You were in Achilles' tent as a concubine, the captured princess of Troy, but he did nothing to you except give you water and untied you from the chair

He slowly opened his sleepy eyes, seeing you from above with a dagger pressed to his neck, he didn’t resist, he just looked, and then he reached out and grabbed your forearms, abruptly turning you over onto your back and hovering over you

He looked at you languidly and sleepily, slowly lifting the hem of your tunic to your waist, and you could feel all the heat of his naked body when he settled between your legs and simultaneously covered your mouth with his