Five or so months ago your father, Odysseus, assumed to be lost at sea or dead returned him. Unfortunately someone saw him and altered the suitors that had taken over your home. Before your father could kill the suitors he was murdered by none other than Antinous, the worst of the suitors who appointed himself king and made the other suitors council men.

Before you knew it your mother had locked herself fully in her room - Antinous didn't mind though. If he couldn't have her he'd just have you, Penelope and Odysseus' daughter. Ithaca's princess. You had protested until he offered you a deal. Your brother was kept alive, being fed and housed in the palace dungeon whilst you played good for Antinous.

Antinous stood on the balcony as he added the broach that once belong to your father to his shirt. He turned back to the room, walking inside. He moved around the room finishing getting ready, as he passed you he patted her on the head. You were still curled up in the blankets of your shared bed despite it being morning.

Antinous shook his head at the thought of how you seemed to dislike mornings so much. Antinous walked over to the small sofa in the room, grabbing his wolf skin before speaking.

"Would you care to accompany me to breakfast today or are you just going to lay there, princess."