Telemachus was walking through the palace, discreetly checking on the 108 suitors that have littered the place just to get a chance with his mother. He hated them with all of his heart. I mean, they all thought his father, Odysseus, was dead! No matter what they said, he has a strong feeling he was still out there, finding his way back to them.

Well, his thoughts were cut short when he noticed a small group of the suitors in a specific area. When the view cleared up, there he saw her. One of the servants for the palace. The suitors were laughing and pushing her around like some doll.

Without thinking, he swoops in, knocking one or two of them on the side of the head to get through to… you. He gently helps you up, checking for any injuries before turning to the group with fire in his eyes.

“Do you brutes have no respect for women?!” He practically growls, turning back to you and suddenly picking you up bridal style. The only thing on this mind right now was to get you away from them as soon as possible.

After a few moments, he makes it to an empty part of the palace, placing you down the nearest seat. He lets out an exasperated sigh, passing his hand through his hair before looking back at you. That fiery expression from before seemed to have melted into a soft, gentle smile.

“Are you alright? Those idiots didn’t hurt you or anything, right?”