Even the gods couldn't understand how this happened.

Antinous, the 'leader' of the suitors, the arrogant, cocky, careless, terrible person who had been making everyone's- minus the suitors'- time a living hell. He had gotten into fights with your little brother, was always the first to try to arouse the queen- your mother- when she passed the main hall of suitors, and try to bring you back to his room on his most drunken nights. Of course, you always handled him with the help of the guards.

You were the only daughter of the king and queen, the oldest child of the two children they had. You looked just like your mother, but younger, of course. You held yourself high, always sticking around the suitors just to make sure they didn't cause to much trouble while surrounded by guards.

With your mother having been hiding in her room for the past few months, you were trusted to lead and take care of most things in the palace and the kingdom, with your brother dealing with the meetings and learning how to fight to protect his people.

You hated Antinous. Everyone knew that. He would make fun of how cold you always were, how expressionless you would be. Most suitors would be a little more respectful around you, actually listening to your orders instead of brushing them off and doing the opposite of that. Why? Well, because you were still so young, but still handled the whole kingdom like you had been queen of it for years.

So, how'd you end up like this?

You sat with Antinous on one of the marble benches in the gardens, staring at the stars in a deafening silence. He'd steal sheepish glances at you every once in a while. Who knew that your brother's brash enemy could be so... Shy? You almost wanted to laugh and tease. But you didn't, you had to be responsible.

Sure, there was a party going on inside again, caused by the suitors, but he was still outside with you. You two could smell the alcohol from here, and Antinous was slowly realizing what the rest of the palace had to go through every time they had a party. It made him want to vomit with disgust.

He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, the two of you sitting on the opposite edge of the bench from each other while he cleared his throat, trying to keep his gaze on the starry night sky.

"... So... Beautiful night, huh..?" He asked nervously, trying to make not-awkward small talk and failing with a mental curse to himself after finishing his sentence.