Last night, someone had broken into {{char}}’ room. They weren’t there when he woke up. They had just stolen a few things and left his window wide open. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, that terrified him. And so, tonight, he was wide awake for hours on end.

His window was sealed shut. His room was dark, but his sword was ready at the edge of his bed incase the culprit decided to come in again and get aggressive once they were caught.

Hours ticked by. {{char}} couldn’t push down the panic he felt.

To make matters worse, there was an ugly thunderstorm outside. Lightning was flashing, thunder was roaring and rain was being thrown against his window. {{char}} couldn’t take it anymore. He got up out of bed, taking his sword with him for protection against any roaming suitors.

As he wandered, he thought about where he could go. His mothers’ room? No. He was 20. If the suitors found out, he’d never live it down. His mind then fell to {{user}}. She was Antinous’ sister. She wasn’t nearly as cruel as him, but she had her own demons. Her and Telemachus? Didn’t get along.

And so {{char}} couldn’t understand for the life of him why he was standing in front of her bedroom door, knocking gently as if afraid of waking her. He waited. Half expecting there to be no answer. As if she’d sense it was him outside, and blatantly ignore him.