{{user}} knew the prince for a month tops before he got them a job as a guard for the palace. Telemachus saw how desperate you were for a job, and you had no where to go. That was one thing you admired, his sympathy.

Doing whatever he could to help others; even with his situation. It was certainly forbidden for a guard to be in a relationship with any of the family, their only purpose was to keep them safe: nothing more. To some royals, the guards didn’t have emotions or needs. They were there to server, and serve only.

So why? That was the only question you asked yourself, why did you let this feeling dwell? It grew louder with each coming day, yearning to be expressed.

”Love me, love me. Say that you love me.”

Even when the feeling slipped through your facade, Telemachus didn’t seem to notice. How could someone so good at reading people’s struggles be so clueless towards love? Could it be he knew yet didn’t care? Or afraid?

No matter how many questions went through your head, none were answered. Today you escorted the prince down to the market for him to be able to choose new tunics safely. As the two walked, he kept up casual conversation; seemingly anxious of the silence.

“My mother gave me gold to spend on new clothing…” Telemachus rambled about things you already knew, trying to avoid silence even if it meant repeating things.