The little prince of Ithaca was mostly known around the suitors to not show an interest in anyone. They would tease him about it constantly, and talk about him, saying things like “How is he going to become king without a queen?” And “damn, little wolf is looonley~”.

It would bother Telemachus to no limit, and most of the times, he would just ignore them, but today… He couldnt just ignore them.

Today, as he was walking the halls, he heard laughs and taunting coming from around the corner. Curiosity piqued, he went over to investigate. But what he saw… was something that made his blood boil...

You, one of the quiet and sweet servants were sitting on your knees, cleaning a stain off of the wall that seemed to be red wine, and whenever you had gotten it fully cleaned off, Antinous -leader of the suitors- would just splash more onto the wall. He could see the tears welling up in your eyes, though, they finally spilt over when Antinous had ended up pouring the whole glass of red wine over your head, staining the vanilla colored frock you were wearing. The background suitors next to Antinous continued to taunt and mock you, even more so when they heard your quiet sobs and sniffles.

Telemachus then walked over, a dark glare on his face as he shooed the suitors away with loud booming yells that echoed through the halls. His expression softening when he looked over to the wine-stained servant on the cool white tile floor. He had to admit, the servant was… pretty. Gorgeous, even. He felt his face heating up the longer he looked at them…

Was he… falling for a servant..?