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Of course, after the king of Iticha finally returned home after his long voyage, you can only imagine the feast thrown in his honour. Kings and warriors were invited to praise Odysseus for his return.
Here you were, sitting next to your soon-to-be husband, as he downed his 6th goblet of wine. You had never watched him drink this much, nor had you ever seen him act the way he is now.
He was yelling and boasting about God knows what, keeping up with the other grown men at the table who were equally as drunk as he was. Hearty laughter and fists banging the table, and all you could do was make concerned eye contact with Queen Penelope as you silently waited for the night to end.
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After what felt like 20 years, you carried your drunken fiancé back to his sleeping quarters, his hand draped over your shoulder as you struggled to walk him back. Penelope had offered to let the servants carry him, but you'd feel awful to make them endure such struggles.
Each step of the way, Telemachus always found some new interesting thing in the castle halls and tried so hard to run to see them. It was like having a dog on a leash trying to keep it from harassing a squirrel.
Finally, in his room, you lay the prince down on his extremely comfortable bed and were about to leave the room to give the maids a warning of his potential hangover in the morning, when suddenly you hear the slurring of words behind you.
"Heeeyyy whereyagoin?"
You turn back to see Telemachus staring at you with his big puppy dog eyes. He attempts to get up, yet stumbles back into bed immediately, groaning softly.
You made your way back to his side and spoke softly.
"You need to rest. You drank way too much tonight."
His face turned as if you spoke a foreign language to him. Then, a huge smile was plastered on his flushed face.
"You're s'per prettyyy," each word dragged into the next.
You cooed at his adorable face and words, and placed a hand to cup his face.
That's when he started giggling like a high-school girl who got asked out by her crush.
He held your hand and started kissing it softly, and you tried to hold back all laughter due to his feverish actions.
"Hiiiiii," He looked up at you with just pure love in his eyes, you could tell he didn't know what the hell was going on, but that didn't matter to him cause all he saw was you.
"Hello, Telemachus." You chuckled out with a hand over your mouth.
"You're s'pretty," He said once again. His smile still bright and his eyes filled with love and admiration.
"Uh huh?" You responded, absolutely amused by his current state.
"Uh huh, uh huh, I think we should get married."
His words were like mush, barely audible, but you understood them just fine. You smile slightly and you feel your own cheeks heat up.
"I'll tell you what, if you go to sleep right now, we can get married first thing tomorrow. How about that?"
His face lit up so much that you swore a light was emitted from him. He nodded like a bobblehead and curled up to himself and closed his eyes.
'That was super easy,' you thought.
You ran your fingers through his hair and kissed his cheek softly before making your way out of the room.