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Divine Inspiration	By : LuckyPanda13 Category: S through Z > Troy Views: 5273 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Welcome.” I said with an air of impatience, surveying the room and adopting my general persona, rather than the king one. Being a king would do no good here. Odysseus looked amused by our demolished robes. “We’ve gathered to discuss the terms of peace between Greece and Troy. As the victor, Troy will speak first. Memnon, begin.”
“My king, what of your relationship with Achilles?” One Trojan spoke up.
“I was under the impression that there was no dissent regarding that particular topic, considering how no one spoke up earlier against it.” I said, dryly with obvious annoyance. “But, since you seem so adamant about it, challenge either Achilles or me and we will talk about it if you beat us.”
The man’s mouth snapped shut.
“No?” I blinked, feigning surprise. “Let me recap for you: Achilles is my lover. If you wish to discuss it, you must challenge either Achilles or me before we will speak of it. Now, Memnon, your requests for peace. Begin.” Each Trojan leader stood and spoke, one at a time, naming more and more absurd demands from Greece before they stopped. Paris asked to keep Helen, obviously.
“Odysseus, please name your requests. I ask that the Greek leaders make no commentary on the Trojan demands.” I said when the Trojan leaders stopped. “Begin.” Odysseus started speaking, being the only reasonable and intelligent leader in his requests. Menelaus asked for Helen back, of course, but the Greeks got as absurd with their requests as the Trojans before they stopped. It took me three hours before I managed to talk both sides down from their more unreasonable requests and list out all the terms of the compromise. Both sides finally agreed upon what we had listed out, making me relax for the first time since we had started. My impatient demeanor had easily prevented everyone from being superfluous with their requests as well as their word choice.
“What of Helen, my king?” Paris asked, worry in his eyes. She had been ignored up to this point, simply to get the important details out of the way, first.
“Helen will be given to the victors, as she was the reason for the war in the first place.” I said, making Menelaus cry out in outrage and Paris grin in triumph. I held my hand up to silence them and Paris’ face fell when he saw the seriousness on my face. “That being said, Helen will be given to the Temple of Apollo as a tribute to the gods as thanks for the Trojan victory. She will serve with my sister, Cassandra, as a constant companion and live the remainder of her days under an oath of chastity.” Instantly, Paris cried out in outrage and Menelaus smirked in triumph. Menelaus didn’t really care about Helen, he just didn’t want any other man to have her. If the gods had her, he couldn’t complain.
“Brother!” Paris snapped. “What are you doing?”
“This is my decision.” I ignored my brother, know he was going to be furious regardless. “What do Greece and Troy say?” All the Greeks nodded in agreement. All the Trojans, except for Pairs, nodded as well. “It is decided.”
Thus, the Trojan War was officially over.
“Paris, stay a moment after our guests depart.” I ordered. “Everyone else, return to your people, spread the word of peace, and rejoice, for we are finally free of the war that has plagued both our peoples for a decade.” I waited for the crowd of men to start clearing from the room before looking at my lover. Achilles nodded at me, understanding my silent question.
“I will go see Astayanax for a time.” He murmured next to me. “And then I must return to my men to make plans with them. I should be back before nightfall tomorrow. If something comes up, I will have a message sent so you know.” I nodded and touched his shoulder in acknowledgement as he stepped past me. He turned and touched my forearm in response, allowing me a small smile before leaving the room with the rest of the Greek and Trojan leaders. I sent Sarpedon away, too, so that when the assembly doors banged shut, only Paris and I stood in the room. I had to keep my brother from doing something drastic without letting him know it was Helen’s decision.
I’d rather sit through the entirety of the peace talks again.
“Paris.” I took the crown off my head and left it in the chair before stepping down to the open floor. With the crown off, Paris knew that this was a brotherly talk, not a king-to-prince talk. So, he glowered at me, stubbornly not moving from his chair. “If you don’t come here, I’ll drag you like the spoiled brat you are.” I had to insult him to get him to respond. If I got him angry enough, he’d try to take it out on me and I could wear him down until he was too exhausted to do anything stupid.
“Me? Spoiled?” Paris’ voice cracked in outrage. “What about you, Hector? You and your Greek whore–” The word was barely out of his mouth when my knife slammed into the chair next to him. He froze, mouth open in shock. We both knew that I was too good to have hit him at such close proximity, but it was the threat that made him pause.
“Do not insult one who could kill you without a second thought.” I advised calmly.
“He wouldn’t.” Paris said uncertainly.
“No.” I agreed. “But he wouldn’t want to upset me.” I let that thought sink in for a moment. “Come, spar with me, brother. We’ll discuss everything in the same way we always have.”
“With blood and bruises.” Paris couldn’t help the wry grin, despite his anger towards me.
“Instead of words and courtesy.” I finished with an echoing grin on my face.
“Let’s go.” Paris stood up and paced around me on the floor, trying to find an opening where he knew there was none. I shut my eyes, listening only to the soft movements of his feet. He slammed into me from behind, as always, and I rolled forward with his momentum, dropping him to the ground. He swore.
“If you didn’t use the same moves every time,” I taunted, standing over him, “You wouldn’t be so easy to beat.” Angrily, Paris kicked out his leg, hoping to surprise me. Unfortunately for him, that was his usual tactic to catch me off guard. Normally, he would be quite talented in a fight, but we had sparred too many times for me not to recognize his “go to” methods and act accordingly. When confronted with new counterattacks, Paris relied even more heavily on his “go to’s”, making him even easier to beat.
“Why?” Paris yelled, trying to pin me. I flipped him over my shoulder and back to the ground.
“Because we have to placate Menelaus.” I replied calmly.
“We beat them!” Paris snapped.
“But we have to deal with them every day after this!” I retorted. Paris grappled me to the ground. “Our peace talks include a trade agreement now!”
“I love her!” Paris grunted as I got him in a headlock.
“She’s not dying!” I snapped. “Just because you can’t fuck her doesn’t mean you can’t still love her!” Paris threw himself on top of me, punching wildly. I caught his fists and wrestled him down. He was losing steam. Too much energy and emotion too early made him quick to tire.
“Why?!” He roared as I pinned him. “Why do you get your lover and I can’t have mine?”
“Because my lover didn’t start a decade-long war between two nations.” I answered.
“That wasn’t her fault!” Pairs growled, struggling against my hold.
“No, it was yours!” I replied. Paris froze, mouth open in shock. I had told him my opinions before, but I assume he thought that I had stopped chastising him once the war was over. “I’m not mad at you, Paris, but you have to accept the consequences of your actions. Your decision to take Helen with you when you left Sparta led to a war. In order to successfully maintain the peace, you have to give up sleeping with Helen. Remember: she’s still staying in Troy!”
“It’s not fair!” Paris pouted, resuming his struggle against me.
“No, it’s not. “I agreed. “Welcome to reality. On the bright side, you’ll be able to remember her forever in your child.”
“Child?!” Paris froze again.
“She didn’t tell me.” I admitted. “But I’ve seen Andromache when she was pregnant and Helen was acting similarly. As the child is yours, I have no qualms about letting him or her be raised with the other royal children in the palace. Obviously, Helen will be allowed to help care for the child as long as it does not interfere with her duties to the Temple of Apollo. The child will not be considered a bastard, considering he or she was conceived before Helen’s vow of chastity.”
“Really?” Paris looked astounded and so hopeful, that it reminded me of the barely-a-man teenager he had been when he first returned to Troy with Helen in tow. He was so young and he couldn’t understand why I had been so angry at him. At least at the time.
“I’m the king, remember?” I got off my brother and dusted myself off. “I can do what I want and people have to listen to me.” I offered Paris a hand up and as soon as he was on his feet, he hugged me tightly.
“I’m sorry.” He murmured. “About everything.”
“I know. Me, too.”
“Thank you, Hector.” He looked me in the eye. “I don’t think anyone tells you that nearly enough.”
“Go see Helen.” I ordered. “She won’t be given to the Temple of Apollo until tomorrow.” There was no reason why I couldn’t allow Paris one last goodbye with Helen. I watched his face light up and he practically sprinted from the room. Snatching up my crown, I went to go spend time with my son.

Welp. We’re almost to the end! I hope you are enjoying this as much as I did! I know this chapter is a little short, but the next one should make up for it. Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think! It was difficult for me to not be mean to Paris and make him a prissy bitch, but I did what I could.
Thanks!

~LP
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