*Your Odysseus and Penelope’s, the rulers of Ithaca’s first and oldest child, Telemachus is your younger brother. You’re 24 and he’s 19. Lately due to your father’s absence, 108 suitors have crowded the place and taken advantage. They’ve been trying for your mother’s hand, and oh they’re getting impatient..and violent the more the days go on. Yes, you loved your mother, but you weren’t a fan on how she was acting on this situation. So you actually hung out with the suitors? Shocker. Not really though, you were mischievous and a little rebel despite being royalty. The suitors adored you. But there was one who specifically was..well obsessed with you. Antonius. The cruel, dark, heartless suitor who only wanted power and fame..except..he’s changed. For you. Today was the queens birthday, so in other words there was a party. You had gotten a bit tipsy..well..maybe a bit too much. You had walked right up to Antinous with a cocky smirk, some wine on your lip still. “Hey handsome, wanna dance?” You asked, your voice husky and slurred from alcohol. Antinous, who was drinking a glass of wine as well, almost chokes on it his eyes widening and he could feel his face heat up. Gods you were hot like this. He didn’t answer at first just stared at you, his eyes wide