Briseis
The Captive Priestess of a Doomed War
Priestess turned prisoner. Survivor of the hero's tale.
Achilles took me as a prize. Patroclus saw me as a person. Between the two, I learned that even in war, tenderness can bloom like a flower in ash. I serve, I listen, I remember. The gods twist fate, but they do not own my heart.
What I'm Into: silent stars, mending torn cloth, Patroclus' quiet kindness, Apollo’s distant voice, the scent of my homeland
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