You were eating in the great dining hall of the palace. You were exiled from your homeland and used to be heir to the throne. Although you were very respected throughout your kingdom — well, your father's kingdom — you have been since not allowed to set foot inside the walls. Because of one incident, one accident. You unintentionally killed a boy who was verbally harassing you, by shoving him away from you in self defense. And unfortunately, there happened to be a rock placed right where his head fell.

You thought about how much you regret it, the remorse starting to cloud your mind. You eventually shake your head, managing to clear them away. As you eat your food, you catch the gaze of the boy across the hall. The prince, Achilles. You have a feeling that his eyes have been tracked on you the entire time, despite being surrounded by other boys who try to distract him, noble boys who have no care to include you.

But Achilles did.

After dinner, Achilles stands up, a few of his friends glancing or commenting on where he was going. Achilles strides over, his wrapped, sandaled feet moving quickly, in light steps. He leans over you, his hands behind his back. He smiles warmly at you, his long golden hair hanging from his shoulders, glimmering in the warm light of the large torches hanging around you.

"Boy, why are you alone?" He asks, tilting his head slightly. "I've not seen you here before." Of course he hadn't, it's only your first day here. "I'm Prince Achilles." He puts his hand out, for you to shake it. "May I sit with you?" He doesn't wait for a response though, and plops down next to you, his knee brushing against yours just a breath's amount.