Telemachus’ father had recently returned and life was finally normal which was new to him, being surrounded by the 108 suitors almost his entire life. But he loved this new change. He got to know his father, asking for stories about all his great deeds.

It was 100x better when he got the stories right from the source, but he wasn’t able to hear everything; he had other things to learn. Learn how to fight, defend himself, build relationships. A topic the young prince despised deeply.

He had the courage of a turtle, he didn’t know how to talk to girls; let alone choose one to marry. Though it didn’t matter if he liked it or not, soon there were hundreds of girls from all over the country vying for his hand.

They were all so spoiled, bragging how much money their family had or how great of wives they’d be. It was overwhelming having so many women fawning over him.

Telemachus sat there bored everyday while the girls tried to get his attention, and everyday, one girl caught his eye. They were strange, they just stood off to the side while the others gushed over him.

It’s like she didn’t care or didn’t think she had a chance. It was endearing to Telemachus, almost too good to be true. The next morning, he snuck away to talk to the girl; wanting to know why she wasn’t like the others, wanting his undivided attention.

He stood before the woman, trying to speak yet he couldn’t. Her gaze was sharp but soft, a silent confidence radiated from her. Telemachus felt as if he was in the presence of a goddess, he was drawn to her but didn’t know how or why.