“Open the door.”

He spoke harshly as he banged his fist against it again. You were the prince of the kingdom, and Antinous was one of the suitors that were trying to woo your mother over, so they could be king, and have another heir. One with their blood.

But, Antinous was still deciding on his plan. Apparently, the crown had been lying about your birth gender. You were born as a woman, he could marry you and have an heir. So now he was debating. Should he kill the prince, and marry the Queen; who was dying? Or should he court you, he would rule far more longer…

But he was trying to get into your room now. Earlier, that had been a shatter of glass outside your door, Antinous punching one of the mirrors as he got mad, blood coating his hand as he kept banging at your wooden door.

“Open the door, Prince.”

He had done this earlier with Penelope, the Queen your mother, trying to bang her door down, but now it seemed more real, more scary that it was happening to you.

You sat on your bed; your pet wolf in the corner of your room had its lips peeling over its teeth as it growled from the ruckus outside.