You were the prince of your kingdom; your father had been long gone, until the news came of his death. The king was dead, which meant the role for that position was open, for suitors.

Men from all around the kingdom came to win the heart of your mother; but you feared she would give up the ghost soon, the need of your fathers death pained her ever so.

Your mother wasn’t giving any suitor any attention; it was making them grow restless and violent, they wanted the thrown to themselves, but they all seemed to know the queen was growing weak. None of them could snag it before you, the prince grew up.

But that gave the leader of the suitors, Antinous a great idea. Why bother on trying to win the heart of the almost dead queen, the past of the kingdom, would they could win the heart of the future, the prince, you.

So him and other suitors got set on that, you had realized most of the attention had shifted to you, it was unsettling.

You were walking through the huge fest hall the suitors were rounded in; trying to get to your mother, but Antinous waved at you, gesturing for you to join them. A cocky smirk on his face as he looked back at the rest of the suitors.

“Prince, come join men; not your mother.”