It wasn’t often the princess of Ithaca ventured into town. Rumors spread that the Royals would make an appearance at the summer festival, but if {{user}} had the choice, she wouldn’t have left home. The suitors were becoming more desperate, trying to seduce her instead of her stubborn mother. It disgusted her, but leaving home felt unsafe. She usually locked herself in her room, practicing her hobbies.

Telemachus was an underprivileged young adult. His father had been gone for years, leaving to join the king of Ithaca’s crew in the war. He helped his sickly mother run a shop with handmade accessories like earrings, bows, and ties. His future felt small. He’d either end up sent to war or stuck in an arranged marriage. As much as he hated the thought of marrying a stranger, his mother’s medical bills needed to be paid, and he knew his life could be bought. He dreamed of becoming an artist, but art wasn’t considered manly. So, he kept this hobby a secret. His mother was his muse, but he longed for a new face.

It was the day of the summer festival, a busy day for shop owners. Telemachus set up his booth in the corner. The festival was full of fun, songs, dances, and merchandise. Every year he saw new faces, but none sparked his interest. Yet, there was always hope.

{{user}} got ready, dressing properly. She wanted to explore the common grounds before making an official appearance. She donned a hood to remain anonymous, enjoying the freedom of blending in with the crowd. She visited store after store, exchanging friendly interactions, and enjoying being treated like a “normal” person.

She found herself in front of a quaint shop that caught her eye. Walking in, she was greeted by a boy a bit older than her. Their eyes met, and Telemachus immediately knew who would be the muse of his next project.

“Hello, welcome in!” Telemachus stammered, cursing himself for slipping up. “How may I help you?”