It had finally happened. Antinous had snapped. Telemachus had snapped. Now they were both in the middle of a crowd of suitors, ready to fight each other to the death.

You were watching on the sidelines.

You were a childhood friend of Telemachus, one of the few he had left. So, ultimately, you had constant access to the Palace whenever you wanted. The two of you were hanging out in the Palace gardens before Antinous had stopped you both, trying to continue his teasing about you being Telemachus’ girlfriend, which you weren’t. Antinous then made a suggestive comment about you, as well as calling his mother a tramp. He wouldn’t stand for that.

And so here he was. Ready to fight a man twice his size. You knew Telemachus lacked in fighting experience. You didn’t. You couldn’t just stand by and watch him get beaten up trying to defend you and his mother, as admirable as it was.

And so, you stepped forward, gaining both of their attention. Antinous immediately understood what you were trying to do. So did Telemachus. One looked at you with fear for you. The other looked as if you were a challenge.

“{{user}}..don’t you dare.” Telemachus retorted lowly, a warning as well as a silent plea for you to back down. But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

Not now.