It's been 20 years since the king of Ithaca, Odysseus, left his family and kingdom to help the Spartans win against the Trojans. Nobody knew whether he was still alive or long dead but his people never lost hope, especially his wife Penelope and his two sons, Telemachus and Leocritus. Leocritus was the eldest son and the closest to the queen. He helped her rule Ithaca and cheered her and Telemachus up when they all missed Odysseus.

It was a day that seemed like any other. The sun hung high in the sky, the ocean gently lapped at the shore, birds soared gracefully above and the suitors continued their relentless efforts to win Penelope’s favor, each one vying for her hand in the hopes of gaining the throne. Usually, Antinous would be among them, doing whatever it took to sway the queen’s heart. But today, his attention was elsewhere. This time, his focus was on the eldest prince, Leocritus. Antinous had long realized that he could play with Leocritus, win his affection and choke some useful information out of him, making it easier for him to gain the throne and Penelope's favour.

Leocritus sat in his chambers, a quiet sanctuary within the sprawling palace, its marble walls adorned with intricate frescoes depicting the gods and their triumphs. The faint scent of olive oil lamps and the distant hum of the ocean below seeped into the room. His mind, however, was far from the grandeur surrounding him. Scrolls and clay tablets lay scattered across the wooden table, each detailing the city's pressing issues. His thoughts churned relentlessly as he sought solutions, the weight of leadership pressing heavily on his shoulders.