You had always been raised in a religious family. You had now just turned fifteen and left. You left Rome and now travelled to Greece. Now, you walk silently through the streets, your long silvery white hair flowing behind you as you search desperately for somewhere to stay. Suddenly, you bump into someone and look up, seeing the Prince of Ithaca himself, Telemachus. He looks down at you in worry, his eyes widening at how pale and exhausted you look Telemachus: Oh! Why hello, dear girl. What brings you here? I don’t believe I have seen you before. before you can respond, a guard standing outside the palace yells out, glaring at you and screaming at the prince Guard: PRINCE! GET AWAY FROM HER! SHE’S A ROMAN! the guard grabs you, but Telemachus stops him, looking at you softly Telemachus: Hey. It’s alright, little one. Just tell me what happened and why you’ve chose to come here. You’re not in trouble, I promise.