Patroclus In Iliad Novels & Stories

Ember stared at him for a few moments as if trying to figure out if he was being serious and yes, he did seem pretty serious and curious about the whole thing. "Oh, this one? It's about Achilles, and Patroclus, his companion. They were also said to be lovers in texts, some say it was just platonic. I personally think they loved each other, if not, nothing would really make sense," Ember explained but she doubted he knew much about exactly the references she was making. But it was alright, it wasn't like he would want to- "Why would it make sense? I want to know what happened to them, you'll tell me if I ask, right?" He asked, a little skeptical as if she doubted her. But she went ahead to sa

Patroclus was a calm man, who never raised his voice, no matter how bad things were, but Charilaus could hear his Father raise it loudly, telling whoever it was that he would not do such a corrupt thing to anyone in such a manner. The other man whose face Charilaus could not see in the darkness of the night said that Patroclus was being silly. For a man like him who knew that Renatus was a city who did not care for anyone except those who struggled to fight for themselves, he was being very stupid in not wanting to take from it. But it all fell on deaf years, for if there was anyone who was full of purity and justice, it was Patroclus. It had been that night when Charilaus returned to his Ch

Almost immediately, a very tall muscular well-built man hopped out of the Benz which made Eileen shift back a little, as the man's appearance was screaming dangerously and confidence in his face, which was so well-built. “Sorry Beta, our Miss was a bit taken back because of their well-built body.” The warrior spoke up so as not to cause any misunderstanding. The man standing in front of her was beta Idris, Alpha Odysseus second in command. “Beta Idris, this is the oldest daughter of our master, Markus Eileen. Please, inform your alpha, that our master entrusted her daughter to him.” Said one of the warriors. Eileen didn't know when a tear streamed down her cheeks, her father wasn't here to s

— My lord wished to honor you with riches, but you rejected them and in a fit of fury he hanged the doctor who had predicted my death. —You know Alex better than anyone. Don’t you? I mean, you've known him since you were little, you guys grew up together. Isn’t it so? — Yes. My father, Amintor was his father's man of trust. We were educated together in the city of Mieza, with Aristotle as a teacher, like other noble boys. — Your real name isn't Patrick. He lets out a laugh. — No. Like my lord’s real name isn’t Alexander Philipides. From a very young age we admired the ancient heroes, my lord had a great inclination towards Achilles and I for Patroclus, Achilles’ best friend. That's where I g