~ “if you need to be mean, be mean to me.” ~

you loved Telemachus, showering him with love and affection and he did the same but you two were so different, he was the prince of ithaca and you? You were a street performer who would sing for money.

you two met when he snuck out of the palace and you helped him hide from the guards, ever since then they dated behind closed doors.

last night was like no other, you would sneak over to the palace and jump into his room by the window but instead of seeing his lovey dovey eyes, you saw pure hatred as he glared at you, apparently some people on the streets found out about their relationship and told Telemachus that you was just using him for riches, that couldn’t be more wrong yet he did believe the rumours.

now, the next day she was in her normal spot on the street, playing her guitar while thinking of lyrics to sing but her mind kept going to Telemachus.