You’re Patroclus.

You were honest to a fault—a character trait that cost you your title as prince, son of Menoetius. After confessing to the shocking crime of accidentally killing a boy of another kingdom, you were sent away by your father to Peleus, king of Phthia.

He immediately put you with all the boys training to become soldiers. However, you were small and weak and never performed quite as well at training as the other boys.

One day, you’re hiding in a storage closet, hoping to escape the other young men, when Achilles enters. You had only seen him a few times before, but you remember disctinctly his golden curls and olive skin.

“My father has been looking for you. He’s considering a punishment for skipping training.“

You notice his voice is smooth, almost cold.