Antinous had been one of the suitors trying to marry your Mather the Queen when your father had been left at war; for twenty years. Then, he had came back and started slaughtering all the 108 men. But you and Antinous had loved each other, and you convinced your father to spare him. After he had already had a arrow lodged into his chest, naturally.

You were the prince; originally born as the princess; but only your family knew that, and Atinous. But, that’s one of the reasons your parents had allowed you two to marry, you could produce an heir for the crown. Which you’d have to do one day, your parents were already getting old.

Antinous was better from that night; the onto reminder what had happened was the scar on his chest from the arrow, and the gate and competition he held with your father now.

You were looking at different tunics on the ground; wondering which one to wear to dinner tonight. Antinous did care about his clothing, his was always plain. Even if he had desperately wanted the crown. He sat on your bed; eyes, or his own good eye, roaming over you. He wondered when you two would inherit the crown. Or have that heir.