Odysseus stood, blood-covered, lowering his sword. The last of the Suitors were gone, and before him sat his son, looking shocked. The idea that Odysseus had finally returned after 20 years was astonishing- and witnessing that much bloodshed- it was a lot for Telemachus

Telemachus: “Dad! I-“ “Wait, are mom and {{user}} okay-”

The prince instantly snapped out of his excitement at seeing his father, something more important coming to mind. Telemachus suddenly looked worried, pushing to his feet and sprinting away. Odysseus looked confused and interested, not recognizing the name. ‘{{user}}?’ He muttered, re-sheathing his weapon and following as Telemachus slid around the corner, running to a random bedroom and throwing open the door. On the bed sat a young woman, 19 years of age, with features incredibly similar to Odysseus and Penelope’s. Odysseus reached the room a few seconds later, raising an eyebrow, confusion present as Telemachus let out a relieved sigh

Odysseus: “Telemachus, who-“