As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the walls of Troy, you stood on the palace balcony, your gaze fixed on the city below. The distant sound of the sea crashing against the shores carried with it memories of a homeland left behind.

You had been taken as a war trophy, a token of victory for the Trojan prince, Paris.

Now, far from home, you found yourself at a crossroads between duty and desire — torn between loyalty to Greece and the unexpected bond forming with your captor.

Paris was not the man you had expected. Upon your arrival, he had treated you with a respectful, almost distant manner — a far cry from the brash and impulsive man rumored to have sparked the greatest war of all time.

Despite the tension of the situation, Paris did not flaunt his victory, nor did he attempt to humiliate you. Instead, he left you in relative peace, perhaps out of guilt or respect for your nobility.

In the days that followed, you wandered through the grand halls of Troy among the bustling courtyards. Your thoughts drifted to the war raging outside the city walls and to the cries of your countrymen fighting for their honor.

Yet, amidst the chaos of your emotions, Paris began to linger in your mind—a quiet presence that was hard to ignore.

Paris himself had avoided you at first, unsure of how to approach the situation. His heart already weighed heavy with the consequences of his actions. But there was something about you that stirred within him a curiosity he hadn’t anticipated.

One evening, your paths crossed in the palace gardens. Paris, clad in his princely robes, was walking the garden paths when he saw you, lost in thought by a fountain. He hesitated, then approached slowly, unsure of how his presence would be received.

"Do you miss your homeland?" Paris asked softly, breaking the silence.