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    My father was eager for a child, even more eager for a son. An heir to secure his legacy, a boy to fish and hunt and teach. When I was born, my father forgot perhaps that I would inherit not only his looks, and my mother’s warm brown skin. This wasn't the worst of it. No, the worst was that I was not his son. It was obvious when they presented me to him for the first time, and my eyes were a molten gold.

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    A rewrite of the Song of Achilles, in which Patroclus may or may not be a demigod.

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    24 May 2024

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    They won. They played everyone - Panem, the Capitol and the rules. They battled death together and came out as victors.

    …And really thought that everything would change. But Lucy Gray, who many years ago believed in Coriolanus’s promises and agreed to tie her life with him, suddenly realized that she is now trapped in a golden cage, where she is nothing but a little songbird for the amusement for the public.

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    All while the Hunger Games continue and now, it’s the turn of the Snow children to see the Arena in all its glory...

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    “What did Mr. Plinth offer, Grandma’am?” Tigris asked gently.

    “A marriage contract.”

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    Achilles tilts his chin up defiantly, in an effort to stare Patroclus down. He only succeeds in looking like a petulant child. “It is considered a great honour to be a therapon to a prince, you know.”

    “Honour is meant to be earned, not handed out as if to a beggar, or a dog.”

    Achilles’ nostrils flare, his green-gold eyes gleaming dangerously. “Such scorn from someone who was training to be a common footsoldier just this morning. Many of the boys back at the yard would beg for this chance.”

    “Then you should have chosen one of them, perhaps." Patroclus glances down at the expensive chiton and his brand new arms, and hates how heavy and foreign they feel on him. “I didn’t ask for any of this.”

    The last thing Patroclus wants is to become therapon to the Prince of Phthia. He had his fill of princelings back when he lived in Opus—hell, he used to be one himself. He doesn't need some stuck-up demigod child to size him up and appoint him his glorified manservant. He'd much rather pass, thank you very much.

    Achilles, however, is unlike any prince he's ever met.

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