a/n: Hey everybody! This is my first "Troy" fic, so please review. Well, even if it wasn't, I would still want you to review! Either way, your input would be much appreciated (and if you must flame, I suppose you can, but don't flame me again lol!).

Please enjoy!

Romen

Disclaimer: Anything familiar is not mine, anything unfamiliar is.

Chapter One

Paris

"Come here, Paris. Come here."

Gaea, Paris's nanny, crooned softly towards the small child, barely over one year's old. However, the child did not heed her, his wide, dark, eyes fixed on Hector, who was sitting about a foot away from him, his arms outstretched to his little brother. Paris stumbled forward, his short, stout legs planted far apart from each other, supporting him wobbly.

"He won't come if he doesn't want to," Hecuba called over. She glanced down at Paris fondly, the corners of her mouth twitching. She sighed as the servant continued to braid her long, golden tresses. "You should just give in."

Hector grinned, his arms wrapping around the baby, scooping him up. He kissed Paris's dark locks, but Paris had his mind set on something other than pure attention.

"Dat," he grunted, clumsily pointing behind his brother's shoulder.

"What?" Hector cocked his head to the side, looking at the toy lamb he had been playing with. "No, Paris, that's your older brother's toy."

Paris stared into Hector's eyes for a moment before fixing his eyes on the small, wooden trinket and repeating, "dat", except this time with a little more force.

"Paris, no. That's mine. I had it first. Here, why don't you play with something else..."

The six year old began to stand, but halted as Paris let out a loud wail, swells of salty tears rolling down his round, rosy cheeks. Hector patted him comfortingly on the back, reaching for a small sandal that Paris seemed to have a fascination with.

"Here, Paris, play with this instead..."

Paris held it in his chubby hand for a second before throwing it in the opposite direction and crying even louder. At his wit's end, Hector handed the child over to Gaea, who tried to soothe him by singing lightly in his ear.

"Give him the toy, Hector." Hecuba gave him a stern look. "He is your younger brother."

"I was playing with it first!" Hector protested. "He has more toys than me anyway."

"That's because he is younger," she explained. "If you were his age, you would have more toys, too."

"No I wouldn't," Hector muttered darkly, bending over to pick it up. "Everyone just likes Paris better..."

"That is not true. Now give him the toy, before I take it away from you."

"Yes, Mother." He reluctantly strode over to Gaea, holding the toy out to Paris, who snatched it away readily and thrust it in his mouth.

"Look how happy you made him," Hecuba cooed, coming over and brushing her finger gently against the baby's cheek. "He's smiling..."

Paris reached out and wrapped one small hand around Hecuba's finger, causing both of the women to chuckle softly. His dark eyes roved around to Hector, who did his best to smile back.

(Space)

"Hector."

The boy glanced up, turning to face his father as Priam sat down next to him on the bench. "Father!"

Priam smiled, his blue eyes twinkling softly. "Why aren't you playing with the other boys? Soon it will be time to prepare for the evening meal."

Hector looked down, shrugging. "I don't want to."

"Why not?" He grew serious, resting the back of his hand against his son's forehead. "Are you feeling unwell?"

"I just don't feel like going outside today." His cheeks flushed as Gaea walked past them, a soft blanket draped over her shoulder, probably for Paris, who was having his bath.

"Your mother told me that you played with Paris this morning," Priam chortled quietly, leaning back.

"Yes."

"It was very kind of you to give him that toy."

"I didn't want to," Hector said, a bit louder than he meant to. "Mother made me, and everyone likes Paris better anyway."

Priam frowned. "That's not true, Hector..."

"Yes, it is. He gets everything he wants, and everyone goes on about how he's so adorable and charming..."

The king laughed, shaking his head. "Oh, Hector! My son, this is just because Paris is the youngest."

Hector blinked. "But I always have to give him all of my toys whenever he wants them!"

"Hector, you know our situation. When Paris was born he was in a very...delicate situation. We just don't want to overexcite him. Besides, you are the older brother."

The boy scowled, crossing his arms and slumping down in the chair. "I don't see anything good about that."

"Really, it is the best position to be in." Priam paused. "I was the older brother when I was your age. At first I felt the same that you did. But as I got older, I realized how fortunate I was."

Hector was doubtful. "Fortunate for what?"

"I was the one who taught my little brother all of the tricks I knew, how to get in trouble, and how to obey the rules." He smiled. "Paris is going to need you to look after him, and be the one who teaches him how to have fun."

"I don't know..."

"Someday, you will see what I mean." Priam stood, clasping his hands. "For now, you should keep in mind that Paris is still very young."

Hector chewed on his lip as his father walked down the hall, wondering if this could possibly be true.

TBC...

Please review lol. I know it was REALLY short, but the next one will be MUCH, MUCH, longer.