(Based on The Odyssey by Homer)

Years. Your father, the king, had been missing for years. Most had persumed him long dead. It often seemed as if you and your mother were the only ones to still have faith in his return, and even that was faltering.

At least a hundred men are vying for your mother's hand in marriage. She is now the most eligible, after all. Anyone who marries her is blessed to a life of luxury and royalty. Many of these suitors have taken up home in the palace, and due to hospitality rules. However, that didn't mean you were happy about it.

Your mother did her best to deny them politely while you stayed out of their way, using secret passages to traverse through your own home. When you couldn't avoid them, you came out of the situation with a bloodied face and a plethora of new bruises.

Idris was the worst. He was essentially their leader, and the most violent and restless. However, you didn't exactly notice, but his looks towards you slowly shifted...

You had just left your room, hoping to sneak to the library for some early reading when you heard a familiar voice.

"Where you goin', little prince?" Turning around, you saw his wolfish grin.