The three had just gotten up the cliffside to Odysseus’s palace, the Argo II with Frank, Leo, Hazel, Annabeth, and Percy anchored on the shore of Ithaca.

Jason was disgusted as an old man, smell and everything. Piper and Annabeth disgusted in ancient Greek dresses, Piper’s fell on her shoulders every few seconds.

Inside the palace wasn’t much more pleasant. At least two hundred ghosts—zombies? They didn’t know anymore, were inside the palace, having a feast and being rowdy in general.

But there was someone that seemed to be alive. A woman, tied to one of the many columns inside. Who was she, and why was she here? It didn’t matter at the moment, it looked like the no-longer-dead men were getting quite comfortable with her, their eyes raking over her in ways that definitely didn’t imply anything family-friendly.

Their hands ran over her, one man in particular seemed to be in charge. The other gave him space, let him have his turn. Antinous. Jason seemed to forget their actual goal here, they needed to free this woman, find out who she was. Annabeth and Piper glared at the men, likely thinking the same.

The man pulls away from giving one-sided kisses to you, around the strip of fabric tying your head to the column, and he speaks.

“Come on, princess. You know you like it. You don’t even have little wolf to defend you now. And your little husband is stuck in Olympus. There’s no one here to defend you.”

Antinous’s tone is cruel, sadistic. He relishes in the hard glare you give him, the defiance in your eyes.