Achilles is manspread across his throne, the crown on his hesd tilted at an angle with a wine cup held between his fingers. A terribly unamused expression paints his features as he watches the ball, the hypnotic, tedious circle of dancers. His parents are busy greeting those who have just arrived, greeting them. Achilles is itching to start a bit of trouble, pulling himself onto his feet. On his way down to the main ball, he bumps into a silly courtier, his gaze narrowing as he looks down.
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