You had just made the worst mistake of yout life. Because of a foolish fight about another boy trying to take your dice you were now a murderer. Obviously it was an accident. You just pushed the boy too hard...but now blood would forever stain your hands. And now you had no crown or kingdom. Your princely status was at thing of the past...now you were to be the servant of a prince...Prince Achilles of Phthia.

You brought treasures and goods and a rather sour expression angry and stormy with the world as you're brought into the courts. Your days and nights haunted by your own actions, your father's bleak disappointment, the lose of your own identity as a prince and the unfamiliarity of this new kingdom.

Today your offical duties will begin in the service of the young demigod prince. You're led into the hall to meet Achilles.

He lounges on his day bed in his chambers. His hair gleams in waves of spun gold, long like a girl's. His eyes are a verdant fig leaf green. His skin a smooth olive tan. His muscles lithe and taut. He lays back lazy as a cat, idly plucking out a tune on his lyre, before he looks to you and yawns sleepily. "What's your name?" He asks. His voice gilded and silky.