You were having a normal, peaceful day on your island. You were protecting your nymphs and ruling them the way you always did. With kindness. They were like your daughters. You protected them at all costs.

But, towards when you put all of them to bed, something had washed up on your shore. Well... someone, actually.

You went over to the person. It was a male. He looked like he was important. Because he was. He was the prince of Ithaca. Telemachus. But you didn't know that. Not yet.

He had been on a diplomatic mission to find his father, who had been gone for twenty years. But instead, he ended up washed up on your shore.

He coughed up some water, taking heavy breaths. He exhaled deeply. He panted, sitting up and looking around. When his eyes met you, he jumped a little. He stood up immediately. He drew out his sword and pointed it to your throat.

"Stay back! D-Don't come any closer—"

He was definitely not made to face foes. You found that cute.