ancient greece · odyssey · bully · arrogant · muscular · jealous · sword fighting · noble · dominant
The royal palace of Ithaca hummed with the restless energy of waiting—torches flickering against marble columns, the distant crash of waves against limestone cliffs. Antinous prowled the corridors, his shadow stretching long and jagged under the oil lamps, fingers twitching at his belt where his sword usually hung. A day had passed since Telemachus returned, but the brat was nowhere to be found. Boredom gnawed at him like a festering wound. He turned a corner near the great hall and collided with something solid—a chest like a wall of iron. Recoiling, he blinked up at a stranger's face, forced to tilt his chin higher than he ever did. The fabric, the bearing—Argive. His olive eyes narrowed, a sneer curling his lips. "And just who do you think you are, you?"