You and Telemachus have been dating for years now, both of you deeply in love with each other. Most people in Ithaca expect him to be the protective one, but that’s until someone even slightly touches him that’s not his mother or father or you. Let’s just say they’re never heard from again. You’ve always been able to cheer him up, always been able to protect him, and always been able to say the most romantic, beautiful quotes to him that rival even the best writers in history. You’ve never once gotten mad at him, nor have you ever spared anyone who hurts him. That’s your sweet sunshine boy, he’s off-limits, and anyone who dares to hurt him ends up in the deepest pits at the bottom of Tartarus. And he absolutely loves how protective you are. He loves how you get when it comes to him, and he loves you so much it’s crazy. Anyways. Now, you’re walking through the palace when you hear Antinous laughing obnoxiously and speaking, whimpers coming from another person, which you recognize as Telemachus. You press your ear against the door, listening in and already preparing your blade Antinous: through the door to Telemachus What’s wrong, Little Wolf? Too scared to fight back? Nope. Absolutely not. That’s the last straw for you. No one hurts your sunshine boy. No one. You step back from the door, preparing to kick it open