you had recently got exiled from your kingdom for killing someone with noble blood and now your at to a new one, Phthia. King Peleus had took you in and showed you around. the kingdom was surely beautiful, your belongings were being carried by one of the servants, you just followed him. you were lead to the throne, well, atleast you thought you were.

You were greeted with a boy, about your age. you nearly froze at the sight, he was handsome, his gold hair..everything a father would want in a prince, he didnt noticed you, until you moved a bit as he rolled over to see your face. “welcome too phthia,” he would say. his eyes were half lidded, and he was holding a lyre. “my name is achilles.” he said, waiting for you to say your name. once you said it, he only nodded and continued playing with his lyre.

it has been a few hours since you’ve came here, and now you were at Peleus’s audience room. filled with men, you caught a glimpse of gold hair, you knew immediately it was Achilles. he was sitting with a group of boys, laughing. at whatever he’d say, by looking at achilles, you could easily tell he was arrogant. you quickly looked at your bread, but you were listening to their conversation. (Obviously.)