Movie: Troy

Couple: Hector/Helen

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

Title: Unspoken Attraction

Chapter Two: A Brother’s Betrayal

Rated: T (PG-13)

Shining Friendship: the first chapter that I wrote was little less than what I usually write in my other fanfics, but it was the beginning of the story for Hector, Helen, and Paris so bear with me on that. laughs This chapter will be longer and a lot more detailed because of the scenes in the movie. I want to thank the readers who reviewed my story in the first chapter and hope that you will continue to do so in the rest of them. (I love you, Banshee Queen!) I know a lot of people don’t like the couple (or attraction) between Helen and Hector, though I always thought it was a nice contrast from their relationships with Paris and Andromache. Eric (Hector) and Diane (Helen), in my opinion, I think should have had more scenes together and the ones they were in were great. whispers Especially the courtyard scene—LOL! That one was the best! Anyways, thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoy.

It was a beautiful morning on the Aegean Sea for the Trojans. Hector knew that the gods had blessed his voyage back home—for the morning at least. He was carving a little toy lion with a spear for his son, Astyanax, for when they returned to Troy as a way to preoccupy himself while his men rowed the ship. The pleasant winds were blowing softly through his long, dark brown curls when Paris walked over beside him. “A beautiful morning,” he stated with a somewhat noticeable weakness, as though there was something troubling his mind. “Poseidon has blessed our voyage.”

Still trying to concentrate on what he was doing, Hector replied, “Sometimes the gods bless you in the morning and curse you in the afternoon.”

From the corner of his eye, the older Trojan prince could tell that something was indeed troubling his younger brother.

“Do you love me, brother?” Paris asked him with innocence that made Hector look up like him and stop what he was doing. “Would you protect me against any enemy?”

Now he knew something was wrong. “The last time you spoke to me like this you were ten years old and you had just stolen father’s horse. What have you done this time?”

“I must show you something,” Paris responded with a little more firmness and led his older brother down to the bottom of the ship.

As soon as the two Trojan princes reached the wooden floor, Paris stood beside a hooded figure that got up for the presence of Hector and he shyly refused to look at his older brother’s face again. The hooded figure lifted up their hood to reveal themselves and Hector was taken into shock for what he had seen before him. It was Helen! She revealed herself as they made their first eye contact to each other ever. Those perfectly innocent blue eyes… Hector said to himself softly in his mind. He wanted to stand there in awe of her beauty like all the other times before, only now more captivated and mesmerized by seeing her face full, but thoughts of his little brother’s betrayal soon stopped him. Paris had secretly stowed the Queen of Sparta onto their ship without telling anyone, having absolutely no idea what his foolishness has done now…

Hector commanded one of his men to head back as soon as he and Paris reached the deck again, leaving Helen downstairs just like before. “Turn us round, back to Sparta.”

The captain started shouting orders as the younger prince desperately tried to think of something to stop his brother from letting the woman he loves return back to her home country. “Wait. Wait.” He wanted to say more; Hector could tell, but no more words could come out.

“You fool…”

“Listen to me—” the young prince’s begging was cut off quickly.

“Do you know what you’ve done?” The mighty Trojan warrior only let out some of his fury by pushing his brother away, not wanting to be near him right now. “Do you know how many years our father worked for peace?”

“I love her,” was all the cowardly handsome man could say to defend himself from his brother’s hatred.

Hector groaned with impatience. ‘My brother truly is a fool!’ he thought to himself and the gods, silently cursing him for ever wanting to come to Sparta. It was never about trying to make peace between Troy and Sparta for their father; it was about sleeping with the most beautiful mortal woman in the world so he could have his prize! “It’s all a game to you, isn’t it? You roam from town to town bedding merchants’ wives and temple maids, and you think you know something about love. What about your father’s love? You spat on him when you brought her on this ship. What about the love for your country?” He pushed Paris again in even more disgust than before. “You’d let Troy burn for this woman!”

Prince Hector turned away from his little brother, wishing that this nightmare would be over soon and it wasn’t real at all. Queen Helen may have the beauty of a goddess, of course she did, but that girl would never be worth a war between Troy and all of Greece! “I won’t let you start a war for her…”

“May I speak?” Paris asked with no confidence in himself at all for the anger that was clearly building his older brother. “What you say is true. I’ve wronged you, I’ve wronged our father. If you want to take Helen back to Sparta then so be it, but I go with her.”

The mighty Trojan warrior couldn’t believe what he was hearing. ‘Now, of all times in his life, Paris tries being heroic in front of me—with this woman that he abducted in the middle of the night. Then my little brother knows nothing of real life if he honestly believes he’ll come back home to Troy alive after returning to Sparta with Helen by his side. Menelaus would spear his head to his gates and feed his body to the dogs for dinner!’ “To Sparta—they’ll kill you.”

“Then I’ll die fighting,” Paris said with more life in him, making a stronger attempt to get his point across without being disrespectful.

Once again, Hector couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Paris steals a king’s wife and thinks that he can be powerful enough to take down the Spartan army or die with the glory of fighting for someone he ‘loves’ in his memory. “Oh, and that sounds heroic to you, doesn’t it? To die fighting. Tell me little brother, have you ever killed a man?”

“No,” he simply stated honestly.

“Ever seen a man die in combat?”

“No.”

Out of pure hate, he tried grasping the handsome prince’s attention by looking into his eyes and telling him the reality of death in his many experiences from battles. “I’ve killed men, and I’ve heard men dying, and I’ve watched them dying, and there’s nothing glorious about it—nothing poetic. You say you want to die for love, but you know nothing about dying and you know nothing about love!”

Paris gathered up the last bit of courage he had to speak to his brother and said, “All the same…I go with her. I won’t ask you to fight my war.”

A blaze of anger rushed in his eyes and rippled in his muscles as Hector replied back, “You already have…To Troy!” he commanded his men and walked off without another word.

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