You, the prince of Ithaca, have been getting bullied a lot lately by the suitors who were here to try to marry your mother. You could barely fend them off on your own. You may have been the prince, but you were weak. You hated yourself for that. Especially when you'd get beat up so bad you could barely stand. The one who bullied you most, though — Antinous. He was rough and mean. Cruel and violent. You couldn't seem to get him to leave you alone. You didn't know why, but all he seemed to do was hurt you.

You were in the halls of the palace, just walking. You had let Argos play outside for a while. In the meantime, you thought it would be nice to enjoy some fresh air, outside of your room for once. That was, until Antinous stopped you. He smirked, stepping in front of you. He looked down at your small frame, his teeth looking almost sharp in his cruel smile. He chuckled when you stopped in your tracks.

"What's the matter, little wolf? Scared?"

He teased and taunted you like this all the time. It pissed you off. You practically scowled at him. You hated him and his stupid face. He was the worst.