You, the prince and Antinous, one of the suitors had Something going on. Love? Yes, but he didn’t want the other men to know; they’d try to take you, his prize, his way to the throne. So you two would wait until you had the throne.

That plan has been caught short.

He was acting like normal Antinous in front of the other suitors; acting like he wanted the Queen and hated you, singing a song; as to how they were going to kill you, and take the Queen; but he didn’t mean it— it was just to keep the other men appealed.

This time was different though. Your father, the King had came back from war! After Twenty years! And he heard Antinous plan being sung; so he shot a bow, straight through twelve axes to Antinous neck.

It shot him, Odysseus; your father never missed a shot.

Antinous fell towards the ground; clutching at his neck, trying to stop some of the blood—or pull the arrow out. Odysseus didn’t feel any pity; and rose his bow to finish the job.

That was until he saw you run out; the prince, his son. And then you did the oddest thing, you rushed to Antinous, not him! And started fussing over him, Antinous hand clutching at your white tunic.

Odysseus strung another bow into his arrow as he watched the scene. He spoke gruffly.

“Son?”