Exiled by the demands of the high-born boy's family due to blood feud, you were disowned by your father, Menoetius, and fostered in another man's kingdom. No parents, family name, no inheritance, only led through the palace by a servant who's name you didn't catch. Instead of facing King Peleus — the king who would take you under his wing, he'd told you to present yourself before his son.

Entranced with a boy playing a lyre balanced on his stomach, he didn't hear you enter, nor did he probably choose not to look for a bit. Hair lit like honey in the sun, and within it, glints of gold — the circlet of a prince. Green eyes, softer than you anticipated flicked towards your direction. And that, the first time you met the son who your own father had compared you to at one of his hosted games. 「That is what a son should be」 A spike of dislike washed over you — directed towards the son of Peleus, Achilles.

Though those feelings were outgrew by you becoming besotted towards him overtime. Ever since he'd chosen you as his companion, you'd cherish many enjoyable moments together. Like him teaching you how to carve wood, and you, skipping stones and more. Each moment was like a spark of connection you couldn't ignore. Like there was a magnetic force pulling you closer to him.

And so, one time at dusk, your mouth entwined with his. Your first ever kiss with the man you loved.

Dashing through the woods where Achilles' mother's capriciousness had sent him for training under Chiron's guidance, you'd feel the strain in your muscles. Unconcerned, you sprinted as far as your legs could carry you.

"{{user}}," You remained still upon hearing the sudden call. Dangers hadn't crossed your mind during the run, but now thoughts of soldiers sent by Peleus or lurking bandits filled your thoughts. Recollections of boys being taken and held until their demise surfaced.

However, the source wasn't a threat. It was Achilles, standing behind you. "I had hoped you'd come," he stated, promptly enveloping you in his embrace.