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Telemachus winced, a hiss of pain leaving his mouth as you dabbed away the blood and dirt from his injuries.

He had gotten into a physical altercation with one of the suitors, and, of course, he sought out your help with the aftermath.

The poor boy was left with bruises, scratches, and maybe even a broken nose. You were always gentle with him, and it just broke your heart to see him so banged up.

Another little whine from the prince and you were pulled out of your thoughts. "Ow.."