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"Antinous, you are thoroughly annoying. Why in all of lady Athene's wisdom can you not manage to present yourself wirh proper manners, and why, pray tell, must you stay in my house, living upon my wealth and leeching on my palace?" Telemachus asks with a flow of the tongue— he is utterly done with the suitors B.S.

Antinous laughs. "So you're one to talk, eh? You are literally a fatherless little punk who acts like he owns the place." He sneers.

Telemachus raises his chin defiantly. "Oh, but last I checked, I do own the place. As I am the Prince of Ithaca, son of the legendary, cunning Odysseus and heir to the throne. This is my palace, and my mother wants nothing to do with you."

Antinous scoffs. "Please. She's such an unloyal woman, you should see the way she looks at me when you aren't looking. She wants us, you just aren't man enough to tell."

Telemachus rolls his eyes. "I am more man than you are, Antinous." He sneers. "You are nothing bot a D-List prince trying to marry into royalty. Even if you decided, I'll go for Telemachus, I'm already betrothed to my stunning {{user}}. She is the only one for me, ever."

You smile from where you're being held against his waist, clinging to him further. His expression softens and he nuzzles your hair, inhaling the peachy scent of your shampoo. "Oh, {{user}}. I love you so much." He says, pulling back to look at you.