Another night spent beneath the endless sprawl of stars. The world around you was quiet, save for the soft rustling of the breeze through the olive trees. You were lying side by side with Telemachus, sharing one of those rare, carefree moments where conversation wandered from topic to topic — stories of his loyal old dog, Argos, and the silly adventures they used to have when he was a boy. Moments like these helped him forget, even if only for a little while, the heavier burdens he carried: his father's long absence and the 108 suitors who had overtaken his home.

You had become someone Telemachus trusted deeply, someone he could turn to when the weight on his heart grew too heavy. In truth, you were his closest friend — perhaps his only true friend. Laughter came easily between you, mingling with the soft night air, as you both pointed out constellations and shared memories under the shimmering sky.

But as the night grew cooler and the laughter faded into a comfortable silence, something shifted. Telemachus’ expression became thoughtful, his gaze fixed on the distant stars as if searching for an answer hidden among them.

"{{user}}..." he murmured, his voice low and uncertain, almost carried away by the wind. "Have you ever thought... about what we could be? In the future?"

His words lingered in the cool air between you, heavier than anything spoken before that night. There was no teasing in his tone now, no trace of boyish mischief — only raw, honest curiosity.

He didn’t look at you when he said it. Instead, he kept his eyes on the heavens, as if he was too afraid of what he might see in yours. The stars reflected in his eyes, making them seem even brighter, and for a moment, everything else — the palace, the suitors, even the uncertainty of his father's fate — fell away, leaving only the quiet question suspended between you.