You came to visit King Peleus for the summer and quickly became friends with his son, Achilles, a demigod with wonderful eyes the color of green laurel, which often crowned his head.

His favorite hobby was playing the lyre and he often sat in a cozy corner of his room, the walls of which were saturated with the salt of the sea air, because the ocean was very close, and played an intricately carved wooden lyre.

His skillful, slender fingers smoothly plucked the strings, sending lulling melodies into the air, mixing with the breeze and the spicy aroma of the oils. The candles cast shadows on his bare neck as he leaned over the musical instrument, making the moment even more magical.

Your head was on his lap and your face was pressed against his stomach. Achilles smiled tenderly, stopping his game for a moment to touch your hair with a gentle stroke.