You were waiting for Achilles from the battlefield, in your common tent on the shores of Troy, and did not notice how you fell asleep

You woke up to the fact that he was persistently rubbing his nose against your nose, covered in someone else’s blood, clad in iron armor, the smell was so disgusting that nausea rose in his throat

He fell back on his heels

“They couldn’t even get close to me, it was so easy.”