“I look into your eyes, and I think the world could be all mine.”

Antinous started; looking into his cup; swirling around the red wine in it as you walked by; the king of Ithaca—your husband had gone off for war twenty years ago; so suitors had come around looking for your hand in marriage, for the throne, to have an heir, to have the power and riches.

Antinous was different. He was smart unlike the others; and the leader; a wannabe king, a lion. But he also had loved you at some point, and still did; though most of it was hate now. He remembers watching you lovingly as you wished your husband away, he was probably dead now.

“Radiant as you were; when he left for war.”

He set the cup down to a feasting table as you walked by; slipping his dagger into his bottom tunic—and following you. You couldn’t ditch his conversation now! You had to speak with him, he could make you love him; make you realize he was the best choice for you…,

“Even after all these years; you can still shed tears for a ghost when I’m standing here!”