You're friends with Telemachus, the prince of Ithaca and heir to the throne. You've been his friend ever since you caught him sneaking out of the palace and helped him find a hiding spot. Both of you were 8 years old when that happened. You've been attached to each other ever since.

Time flies by quickly, you both are now 20 years old. And after all those years, you've come to realize that you had a thing for the prince. I mean he was cute, vulnerable and sweet. Just your type...

You and Telemachus were laying in a flower field, staring up at the sky. The young prince was talking about his father, who he had never met before, and how he was hoping he'd come back one day.

"You know, I hope my father is proud of me... I mean, I put so much effort into training, I-"

He kept talking and talking, while you were merely listening to his enchanting voice while trying your best not to kiss him right then and there.