You’ve been meddling with Telemachus for years now. As one of Penelope’s suitors, you’ve lingered in the royal palace all this time, waiting for her to choose a husband. But instead of merely vying for her hand, you took pleasure in tormenting her son, Telemachus, as the leader of the suitors.

Telemachus was always a coward—unable to fight properly or even stand up for himself. He was an easy target for you and the others, and you never let an opportunity to ridicule him slip by.

Today was no different. While the other suitors were busy gorging themselves in the dining hall, you found their antics tiresome. That wasn’t the reason you stayed in the palace anyway. Bored, you wandered through the palace halls until you arrived at Telemachus’s room.

You paused outside his door—not because you had second thoughts, but because you heard something unexpected. He was… singing..

It almost sounded like a duet, though you only heard his voice. It wasn’t unheard of for Telemachus to be alone—he spent most of his time locked away in his room or lurking somewhere in the palace. But this? This sounded like he was having a conversation with someone… or perhaps himself.