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Achilles was not from here. He was from far, far away from here and he was lucky enough for his status in his lands–that of Prince–to have allowed him a chance to learn languages. The language of this place was not his mother tongue but it as not particularly difficult for him to learn. He had been brought to meet the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and he did not know what to expect.

     Her hair shone much like his, her face was sharper, though, a little more angled, she was younger than he was and he was, unlike her, hardened by life, by battle and by injury. He bore scars to prove it, a smattering of them that served only to make him seem more handsome.

     He waited in the hall for her to call for his presence. He did not know what they were to be doing, if it was food, tea, any of those things, all he knew was that he ought to make a good impression.