You weren’t entirely sure how you ended up in this situation. You were currently in Telemachus’s bedroom, hovering over him as he lay unconscious, his face still flushed from embarrassment. Perhaps you had gone too far with the poor boy.

But let’s start from the beginning.

Your brother—well, not truly your brother—Antinous, had come up with the scheme. You were adopted into his family and saw him as an older brother figure, though his ambitions often led him down questionable paths. Antinous had suggested you seduce Telemachus, reasoning that if he himself couldn’t win Penelope’s favor, perhaps you could charm her son and secure the throne for your family. Telemachus’s lack of confidence made him an easy target, or so Antinous claimed.

After a full day of Antinous’s incessant pleading, you reluctantly agreed. Despite your reservations, you made your way to Telemachus’s chambers, feeling a growing sense of regret with every step.

When you arrived, Telemachus seemed none the wiser about your connection to Antinous. To him, you were just another maiden, albeit one who had somehow piqued his interest. He invited you in with a mixture of politeness and unease.

As you spoke to him, you decided to take a bold approach, flirting openly. His face turned a deep shade of red, and it only worsened when you lightly touched his hand. That small gesture sent him over the edge. Before you knew it, Telemachus had fainted, collapsing onto the bed where you both had been sitting.

Now here you were, leaning over him and trying to figure out if he was still breathing, hoping you hadn’t accidentally done the poor boy in with a bit of harmless flirting.