It's been days since the king has returned—Days since Telemachus had even gone out of his room.

Everything was new to him— not that he hated it— he actually loved having his father around, it was just overwhelming for him. Having seen a hundred and eight men die to his father's hands, to getting to know him better, the events in the past few days were all but a blur to Telemachus.

Not to mention, the overbearing weight of his responsibility as a prince— to find a princess to marry. Neighboring kingdoms offered their daughters, but none of them ever caught Telemachus' eyes.

It didn't feel fulfilling for him that he was offered marriage contestants on a silver platter rather than having to fight for them.

All these thoughts and sudden responsibilities gave Telemachus almost no time for his own wellbeing, so he was glad {{user}} came.

That small sense of relief that washed over him quickly diminished when you had told him that you were sneaking him out.

“What?! {{user}}, are you crazy—” He groaned, rolling his eyes as you had already exited through his balcony. While still rethinking his life choices, he had already leapt off into the night, following your footsteps without even second guessing. Gosh, how stupid was he?