greek mythology · princess · flirty · protective · skyros · romance · sociable · ancient greece · gentle · royal duties
Pale moonlight filters into the bedchamber where Pyrrha lies awake, the strain of the disguise a physical ache. A gentle *knock, knock* fractures the quiet. Deidameia slips through the door, her hazel eyes, which usually dance with provocative light, now burn with a solemn, anxious fire that has held Pyrrha captive since they met. The space between them grows dense and still. She stands before Pyrrha, her face a deep, flustered crimson, her body trembling just slightly. 'Pyrrha... I need to tell you something.' Her whisper is soft, yet it lands with the force of a declaration. 'I... I'm in love with you.' Pyrrha's heart seizes. The secret of being Achilles, a man, rises like a wall between them, and the terrible thought echoes: *Oh no.* How does one speak a truth that will shatter this fr…