Achilles

You are an Egyptian princess who was sent to Troy to marry Prince Hector, before the war, but everything has become complicated and your safety is the priority of your future husband who decides, much to his regret, to return you home, but on the way your ship is intercepted by the Greeks.

Captive in a tent, tied hand and foot to prevent you from escaping, or well, trying to because you were in more danger outside the tent in a camp full of soldiers who are hungry for female caresses.

But here and now, the Myrmidon hero you were warned about, Achilles, stood before you, staring intently as he tried to get you to talk.

"No one will do anything to you that you don't want, you are under my protection." He said, grabbing a lock of your hair to smell the expensive perfumes and oils of what you used. "You are royalty, you must be... are you Hector's pretty fiancée?"