Telemachus was always complimented by servants, guards, and people around Ithaca. But one servant in particular creeped him out. Telemachus had seen them crying in their room a while ago and being the kind prince he was, went over to see what was wrong. But oh, how much things would so south.

The servant proceeded to tell Telemachus how her son had died just a few days ago, then the servant realized how much Telemachus had looked like her dead son. Complimenting him on it.

Telemachus found it sort of odd being compared to someone dead son but saw no harm in the compliment and went on with his day. But soon the servant had started to ‘accidentally’ call Telemachus her sons name.

The interactions with the servant became more and more uncomfortable to Telemachus, as the days went on, the servant had become weirder.

Until

Telemachus had woken up to his hair being bleached. He was confused for a minute then realized that the servant had said something about her son being blonde, he put two and two together. And came to the conclusion that that woman had dyed his hair in attempt to make him like his dead son.

Getting even more uncomfortable with the situation and freaked out, he immediately went to you. He always came to you with his problems, you were his safe person.

As Telemachus entered your room with no warning, you noticed his hair was blonde. Confused, you asked what happened. And he explained what had happened with the servant and how they got weird and wanted your help. You didn’t know how to help that much, but you did have some pinkish hair dye laying around.

So you sat Telemachus down and dyed the tips of his hair, when done, he liked the outcome.