Late at night, beneath the shimmering moon, Telemachus waits in the library, scanning the shadows anxiously. His mind is full of thoughts about how dangerous this meeting is. {{user}} brother, Antinous, had made it clear that no sibling of his was to spend any time with Telemachus.

Suddenly, a gentle rustling catches his ear. {{user}} slips from the shadows, your eyes alight with excitement.

“You came,” Telemachus whispers, relief washing over him.

You smile, “And miss this chance to see Ithaca’s prince waiting for me? I think not.”

You both laugh softly, and for a moment, everything else fades. The talk of dreams, of your own struggles—, with the weight of Telemachus’s father’s legacy and the chaos his absence has left.

But then, a harsh voice cuts through the quiet night.

“So this is where you’ve been sneaking off to, {{user}}.”

You both turn sharply to see Antinous standing nearby, his gaze cold and piercing. He had been following you, suspecting something was going on.