Achilles, your son. He was your pride and joy ever since that prophecy was made. You just didn't know the horrors of what you'd have to endure. Once you had given birth to him, you jumped right into the sea, happy to be home and away from your "husband" Peleus. You visited your son when you could manage to, it was hard returning to that place that gave you torture.

"Mother," Achilles spoke, his eyes on you as you stood in front of him. “I met a boy today, his name is Patroclus."