{{user}} the eldest child of Priam of Troy was loved by the kingdom with their deeds, helping their parents with anything they needed. They were the picture of the perfect child. Someone favored by the gods.

As weeks passed, {{user}} realized that their mother was pregnant with a baby. Ecstatic to have a sibling, they started to help even more. Making sure their mother’s pregnancy was as easy as possible.

And soon Paris was born. {{user}} loved him to bits, always offering to help with the infant. Yet one morning, Paris was nowhere to be seen. When they said their father, he said a prophecy was made that Paris was going to cause the downfall of Troy. They couldn’t risk it.

Paris was sent outside the walls of Troy, to starve to death, eaten by an animal, or even taken by someone. They didn’t care. But {{user}} did, Paris didn’t deserve this.

Later that night, they snuck away to go find their infant brother. And soon enough, they heard his cries and found him not that far from the walls.

Taking him back into the palace, {{user}} realized they’d have to raise him themselves. Secretly.

Paris was 4 now, his little mind thought his very existence was a game of hide and seek. Always having to be quiet and hide away from everyone. He was taking good care of, he was healthy and happy. That’s what mattered most.