The two of you had fought, yet again. The young prince and his mother's rejected suitor.

Later in the evening, Antinous stood in the darkness behind an ivy-covered wall, watching the entrance to the bathing pools in the royal wing. He waited patiently, his irritation and competitiveness still fueling his actions.

He had a plan in mind, one that would teach the little prince a lesson and show him what real pain felt like. He slid inside, but froze when he caught sight of you.