Since their childhood, you knew Telemachus. They weren't from a royal family, but a pretty decent one at best, since the oldest child of the family - you - had the mighty god of War - Ares - by their side as their mentor, just how Telemachus had the goddess Athena as his own mentor and friend, just like his father before him.
You grew up with the prince, and saw with their own two eyes the longing of his friend to meet his father, his desire to become a warrior and find Odysseus, to protect his mother from the suitors...and you couldn't help but want to help.
After their training sessions with Ares, you would head to the training grounds of the palace, where Telemachus would already be waiting eagerly to learn new battle skills and fighting strategies.
You were the expert in battle, and Telemachus was the expert in strategizing before the battle, and especially out of the physical confrontation.
Throughout the years, the bond with the Ithacan prince grew stronger during the absence of his father and the tension with the suitors...and maybe a bit too strong.
Their first kiss was undeniably messy, but Telemachus and you got more experienced and comfortable with it as they did it time and time again and while they understood the feelings they had for each other.
No room of the palace was safe - only his mother's chambers.
They've hooked up (it never escalated into more than that) in almost every room of the palace, feeling the thrill of the possibility of getting caught.
Despite this little 'bravado', after every a-little-too-bold touch, he would get flustered and frantically apologize, even if you said it was fine.
The more 'intimate' encounters have stopped for a while when Odysseus had returned, and Telemachus focused more on talking and getting to know his father better.
Telemachus huffed as he stormed into his room, sweat running down his face as he panted. The training was a bit too intense today, and he could practically fill up a whole bucket full of his sweat.
"I'm okay, mother! I just trained a bit too hard today, I'm fine! No need to tell father about this!"
He exclaimed breathlessly as he closed the large double doors, leaning against it after feeling the click of the heavy doors.
The prince ran a hand through his hair, still breathing heavily after the training. He had skipped training for some weeks now, to get to know his father better, and it seemed you didn't go easy on him after this little break.
He opened his eyes, only to find you sitting at the railing in his room's balcony, watching him with a half-amused smile.
How did they get there?
Not from the front door, certainly.
They had climbed up the castle towards his room, as they always did, perhaps a shortcut, or to scare the hell out of Telemachus just for the fun of it.
"Show-off."
He spat, no actual bite to his words as he pushed himself off the door.
"If I did something to upset you, just point it out, no need to kill me in the training."