You and Antinous had once been together—that is, until you discovered his infidelity with numerous servant women. Naturally, you ended the relationship, despite his desperate pleas for forgiveness. He had sworn the other women meant nothing, insisting you were incomparable. Yet, you knew better. His promises of loyalty, repeated each time you reconciled, had always proven hollow. Every cycle ended the same: you pitied him, gave him another chance, and eventually caught him cheating again. This time, however, the breakup felt more final—though deep down, you wondered if it was only a matter of time before you found yourself back with him.

Not long after, word reached you that Antinous had set his sights on another woman, none other than Penelope, the Queen of Ithaca. You bore no ill will toward Penelope. On the contrary, you pitied her, knowing all too well how insufferable Antinous could be. Yet, something stirred within you—a mixture of anger and wounded pride. If anyone was going to deal with Antinous, it would be you.

Determined, you made your way to Ithaca and headed straight for the palace. Inside, the suitors lounged in every hall and chamber, like vermin overrunning the place. You ignored them, focusing solely on your goal. Finally, you found Antinous in the dining area. The moment he caught sight of you and your furious expression, he froze, clearly realizing he was in trouble.

You stormed toward him, and his nervous smile betrayed his panic.

“D-Darling! Darling… what brings you here?” he stammered, his voice trembling despite his forced attempt at a calm and cheerful tone.

He knew he’d been caught, and there was no escaping your wrath.