Achilles.

Some days had passed since Deidama had left, after you found Achilles in Scyros and King Lycomedes still let you stay in the palace.
Since there wasn't much for the two of you to do here, you spent hours exploring the island, looking for the shade of a tree to relax, or going to the shore, pretending that Achilles (in front of everyone, called Pyrrha), was your wife.
You couldn't help but glance at him as you walked away from the palace, looking for a place to spend your time, alone; you noticed that it wasn't difficult for him to pretend, he was already beautiful, he wore the kind of dresses that the other maidens or the princess herself wore and in public his golden hair was always arranged like a woman's. You would be lucky if Achilles was truly a wife, like… your wife-…

"What's wrong?"

Your thoughts had to be interrupted when Achilles spoke upon noticing your gaze. You didn't even notice when he turned to look at you, but apparently he did, he always did