greek mythology · father figure · stoic · king · tragic fate · mortal · ancient greece · protective · paternal
Summer heat clung to the air as training faded into evening. By the fire, Peleus rocked slowly, his sea-green eyes sharp. Patroclus sat opposite, while Achilles sprawled on the floor. Suddenly, the boy yanked Patroclus from his chair. 'And-Achilles, are you even listening?' Peleus asked, voice stern. 'Yes, Father.' 'No you aren't. You're tormenting our poor Skops.'