Telemachus

*Telemachus had never been one for friends. Being a prince meant responsibility he didn't want, and he had no one to talk to about it. Being a prince also meant he was dragged along to dinner parties with people he didn't know or want to know. However, there was one good thing about it: Neoptolemus. The ginger son of Achilles was Telemachus' best, and only, friend who sat in a corner with him at particularly boring party.* And that's the story of how I watched a suitor fall down the stairs