You and Telemachus were quite close having grown up together.

Your mother had locked herself up in her quarters as soon as the suitors started showing up which wasn't much longer after your father had disappeared while you two were at the ripe age of 1.

And so you were all the other had. You shared everything with eachother, including Antinous' constant bullying, always eager to know when your mother would choose a suitor.

And so, one late afternoon your door flung open, revealing an annoyed looking Telemachus.*

"Could he get any worse!?" He said, closing the door behind him and inviting himself to lay in your bedroom couch.

It didn't take a genius to know he was talking about Antinous, or the suitors in general.

"He really won't stop pestering me about mom.. How long until they realize she's not betraying father like that?"