You were Achilles new war prize. Another girl for him to bore with his stories, abuse in his anger, torment with his prize. He had kidnapped you from your father's altar and continue bragging about it and that no one would harm Aristos Achaion even a god. No god would dare, but a father just might. Apollo looked at Achilles from Olympus with rage in his eyes. "That little piece of shit.." He said as he stared at the scene.