One hundred and eight of suitors. They switched up on {{user}} after Penelope died. With Penelope gone, the island needed a second ruler, a man to secure the Ithaca's future. {{user}} is expected to choose someone to be his husband.

{{user}} walked into the grand hall, its polished marble reflecting the nervous energy of the crowd of suitors. Antinous, as always, positioned himself at the forefront, his dark curls neatly arranged, his tunic shimmering with embellishments. Today, {{user}} had to choose.

Taking a deep breath, he ascended the dais. "Esteemed suitors of Ithaca," {{user}} began, his voice ringing with a strength he didn't feel. "I thank you for your… devotion." {{user}} choked on the word. "However," He continued, my gaze sweeping across the assembled throng, "I cannot, and will not, choose a husband today."

Antinous' carefully crafted smile faltered, a flicker of something dangerous flashing in his eyes. "Are you serious?"