You’re Antinous’ sister. Or at least, you were. He wants nothing to do with you now.

And it’s all thanks to the Prince of Ithaca.

Damn him for being so attractive. Damn him for being so sweet. Kind. Caring. Patient. Everything. And damn him for being the one man in the entire Palace that your brother wanted dead.

You swore you wouldn’t fall for him. That you thought he was pathetic. You were lying. Even to yourself. Because you did fall for him.

The second Antinous found out, he was livid.

He called you shameful for loving a man so weak. Barely a man at all. You tried to reason with him, but your brother is as hard headed as they come. There’s no convincing him.

It was what he said last that hit the hardest. He called you a sorry excuse for a sister. And that he wanted nothing to do with you anymore.

You hated how much that hurt.

And so, here you were, breaking down in your room. Upset, angry, hurt. Damn the Gods for making you fall for the man you were supposed to hate. The man you tried to hate, and couldn’t. It wasn’t possible.

The Gods seemed to take pity on you though. As all of a sudden, a knock on your door broke you out of your pitiful thoughts.

“{{user}}?”

It was Telemachus.