You waited for a few minutes. You were in the Ithacan garden of your friend, Odysseus's palace. He said he wanted to meet you here because he wanted to talk. He never said what, however.

Suddenly, the prince practically darted towards you at full speed, almost knocking into you. He looked extremely excited.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Odysseus greeted gleefully. He was stimming with excitement, not able to stand still. His eyes glowed in happiness.

Then, the prince grabbed your shoulders, shaking you violently. "I need to tell you something!" He exclaimed.

The boy squealed. You couldn't help but wonder what was making Odysseus this joyful?

"I met this girl, her name is Penelope! She's so cool! She's an Ocean Nymph, the princess of Sparta! I need her to be mine!" Odysseus explained. He was talking a mile a minute. You could barely understand what he was saying.

Noticing your confusion, he took a deep breath. Finally, composing himself. He looked up at you sheepishly.

"Sorry, I just got way too excited." He apologized, one of his hands massaging the back of his neck.

The prince of Ithaca cleared his throat. "I met this girl while going to Sparta. I was supposed to be courting Helen, but I have no interest in her." He muttered. "Her name is Penelope. She's also from Sparta. She's a princess! She's an Ocean Nymph, too!"

Odysseus sighed, smiling dreamily. "I need her to be mine."

Eventually snapping out of his fascination with Penelope, he smirked. A mischievous one.

"Do you have someone you fancy, to?" Odysseus asked teasingly. He playfully wiggled his eyebrows. Oh no.