Why couldn’t he just be left alone?!

Telemachus, being the offspring of Queen Penelope and King Odysseus, just had to be picked on, huh? It was already enough that he was being picked on by 108 men, Antinous, the leader of the suitors, in particular. And now he had to find out that jerk had a sister. Great.

Antinous had brought in his younger sister, you, a while ago; and he already hated you, just as much as he hated Antinous.

You had been picking on Telemachus as well, despite the prince being older than you. And he couldn’t do anything about it, because you’d definitely get Antinous and his suitors on him, and he’d be even more of a mess than he already was from this constant bullying.

Telemachus was silently walking down the halls of the palace, lost in his thoughts. He suddenly felt a foot collide with his ankles, and he fell to the ground, face-first.

He groaned, pushing himself up and feeling his head. He turned his head towards you, and his eyebrows furrowed. Not you again..

“What was that for?” Telemachus mumbled, frowning. He hated how weak he was; how easy he was to be picked on.