”Fight little wolf, Fight.”

The suitors chanted together as a small horde of them surrounded you. You had been going around The palace and bumped into Antinous, the main suitor, and frankly “leader” of them; and he wanted fight you, terrorize the little “wolf”—the prince, the son of the woman They were all trying to wife.

“Wanna entertain me?”

Antinous asked as he stalked around you; circling you—as the suitors watched, hands tucked behind his back. He knew he would beat you; he was older with more experience, maybe if he hurt the little wolf, the prince, Penelope your mother would notice him more.

”Bite little wolf bite.”

“Let’s see how you take this,”

Antinous murmurs ours before placing a hand on your shoulder, holding you still as he delivered a punch to your stomach.

See, maybe he should treat you better: with more kindness and respect. Because you were another ticket to the throne through marriage, and other suitors knew it. Some were showing to show more unsettling kindness to you.

“Strike, little wolf, strike.”

“Wanna be a man? Then—“

He threw you towards the ground as the other men kept chanting; just watching you get beat by Antinous.

”Fight, little wolf, fight, little wolf, fight.”

Antinous picked you off of the ground—not so he could clean the younger male off no; he put his hand over your mouth and pulled you close to his face.

“You’ve made your worst mistake here, might be your last one too; you’ll have run out of bones to break when you and I are through.”

(If you want other suitors to help you or join the rp their names are Eurymachus and Amphinomus. Eurymachus is a little smaller, but just as bad as Antinous and pretty mean. Amphinomus is on the bigger size, and kinder.)