Alex reached Sparta.
"What happened here..." he muttered to himself. He had rushed to Sparta, taking the first carriage he could catch in the morning and paying far more than he should have.
"Greetings," he said, nodding to the guards and slipping them a generous amount of money, just like everyone else.
Alex was fascinated by the Spartan streets and their striking beauty.
"It seems like no one is talking about the prince who arrived yesterday... This could mean a few things, and I hope it's the one I'm thinking of," Alex thought, hoping that Paris was too busy speaking with the Spartan King to have met Helen. He hoped they hadn't crossed paths yet, but he knew the chances were slim.
PSHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
"AGHGHGHGH!!!" Paris woke up with a start.
"What... HAPPENED..." he mumbled, looking around. The last thing he remembered was a sharp pain and then darkness.
He glanced around to see...
