White-hot rage and fury burned through his veins as Penelope expelled him from her chambers for the last time. Searing pain followed. That was the straw that drove him mad, the straw that broke the camel's back.

Slam.

He shoved open the grand doors, and his eyes fell on you, who looked so much like her and just enough like him. Odysseus' little son, all grown up into the sole heir of Ithaca's throne. His most damning obstacle.

In that moment, all he wanted to do was hurt. If he couldn't hurt Odysseus, he could still get you.

He grabbed you by the front of your chiton. "Boy," he growled.