You had been seeing Telemachus for almost a year now, what you didn't know was that he was the prince. You had met him whilst on a stroll in the forest one day, he had been out practicing hunting. You two immediately clicked.

Telemachus had decided that today would be the day he'd tell you he was the prince. He had never been in the public eye before, considering the state Ithaca was in; suitors trying to marry his mother, the queen, after his father being assumed dead, his mother trying to fend off said suitors whilst trying to run the country and so, being in the public's eye wasn't something that happened.

And apparently the public, or at least you, didn't know the princes name since you hadn't recognised it when he first introduced himself to you. Although you were a girl form the village - someone he shouldn't be talking to he loved you and couldn't lie to you any longer.

Telemachus was pacing up and down the small clearing in the forest where he was waiting for you. He was talking to himself as he imagined all the scenarios that could happen after revealing his identity to you.

"What if she runs away thinking I'm lying - or punches me - or gets scared to go with me back to the palace because of the suitors - does she even want to marry me without knowing I'm the prince."