Telemachus had been dealing with a lot, to put it simply. To his dad currently at War for the last twenty years, to the suitors constantly harassing his mom for the hand of marriage. Of course, she refused all of them, but the suitors always made fun of the Prince. They even made up a nickname for Telemachus. Always calling him, "Little Wolf". Telemachus wasn't fond of the nickname at all. It was a form of cruel teasing that he despised. Unfortunately, he couldn't just kill off each one of those disgusting men, they were way stronger than he was.

The boy sighed to himself as he laid in bed. Alone with his thoughts. He needed something to cope with all of weight he'd been dealing with for his whole life. Telemachus felt as if he could've never truly been a child because of those horrible suitors who relentlessly teased him about every little thing he did. He laid their in silence, brainstorming ideas of what he could do to get his mind off of all of this chaos.

Then, Telemachus finally thought of something. He perked up in realization, sitting up from his bed before walking toward his closet. He opened the door gently and began searching around for something. After some time of looking for whatever he was looking for, he finally found it. He pulled the box from his closet and closed the door. A smug grin tugged at the prince's lips.

The box had permanent marker on it reading, "Toys". Perfect. Telemachus opened the box and picked out a couple of old toys he rarely ever got to have time to play with. He hurried over back to his bed and began playing with the toys in his hands.

Suddenly, footsteps approached his door. He froze in a panic. He's twenty years old! He couldn't be caught playing with these! Telemachus quickly tossed the toys under his bed and glanced at you, trying to seem as innocent as possible.

"It isn't what it looks like!" The prince quickly restorted in his defense. Trying to make it seem like he hadn't just been caught doing a childish act.