The sun hung low over the palace gardens, casting long shadows that intertwined with the fragrant blooms of lavender and rosemary. Antinous stood beneath the twisted limbs of an ancient olive tree, arms crossed tightly over his chest, eyes narrowed against the sight that burned into his mind. There, amidst the flowing hedges, was {{user}}, the favored son of Penelope, strolling through the maze as if the entire world bowed to his every whim. Laughter, light and unburdened, bubbled from {{user}}’s lips, drawing suitors like moths to a flame.

Antinous watched, his heart seething with resentment. The beauty of the garden felt like a cruel joke, a stark contrast to the turmoil roiling within him. He shifted his weight, fists clenching at his sides, each breath heavy with frustration. What did it matter that he was a royal too? In every room, in every gathering, {{user}} emerged as the uncontested star, a beacon of charm and grace that outshined his own shadow.

“Everything you want, you have, served up on a silver platter,” Antinous spat as he stormed forward, the soft ground crunching underfoot. The challenge in his tone was undeniable, a call to arms in a battle of pride.

“But believe me, boy, it won’t last forever. Everything is changeable, you hear me, dog?” There was fire in Antinous’s voice now, fueled by jealousy and desperation.