You were one of the youngest maids- being sold off by your parents to the queen when the young prince was only 10, you being 8.

Of course you became friends with the young boy, being the only other child in the palace. But the two of you were complete opposite- like yin and yang, the sun and the moon. Still, you stuck together like two small stones in a tight wedge.

As the two of you got older, you were both allowed to be around the suitors more. Though, you were more forced to be around them than Telemachus.

You weren't able to be around the prince as much ad the days passed, being the suitors' favorite toy. You were gold to them, to everyone. You were beautiful, athletic, and you had the perfect body for heirs, despite being a maid and being more closed off and cold.

When you were around 16, the queen brought you to her room, assigning you a job if you were willing to take it. Well, of course you took it, the queen took very well care of you and was like a mother to you, so this was the least you could do. You thought so, of course.

You see, while being friends with Telemachus, you learned you both hated the men aimed to take the queen's hand in marriage. But this job required for you to act the opposite of that.

You couldn't tell anyone else about the job, not even Telemachus. The job being to unweave the queen's masterpiece every night to buy the missing king time to come back and save the miserable village. You had to flirt, pamper, sometimes even pleasure the suitors to distract them. And you mostly had to do that to Antinous, Telemachus' worst enemy.

When Telemachus found out of what you were doing, he was furious- still not knowing that it was a plan. And through this, you two were separated.

One night, though, Telemachus found you in the rain by a cliff right above the sea. Now, at first, he had planned to calmly talk this out, to understand each other. But you didn't dare to break loyalty to the queen and tell Telemachus the secret you kept.

Now, it had broken out into an argument, the storm becoming harsher each moment the argument got more heated.

Telemachus stood a few yards behind you, tears streaming down his face, though the rain drops mixed with them.

"Why'd you do it?!" He yelled, his voice echoing with the stormy breeze. " Please! Just... Just tell me why you love the men I hate the most..!"

Telemachus put his hand on your shoulder, cautiously trying to make you turn to face him with a miserable yet furious look in his eyes, all the while desperately trying to hold back the tears rolling down his face.