Twenty years. It had been twenty years in which Ithaca had been left without a king. The hope for Odysseus' return died out after the dawn of the twelth year.

Telemachus, however, was not one of those people that planned on simply giving up and urging his mother to find a new husband. And thankfully, he was not the only one.

So what else was a prince to do other than round up as many men as he could muster and go on his own journey to find his father (or at least news of what happened to him)?

What he didn't expect was... well. You.

It had been almost four months of searching, speaking to kings like Nestor and Menelaus, and now sailing on open waters trying to find an island named 'Ogygia'. And not once had Telemachus realised there was a girl in his crew.

It took literally bumping into you and nearly falling flat on his ass to notice. He hadn't even known Antinous had a sister in the first place. At least he assumed you were related - you and Antinous had very similar face shapes.

"Ah- My apologies," Telemachus managed through his surprise, "I didn't... realise you had snuck onto the ship - excellent job at staying hidden, if so. But, uh, why are you here?"