Movie: Troy

Couple: Hector/Helen

Minor Couples: Paris/Helen & Hector/Andromache (on the side)

Title: Unspoken Attraction

Chapter One: Watching You

Rated: T (PG-13)

Summary: Helen fell in love with Paris from the moment their eyes met, but an unspoken attraction between the Queen of Sparta and Hector during the Trojan War could never be forgotten.

He was watching her…

He was always watching her whenever she entered a room, stealing glances wherever he could. The Queen of Sparta’s beauty was breathtaking for any mortal man or immortal god to see, and that included Prince Hector of Troy—even if he was happily married to his wife. Helen was the very young wife of King Menelaus, younger brother to High King Agamemnon who ruled all the Greek kingdoms, and no one in the entire world could compare to her unbelievable beauty and spirit. Everything about her made men weak inside; all men who just wanted to take her away and keep her to themselves until the gods decided to take their soul.

Some of the rumored stories about her life seemed unrealistic and false to him. Stories of her being found on a cabbage leaf where her mortal mother found her as a baby, and other nonsense like that he didn’t believe. Though there was one story that went without words at all. Her beauty of being the most beautiful and desirable woman in the entire world didn’t have enough words to comprehend the true meaning. For words could never amount to such perfection. Helen had the body of a goddess with innocent blue eyes, smooth and creamy skin, perfectly-shaped long legs, and soft pink lips, not to mention her wavy, golden hair that would have looked strange to see in Troy. And so, as it was, this woman was truly a goddess—no man or god on the entire earth could ever deny it.

“Princes of Troy, on our last night together, Queen Helen and I salute you.”

They sat at opposite ends of the table while Menelaus said his small speech during the large feast to the princes of Troy for their last night visit there in an arrangement for peace between the two countries. Helen quietly kept her eyes pinned on his younger brother, Paris, who had his eyes gazing back—a longing desire for her burned deep within the eyes of his soul. Hector, with all his might, tried hard to pay attention to the Spartan king as he announced the peace between Troy and Sparta, though was secretly desperate to see Helen’s beautiful face instead. He got his mind out of the grains of sand long enough to hear Menelaus’ toast.

“Hector, Paris, young princes—come, stand—drink with me. Let us drink to peace.”

“To peace between Troy and Sparta.”

In all the time Hector had been in Sparta, the brave Trojan warrior had never really made eye contact with this young queen and felt as though they never would make it because of some odd reason. Maybe it was because this was his last night in Sparta and there was no real point now or maybe it was because she was too afraid to speak to him properly. His stories of being the greatest warrior in all of his country had traveled through the Aegean like strong waves washing up on the shore.

“May the gods keep the wolves in the hills and the women in our beds!”

When the Spartan dancers came out for the evening’s entertainment everyone started getting up and dancing along with them. It wasn’t before long that Helen slipped through the crowd and escaped upstairs to her private chambers. Hector had just toasted with Menelaus to the gods and drank their wine with happiness when he saw his handsome brother leave the dining hall in the same direction as Helen not only a few seconds later.

‘What do you think you’re doing, you fool?’ Hector thought of Paris in disappointment and upset for his selfish actions.

The older Prince of Troy walked over to the staircase, quietly watching Paris follow Helen into her chambers at the last few seconds before being unseen by the rest of the people. He had suspected for many nights now that Paris was having an affair with the girl—it didn’t surprise him a bit because of way the younger prince had with beautiful women, though didn’t want to say anything that might ruin their chances at a true alliance with Sparta for the sake of their father. And so he let his foolish brother do what he wanted, knowing that it would all be over by the morning when they sailed home for Troy…

Hector checked the staircase again few minutes later to see if Paris had returned yet, but he did not—dismay consumed the royal crowned prince. She made him weak, completely defenseless with her incomparable mortal beauty and charm. But his brother knew nothing of love, not really. It was always just a simple game of lust to him—perhaps there was maybe more this time than he thought before, but what did it matter? Once dawn approaches they’ll never see Sparta or their goddess-of-a-queen again. So all Paris could do was enjoy this last night he had with Helen and let that be the end of their little affair.

‘So be careful, my brother. The gods may bless us in the morning, but sometimes they do curse us at night. Involving yourself with the Spartan Queen is playing with fire. I just don’t want to see you get burned.’

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