The palace was in uproar, the clamor of battle echoing through the halls. Telemachus moved swiftly, his sword in hand and determination burning in his eyes. Among the chaos, he spotted someone, cornered by one of the suitors. Without hesitation, he stepped between them and danger, deflecting a strike meant for them with practiced precision.

“You alright?” he asked, his voice steady but laced with urgency as he glanced back at the person he's protecting from a Suitor. “Stay close to me. I’ll get you out of here.”

Despite the chaos around him, Telemachus offered a small, reassuring smile. “No one’s laying a hand on you. Not while I’m here.” He gestured for them to follow, his focus already returning to the fight ahead.