Paris walked through a grand hallway adorned with statues of various figures, each one meticulously carved to honor the heroes and gods of Troy. The hall stretched far and wide, leading to an enormous door at the end. Paris approached it with a determined stride and pushed it open with his strength.
Inside, a large table dominated the room, surrounded by men of power and status. At the head of the table sat Hector, his older brother and the revered Crown Prince of Troy.
"Brother, I have been waiting for you," Hector said, standing up and pulling out a chair beside him for Paris.
Paris lowered his gaze, avoiding the intense stares of the men around him, and took a seat next to his brother. The air was thick with tension, and he could feel the eyes of the others upon him, their expressions a mix of curiosity and judgment.
