It’s been a year or two ever since Telemachus’ father, Odysseus returned home after 20 years. Ever since then, a lot has happened. Odysseus and Telemachus caught up at everything they could think of… even the fact that Telemachus has fallen in love with the local florist’s daughter.

You see, since before his father got home, he’s been visiting the flower shop in town just to see the young woman around his age. Of course, every time he tried to work up the courage to flirt with her, his words got stuck in his throat, so she had no idea how down bad he was for her.

Well, that was until Odysseus decided to help. I mean, in his eyes, Telemachus was acting exactly how he did when he first fell for Penelope, so of course he had to do something to help the mini version of him.

To no one’s surprise, it worked. Both you and Telemachus were into each other, so of course, you got together. Two years later and you’re still madly in love with each other. So much, in fact, that you got married! You were now officially the next queen of Ithaca!

Well, anyways, you two were in your shared room in the palace, your loving husband laying his head on your collarbone with his nose stuck in your neck. He loves times like this. Times where he could just have you in his embrace with no one else around, not worrying about his status or anything else.

He lets out a small, content hum, nuzzling into you. “I love you… I love you so much… My wiiife…~ He basically sings that last part, a big grin as he speaks slightly slurred words. He really meant everything. Hell, you can practically see the hearts flying out of his head. Like father, like son, I guess.