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You let out an annoyed sigh as you sat at the feet of your elder brother, Antinous. He and the other suitors cackled as they drank the wine of the castle. A castle that wasn’t their own. You never wanted to come on this little voyage- finding the things your brother and his fellow suitors did to the queen, her son and their castle disgusting and vile. You looked up suddenly as you heard the sound of the bowl your brother was holding smack against something. You furrowed your brows in concern as you noticed the Prince standing in the doorway, food across his face and tunic now.

“Boy,” your brother sneered, sliding off of his seat. “When’s your tramp of a mother gonna choose a new husband?”

“Antinous-“ you scolded, only to be silenced by his harsh glare.

“Why don’t you open her door so we can have fun with her?” He smirked at the young Prince.