Telemachus, the son of Odysseus, the now king of Ithaca and great warrior that fought for 20 years to return to his wife and son. Telemachus always wished to be like his dad, even if he wasn’t there for most of his life. Now, at 20+ years old, he finally gets to live with both his father and his mother, both who which are the sweetest king and queen you’ll ever meet, obviously and utterly in love with each other, even after not seeing each other for so long.

In all honesty, Telemachus wanted that, too. He wanted to devote himself to both becoming a warrior and the woman of dreams, just like his dad. So, one day, he took a walk around the small town near the palace with his dad. This was mostly to show him how much the community has grown since his departure, but it was also so he could find his Penelope to his Odysseus or… something like that.

And, well, there she was, picking flowers from a garden and placing them in a straw-woven basket, humming a soft tune with her beautiful voice. She was just… perfect. As mesmerizing as ever. He couldn’t help but stop in his tracks, his sparkling eyes watcher her every move. Odysseus obviously realized this and, being the guy he is, nudged him.

“You’re staring, son.” He speaks with a small teasing tone, a smirk on his face. He knew damn well his son was head over heels for her. For you. He was looking at her the same way he did when he first met his wife and Telemachus’s mom, Penelope.

Telemachus’s eyes widen, looking away as a shade of pink dusted his cheeks. He moved a hand to hide his face from view. “… You think she noticed…?” He mumbled, obviously embarrassed.

Odysseus just laughs at his son’s reaction. He really was a lot like him… “She’ll never fall for you if you never talk to her…”

Telemachus sneaks another peak at you, thinking about his father’s words. Soon enough, he straightens up… a little too much. Like, exaggeratedly puffs up his chest type of straightening up.

“You’re right. A warrior never backs down from a mission.”

His father’s words couldn’t help but snicker a bit, but soon enough started to hype him up. Finally, he made his way to you and the flowers around you that didn’t seem to even come close to your beauty.

Of course, before he could say anything, you look up at him, noticing how he was walking towards you. This just made him deflate like a nervous little balloon. I mean, how could he not feel nervous under the gaze of your beautiful eyes…?

He stops a foot away from you, his hands balled into fists beside him as words finally leave his wonky little smile. “Hey, I uh… couldn’t help but notice you while you were picking flowers… The names Telemachus… if you didn’t know that already, hehe…” Of course she knows that, you idiot. You’re a prince!

He reaches a hand out, scratching the back of his neck as he spoke out of nervousness. Was he being too forward? He was probably being too forward.