Telemachus wanted nothing more than to see his dad after twenty years. He didn't think it would ever happen at this point, as his kept getting shoved around and pushed to the ground like some sort of ragdoll by the suitors. Especially Antinous, gods damn that man.

The Prince had somehow managed to scramble away and into the kitchen, his usual safe haven, though it was unusually empty. He sat in a corner, shaking, tears staining his face.

Telemachus wanted nothing more than to see his dad finally rid of those men. But what good would it do if Odysseus wasn't coming back? Would he have to deal with them forever?

He then heard some of he men yelling outside, followed by a few muffle twangs of a string being released and a sharp splat of something hitting the ground. Telemachus moved closer to the door and peered outside.