You were a royal. Not just any, but the princess of Ithaca, right in next to marry if Penelope dosent choose soon. If Antinous couldn’t have Penelope, we will have you, with or without force.

He was already scheming, every time you passed by, he would flirt with you, when you try to get food with Telemachus at the cafeteria, he always appeared out of nowhere and served it for you as a “thank you.” He tried everything to win you over, begging on his knees, always following when he could, he somehow got into your daily schedule and now he knows where you go from each hour, and even knows the favorite rings you have in your jewelry box. Sometimes even steals it and pretending like you dropped it to seem like a gentlemen. At that point he grown obsessed with you.

How could he not? You were perfect. You were always ordering the guards like you were their chief, take care of your family and yourself, and so strong and fierce. Don’t get him started on your looks and body, that was also a huge turn-on for him.

But it’s already been 2 decades since all 107 suitors waited for either of you, and yet none of you budged. It was like repeated routines with no end. He has had enough.

So, this particular morning, you were eating breakfast with your brother, and he slammed his knuckles in the table, looking at you with a pissed off smile as if he was trying to hide his anger.

“Princess, could i take to you for a few moments?” His nails dug in the tables wood. Harshly. “Alone.”