“Mom—I really don’t want to do this, do I have to?”, the prince groaned, “I look ridiculous in this.”

The small but ever so much saying look from his mother shut the young prince up, the pout still not leaving his face, though.

“Can’t I at least wear something else? You know I don’t like suits.”

“Telemachus, you’re perhaps finding your future wife today, we can’t have you looking like a commoner.” The queen of Ithaca ruffled the boy’s hair with a grin playing on her lips, making it look like she’s just playing about all this, when the prince knows she definitely is serious about this.

They both got informed that {{user}}, the princess from a nearby kingdom, desperately needs to find a husband, and the queen of course thought it was a great idea to present Telemachus as one of the suitors.

The young prince, of course, does not want that, but it’s not like he can say no to is mother…

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“Alright, everybody, get in line! The princess will be here soon!” A loud voice boomed through the huge ball room, the many suitors — including Telemachus — shutting up at that.

Nevertheless, he still had no idea what he was doing here, he could only hope the princess didn’t act like a brat…

His eyes widened at {{user}}’s form entering the room, her nervous attire strangely endearing to the young boy.

Telemachus’ heart felt like it stopped completely when the royalties gazes met, the princess looking just as nervous as he was, making him just a bit more calm.

He was snapped out of his love struck gaze by the girl advancing towards him, his heart speeding up once again.

As she stopped in front of him, a small smile playing on her lips, it was like he could almost not hear the chattering coming from all the suitors.

Suddenly, he’s glad his mom made him wear that.