? What have you done?"

Paris turned away and looked at his hands. He had never felt so dirty. He wanted to throw himself from a window.

"I... lost my innocence to a woman older than me last night."

"WHAT? But Paris, now you won't be able to anoint Hector! Why? What possessed you to do it?"

Paris turned around with a look of shame on his face. "You did! I did it to stop me thinking of you in the way I shouldn't. But it didn't work and now I... want you more. How I wish that you weren't my sister."

"Me?" Alena whispered and fell backwards onto the wall. She closed her eyes and...

"ALENA! Get up quickly."

Briseis' voice woke her. She looked at her and realised that pandemonium had ensued in the temple. Priests were flailing about screaming and wailing prayers.

"Briseis, what is going-"

"THEY'RE HERE! THE GREEKS! WHAT DO WE DO?"

letting the information sink in she grabbed Briseis and pushed her into the cellar.

"Hide in here. Don't come out whatever you do, no matter what you hear. Promise me that you won't leave here!"

Briseis nodded and Alena ran back up the stairs to the worship room. She could hear the manly yells outside, growing louder, getting closer. In a panic she ran to a trunk and threw it open, looking for a sword for her and Briseis. She heard a booming voice,

"Take what you want."

Without thinking, she climbed into the trunk with the coins and closed the lid. She sat in darkness and listened to the muffled voices.

"Take something for Patroclus. He has shown great self control and deserves a reward!"

She knew that it must be Achilles. She controlled her breathing and told herself that she would sneak back to Troy once things had settled down. Suddenly it went silent. She lifted her hand up to the lid and was going to lift it when the full trunk was lifted up and the lid was bolted. She tried to move but it was too tight. She began to panic, where were they taking her? She told herself it was alright because Hector would be down looking for her soon and he would destroy the Greeks. She started to get warm and felt faint. She closed her eyes...

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Alena was walking down to see Hector on his own private Garden. She had to find out what was going to happen to Paris. She didn't want him to get hurt, she wouldn't be able to live with herself if anything happened to him. Even if he was in love with her, she wouldn't see him hurt. She turned into the Patio and heard someone yell out in pain. She ran over to the stairs and seen Paris lying at the bottom of them. He was covered in blood and his arms and legs were tied together. He looked up at Alena and spat out blood.

"Lena, please, help me!"

"Alena, my darling sister. You are just in time to see this bastard be castrated in case he tries to get you in your sleep!"

Hector walked over to Paris and flipped him onto his back. He ripped his toga to reveal his manhood. Paris started to scream and begged him not to.

"HECTOR! NO!" He stopped approaching Paris and looked at Alena "He's sorry. He obviously doesn't love me anymore. Let him go!"

Hector leaned down so he was inches away from Paris' head. He stabbed the knife into Paris' earlobe and spat on his face. He got up and watched his brother writhe and moan in pain. He shook his head and kicked him hard in his testicles. He screamed as Hector climbed the stairs to Alena.

"Don't worry about him anymore. He won't ever think like that again."

And he took his crying sister back inside and sent his maids out to clean him up.

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A giant thump. They had obviously dropped the chest on the ground.

"Everything in the trunk's yours."

The lid was thrown open and Alena was looking up into the face of Patroclus. He looked at her with a confused expression.

"So, the girl's mine as well?"

A/n: so what did you think? Sorry about the incest thing. I hadn't planned that, it just sort of happened but that will be the last of it, I promise! Anyway Patroclus is in it now so YAY. Right now go and review!

Love yooo xxx