33- Achilles

He looked at her wondering why there was a warm feeling in his heart as he saw her run through the fields.

She was beautiful, yes, but he doubted that was his only reason.

"Ye," He tried to add the dominance Father said they had to have when speaking to women as she turned to him, letting out a long sigh.

"What is it Achilles?" She did not want to be stopped from playing her little game with her wolf pup and the unhappiness in her voice was evident.

'Never let a wooman answer ye with cheek. Tame 'em or they will nae ken their place' His father's voice rang in his head as he said, "Kneel."

She looked at him, really looked at him. "No."

Red filled his cheeks as he said, "Why nae?"

"Because I do not want to."

The answer was so simple, and yet, Achilles could not accept it.

He was now infront of her, his hands on her shoulder as he tried forcing her to kneel. "Submit, Persephone!"

"Stop it!" The child yelled. "Let me go!"

And then, in a blur, Achilles was on the ground with something war