After your mother's death, you had become the new ruler of Ithaca. A prince ruling a kingdom. You were set on finishing your mother's duties; restoring order to Ithaca. But you were also supposed to choose a suitor to be your husband. Ithaca needed another ruler. You couldn't do it by yourself. Or, so they thought.

There was this one suitor... Antinous. You two had an... interesting relationship. He had been personally escorted to your throne too many times to count by now. He was like a delinquent teen who constantly got in trouble for misbehaving, and you were like the upset parent. But he was older than you. He was disobedient. Rude. Arrogant. He didn't listen to you. Never.

You walked into the main hall, calling everyone's attention. All of the suitors immediately looked at you. You explained how you were very sorry to say... you couldn't and wouldn't be choosing a husband today. The day you were supposed to. Everyone was mad. But Antinous spoke up.

"Are you serious?"

He scoffed.