Date: 2012-03-26 08:07 am (UTC)
She stood like a queen would to a king. She treated him royally. The clamor of men shuffling to their knees put the sense of pride in himself that while always present, was pushed aside in this new life. Arrogance came with a price, he knew that, but right now there was no other feeling that being their master and commander.

Erato's promise was enough but she requested more. "I was no father in the past." He'd hardly known anything more about Neoptolemus other than the fact that he was growing in his mother's womb. He had no thought of him before his death. Achilles was in no way a father, but her rush of energy made it difficult to say no. "I'm hardly one now," he whispered into her ear. An heir was what any war hero wanted. It guaranteed success.
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