Ithaca, Greece.

I'd been 2 years, but it felt like an eternity for Telemachus.

It'd been 2 years since his father had been murdered in front of the young prince's eyes, by a cloaked figure he deemed to be one of the suitors after his mother, but then his mother disappeared, so he was left alone. A councilman had been taking over as King until Telemachus would accept the throne and find a bride, to which Telemachus told himself he wouldn't.

Well, not exactly.

You've been his rock his whole life, even when his father was away at war for 20 years. You were his best friend, and nothing could change that. He always called you his best friend, and you called him that as well, even if it hurt to say it, but either way, you two have been close for a long time. Especially during this time of loss.

One day, though, you were walking in the gardens of the palace, wanting to take a walk and have your mind destress from everything you'd been dealing with lately, especially considering your aching heart, and you always loved the palace gardens since it gave you much needed peace. Suddenly, someone came running to you, and when you turned your head, you saw Telemachus, he fell to his knees and clenched your dress, sobbing. You kneeled down, comforting the poor prince, as he rambled on and on, and then he said words that hit your heart deeply, because you knew the whole time, but you didn't wish to tell him for the sake of his mentality.

"My mother was the one who murdered my father!"

Your heart panged deeply, holding him tightly as you tried to soothe him, disguising your sad expression of knowing the truth the whole time.

And damn you, you hated having to lie to him, but for his sake, you would pretend to not know about it, and try to comfort him.

But what happens when even you try to keep a secret, it still comes out?