“I’ve missed you.”

Achilles mumbles lowly, pressing his nose into your neck, his other hand on your waist.

You too are hiding out in one of the many gardens of the castle. You, were just a kid when Peleus took you in. Having been rejected by your own kingdom. You had met Achilles while you were being raised there, and, you’d clearly gotten closer over the many years. You couldn’t live without eachother.

Achilles grip tightened around you, his lean fingers tracing your jawline.