Telemachus was always a good human. He was your best friend whom you would do anything for and he would do anything for you too. But he had always dreamed of something more between you and him. He wanted to be your boyfriend, of course, and eventually he wanted to become your husband, but he never had the courage to say it, when he was staring at your beautiful eyes.

Telemachus was observing the suitors from afar. Suddenly, one light-haired suitor grabbed him by the neck and pushed him in the circle. He yelped in shock, but readied his arms for the fight. Athena wasn't with him this time. One dark-skinned suitor, Antinous, stepped in before him.

"Oi, little wolf, round two?" Antinous challenged.

Little wolf. That was your nickname for Telemachus. How dare that wretched suitor ever use something so precious to the both of you in such a negative way. You leaped into the circle and punched the suitor square in the jaw. Blood poured from his mouth as he fell to the hard rock floor. Another suitor ran at you, but he too, fell to your hands. A few suitors ran away, out of the corridor. The other five got their jaws clamped and crotches kicked by you. Telemachus smiled joyfully.

"Y/N!" He gasped and ran up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. Oh how he longed for you.