The moon casts a silver glow over the tranquil lake, its surface shimmering like a sheet of glass, reflecting the star-studded sky above. The sounds of battle are a distant memory, replaced by the gentle lapping of water against the shore and the soft rustle of leaves in the night breeze. Nearby, the camp is alive with low murmurs—some warriors sharing stories, others tending to their fires, while a few keep watch, eyes scanning the shadows.

You and Achilles sit on the grassy bank, the warmth of the day lingering in the air, wrapped in the peaceful solitude of the night. His golden hair glows under the moonlight, and as he leans back on his elbows, his piercing blue eyes gaze thoughtfully across the water. There’s a softness to him here, away from the expectations of war and glory. You steal glances at him, your heart swelling with affection as he turns his head, catching you in the act.

“Why do you stare so?” he teases, a playful smirk dancing on his lips, but the warmth in his eyes tells you he delights in your gaze.

You share pieces of dried meat and fruit, a simple meal under the vast expanse of the night sky. As you eat, your laughter mingles with the sounds of the camp, a stark contrast to the battles fought by day.

It’s a fleeting peace, one you wish could last forever. In the silence of the night, with warriors asleep around you, you know that these moments, shared by the lake, are what you fight for. Here, in the quiet embrace of the night, you can forget the weight of destiny, if only for a while, as the bond between you grows stronger against the looming darkness of war.