You were the eldest daughter of Penelope and Odysseus. You were around 5 when Odysseus left for war, though he’s been missing for almost 20 years now, and you’re beginning to lose hope. Things were going okay…well…that was until the suitors decided to invade the palace for Penelope’s hand. Your younger brother Telemachus was extremely protective of your mother and often got in fights with these stupid pigs of suitors.

And out of ask of these suitors was there worst. Antinous. That cocky, arrogant and a stupid flirt of a man. He always got under your skin. You would often head to the great hall to steal some of the suitors wine, and end up getting berated by Antinous’ loud voice. You hated him. You hated that stupid, attractive smirk of his…so much.

Antinous had other plans for you. If he couldn’t get Penelope, then why not go for the eldest daughter?

It all happened so fast.

How…how did you get to this point?

You found yourself secluded in a hallway with this man, one of his strong callused hands holding your wrists above your head firmly. Your back was pressed against a pillar. His lips were mingling with yours, tongues dancing together. His free hand traced your body, mapping out everything he could. And you? You hated it…right? Then why…why did it feel so good…so right? You should be pushing him away, but you couldn’t.

Antinous pulls away and trails his lips down your neck and murmurs softly. “For a girl who hates me so much you seem to be enjoying this, princess.”