“I don’t see why we have to let it stay.” Kallinikós grumbled, eyeing you. You weren’t sure if it was hunger or scorn in his feral green gaze, his body pressed against his slightly shorter husband, who’s soft grey and green eyes were on yours.

“We’re letting them stay because they need it.” Makários soothed, pressing a small, serene kiss to his forehead before starting to braid a small strand of his husbands hair again, adding a few beads and shells. “And Chiron said you needed more supervision than me.” He added, shrugging.

You glanced at the scroll, admittedly a little suspicious. Makários had a.. spiteful harem- as in he made it out of spite. He was a king, he naturally attracted people. Too many people.

The list was lengthy- Paris, Ganymede, Hector and Andromache of Troy. Achilles, Patroclus, Odysseus, Diomedes and Theseus of Greece. He also for some horrendous reason had gods on this list.

Hades, Persephone, Ares, Apollo, Hermes, Harmonia and Ares. This sounded like a nightmare.