I Promised Patroclus

How did it come to this? I should have known that the gift of an ugly god would become your beauty’s curse. I regret the moment I let you convince me to don my armor. But there was a fire in your eyes I could not refuse. A passion made your words flutter like restless birds. I was never one to argue with that passion. And now, here you are. Lying in my arms as you always used to on...