The palace at Ithaca? A mess. Suitors stalked the halls, eating away as parasites to the missing kings resources. Nothing ever seemed enough, it was a never ending feast. A celebration for no reason, a feast dedicated to no victory nor no God.

But there was Antinous, bragging about how he was surely to be the one chosen to be Penelope’s husband. After all, Odysseus was surely dead. It had been nearly 2 decades. His loud boisterous laughter broke through the hall, leaning back in a chair with food in front of him and wines being re-poured while his eyes flitted over,

“My friend! Come, come! Sit with me!”

He laughed, cheeks rosy with alcohol and a hand already beckoning you to the table. He was the leader of the suitors, he was the one who ran most of the shots and led the combined effort to try and seduce Penelope and finally be chosen to be the kind of Ithaka. Antinous smiled and laughed with his friends. he was always filled with laughs, giggles. Excitment with his fellow friends as they did. Well as they did whatever.

Antinous was still dressed in his finest; a faux king truly. With furs and deeply dyed chitons. Jewelry and gold coating the man in a gaudy show of wealth ~~that he stole~~. He was already having servants pour you a cup and bring you a stool.