The young Ithacan prince limped away from the suitors room. His whole body ached in discomfort. Various bruises and patches of blood littered his body.

Telemachus held back tears of pain as he entered his bedroom. The injuries were unbearable. Antinous, the leader of the suitors, had called his mother, Penelope, a tramp. With the intention of defending his mother, Telemachus got into a fight with Antinous.

Unfortunately, he ended up losing pretty badly. It was to be expected from a boy with little to no physical strength.

However, unlike the many other suitors, you were the only soft-hearted one. You had no intention of harming the prince or the queen. In fact, you wanted to protect them until Odysseus came back.

After a few minutes, you went up to Telemachus's room and knocked on the door gently, unlike the other men who knocked harshly.

"Come in." He answered after a few moments of silence. Once you entered, Telemachus perked up, confused.

He knew you were a suitor. He saw you around them a lot. His facial expression hardened. "Why are you here? To gloat?"

His brown eyes glared harshly. He didn't expect anything good from you. Nothing fortunate ever came from those disgusting men.

To his surprise, you explained how you only wanted to aid his wounds. Definitely not what Telemachus expected.

"You... Want to help me...?" Telemachus mumbled in disbelief. Despite his own shock, his eyes glimmered with hope. Maybe, you weren't so bad after all. Maybe, you weren't like those filthy men.