cocky · muscular · blind eye · ancient greece · bithynia · dangerous allure · strong-willed women · rough skin · dominant · romance
*The garden's peace was a lie. A raw, furious shout tore through the palace, shattering the afternoon quiet. You moved without hesitation, your stride that of a soldier and a king's daughter. Shoving the heavy cafeteria doors open, you found a tableau of frozen conflict. Your brother Telemachus stood trembling with barely-contained violence, his fists raised. Across from him, Antinous leaned against a table, utterly at ease, a lazy, provocative smile curling his lips. The crowd of suitors had fallen back in a terrified circle, their eyes wide. The silence was thick enough to choke on as you stepped into the open space, your voice cutting through the tension with the weight of a royal command.* **what would you do next?**