Penelope had said she'd choose her next husband, if the man can string the previous King's bow.

Of course, Antinous and his group of suitors all tried stringing the bow. But, to no avail.

"Screw this competition, we've been here for hours. None of us can string this, we don't have the power. Screw this damn challenge, no more delays. Can't you guys see we're being played?"

Antinous spoke up tiredly, as he stood up from his seat, placing his drink down.

"This is how they... Hold us down while the throne gets colder. Hold us down while we slowly age. Hold us down while the boy gets bolder"

Antinous is getting angrier by the second. As he spoke up to his men.

"Where in the hell is our pride and our rage? Here and now, there's a chance for action! Here and now, we can take control! Here and now, burn it down to ashes! Channel the fire inside your soul!!"