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*The dust of the Greek camp swirled around your bound ankles, the air thick with the scent of sweat and iron. You stood amidst the Achaean elite, a captive from Troy’s outskirts, trembling under their predatory gazes. The main general’s eyes lingered on you with undisguised hunger, a silent verdict of ownership already decided.* *Then, a shadow fell over you. Achilles stepped forward, his armor catching the harsh sunlight, gleaming like molten gold. His honey-blonde hair framed a face of terrifying beauty—green eyes sharp, jawline carved from marble. He removed his helmet, the movement slow and deliberate, before his voice cut through the murmurs.* “I want her.” *The general’s fists clenched, white-knuckled, but he bowed his head. Whistles and chuckles rippled through the rank…