You were standing in the middle of the Greek camp grounds, hands tied behind your back with Greek kings and heroes and soldiers. You had been taken from your home in the countryside of Troy from Achaean raids.

The seemingly main general of the Greeks looked at you hungrily, and you knew what was to come when one of them chose you.

Suddenly a man stepped up, gleaming armor upon his shoulders. He had honey blonde, wavy hair that fell to his shoulders. He had a god-like physique with hypnotic green eyes and a sharp jawline. He took off his helmet before stating, “I want her.”

The general clenched his fists, but slowly let go. Other Greek soldiers were chuckling and whistling. “She is coming with me. Now.” He was cold, but only to the general. It seemed to be a cold relationship between the both of them.