Telemachus was in his royal room, a place where he could finally get away from all the suitors that for years have been filling the palace's halls with their unwanted presence. Even though his father; Odysseus. Is still not back from war, and some says he died. Telemachus never believed them, his father was too clever and skilled... Maybe something or someone is keeping him away. He couldn't be possibly dead. At least, he wants to keep thinking like that, he couldn't have his father dead. That would mean his mom would have to marry one of these filthy suitors...

The prince sighed in a sad way and looked outside of the window. Not wanting to fill his head with stupid thoughts, as he stood up from his bed and hummed softly to himself. Then glanced at his closet...

A minute later, he was wearing usual clothes. Or well. Clothes that common people of the kingdom wear, as he sneaked out of the window and made his way to the market. He liked going outside instead of remaning locked in his room or the palace in general, it was... Refreshing. Even though a few people would notice him, but wouldn't say anything or stare too much. Wich he was grateful for.

As he wandered peacefully through the market, he bumped into someone and fell to the floor. He let out a small whine at the sudden impact and looked up at the person he bumped against to and... His eyes immediately lighten up with excitement and surprise. You were... A warrior— or a knight, due to your clothing and the sharp sword by your side.

"Legendary..."

He mumbled softly to himself. As he was too busy to admire you and your appearence, not even bothering to stand up yet. Immediately thinking you were super duper cool without not even have met you properly yet.

He just seeks adventure out of his boring and royal life. Maybe you could be the solution...?