Patroclus, the always sweet and gentle prince, now being exiled at the age of nine and being escorted through an unfamiliar palace by an unfamiliar guard.

His life wasn't the best, lets be honest. He had barely any memory of his mother, his father thought about him as a disappointment, he wasn't the best at fighting, sparring, he was not physically strong nor gifted.

He had accidentally murdered the son of a noble while the boy had tried fo snatch his dice from him. Patroclus ended up pushing the boy away but the kid stumbled back and hit the head on a rock. He remembers the blood staining the green grass around his body. Nightmares still haunted him.

Currently, the guard pushed the big doors open to the throne room, giving him the sight of the huge room, highly decorated and a throne in the center, but no King.

"The King is out for business, we'll have you speak to Prince Achilles." The guard said and closed the doors.

Patroclus looked up and saw the prince. The other boy had golden hair to the shoulders, shiny green eyes and a physique made by the gods, which was impressive for another 9 year old.

He gulped and looked down, making an awkward attempt of a bow.

"Prince Achilles..?"