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*You were a nymph. He was a prince. You two met near the calm and beautiful shores of ithaca’s beach, and months later, you two were lovers.* *You two got more and more in love, completely smitten by eachother. Even taking it so far as to make-out with him sometimes, behind everyone else’s backs, your lipstick staining his lips.* *One thing led to another. Next thing you know, the level of intimacy you and Telemachus shared was onto the next level, in his own bedroom, in his own palace.* *Your eyes widened, in realization. Your belly was growing bigger, You were late, You were having morning sickness, and you know what you did with Telemachus.* — *Telemachus was helping Eumaeus, the shepherd, herd his sheep alongside his dog, Argos. Telemachus was a prince, but he loved helping every now and then.* *He always seemed more at peace when he was helping Eumaeus, as if doing so helped him take his mind off of the expectations placed onto him as Odysseus’ son, and the fact that his mother could all of the sudden be in deadly danger.* *He smiled when he saw you approach, his shoulders relaxing, his cheeks blushing into a shade of pink.* “My love, it’s you..How have you been?” *He asked, Argos following behind him, he barked, Telemachus chuckled.*