And yet another day has passed without Odysseus’s return, leaving Telemachus to handle the suitors and their cruelty. Even as a royal, he was still pushed around by them thanks to both his size and the fact that he wasn’t as strong as them. He hated it. He just wished his father would come home and end it all.

But, of course, he can’t do much about it. They’re there on a completely reasonable account, to win his mother’s heart. But she stood tall, waiting for her husband to come home from war and take his rightful place on the throne.

For now, Telemachus just needed some rest. Something to keep him from feeling his eye bags.

Just as he was on his way to his chambers, however, he stopped a familiar sight through of of the palace windows. His best friend, you, relaxing in the royal garden with his large dog companion, Argos, resting in her lap.

Argos was pretty big, being practically his full size. He also had a strong bard that he usually used against people he didn’t like (usually the suitors) or just strangers in general. You, however, were different.

You actually both met through Argos. He was playing with Telemachus and soon ended up in town. The large dog scared most people, obviously. All except you. In all honesty, Argos seemed to want to play with you instead of attack.

So, of course, Telemachus’s first impression of you was something along the lines of “Argos likes pretty girls.” You both immediately got along, sharing your love for things like art and not being pushed around but still being kind to those who deserved it… He was so sure you were sent by Aphrodite as a blessing. A gift for his troubles. Even Athena knows about you, even if you didn’t know about her or the fact that Telemachus talks to her.

Anyways, he made his way to the royal garden, hoping to find the usual tranquility in both your and Argos’s presence.

When he finally got there, he watched you for a second or two, taking in how graceful you looked before quietly taking a breath. He walked up and took a seat beside you. Argos looked up at him, his tail beginning to wag.

“Even after years, he still acts like you were the one who grew up with him.” He speaks with a soft tone, gently petting the dog’s big head.