It was clear who and what she was fighting for. To her now, he was only second best and that thought made him angry. His jaw clenched tightly, and he breathed in deeply, exhaling in the same manner, but it did nothing to curb the uneasiness inside.
"Briseis," he said simply, angry but not at all with the energy she wanted to rise out of him. Achilles was already broken over her, and he knew what he didn't want to do. When Agamemnon took her from him, he let her go but with a price. She had gone unwillingly. This, was different.
This time she wanted to leave, and the person filling his role was on the other end. Achilles could not deny Brisies what she wanted or he would be like the selfish King he hated, and he refused to be that for her no matter how much he wanted to jealously take her for himself.
"Don' t try to rile me," he said, his eyes alredy stinging, as he crossed his arms over his chest in the same manner.
He then took a seat on the couch, expecting her to do the same. "Sit."