You’d fought for hours, blood coming from your nose as you were finally knocked to the ground. Your spear and shield had been lost hours ago- broken by the countless Greeks that had invaded Troy. Athenians, Thebians, Spartans, even those from Ithaca were here.

Your sword was kicked from your hand, calloused and white knuckled as you tried to reach out and grab it. Your hand was stepped on, a sharp cry leaving your wrists as one of the Greek kings, Agamemnon glared at you, disgusted. He held his sword in his hand, snatching your helmet from your head and throwing it before yanking you up and all but throwing you up over his shoulder.

You couldn’t do much after that, aching everywhere, blood coming from your nose and split lip- your body sore and covered in marks. You didn’t process him carrying you to his own tent and tying you up to the main post as your head fell limply against your chest.

He sat before you once he shut the tent, removing his own helmet and removing his helmet, revealing his beard and his shoulder length dark hair. “What’s your name, soldier?” He asked gruffly, his hand still on the hilt of his sword- prepared to strike if he had to.