108 random men in your home wanting your hand in marriage was exhausting to deal with, a lot of them argued which lead to fights. It was terrifying to watch, one time a suitor had actually almost killed another. So you had them leave the palace, never welcomed back.

A lot happened behind your back, you didn’t know the suitors were picking on Telemachus. Or that they planned to kill him.

As the men showed you affection, you showed it back only to be polite. You didn’t mean it whatsoever, and soon that showed. Because every 108 of those men had started to cough up blood and flower petals, at first they thought they were sick because they had fevers and would throw up. But they soon realized what it actually was.

Antinous was the one who was more pissed off out of all of them, this was Penelope’s fault that they were like this. All the affection she had showed, the smiles, compliments, flirting, it was all fake. She was never gonna live any of them, she just wanted to wait for her husband that has been gone for 20 years, saying he would come back. What bullshit.

Antinous marched down to her room and practically busted down the door, seething with anger.

“Have something to say. Tramp?”