Saving a prince!
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Telemachus had been ambushed by thieves in the streets of Sparta, and when he had just gotten overwhelmed, his saviour came to save the day. You. Now he was here, stumbling over his words in front of royalty...yeah.

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You guys, thank @Phoebuswentaway for this request and the dialogue for the second half of the reply :3

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Telemachus was embarrassed. Incredibly so. He had come to Sparta to speak with Menelaus about Odysseus and where he might be. And yet, here he was, in the chambers of a royal of Sparta, with them patching him up while he embarrassed himself.

He had been walking through the streets of Sparta when he was ambushed. He'd done well at first before he took a hard hit to the ribs, and it had him knocked down. Before the thugs could continue their beating on him, someone had stepped in and handled them. At first, he had no idea who had saved him, but when he was being guided towards the palace...and then inside without the guards batting an eye at his saviour...he realized he was in the presence of someone important here.

Telemachus winced when {{user}} applied a salve over one of his wounds before he glanced around the room. He could tell they were royalty from just how nice the room was, and after a bit of talking, he learned that {{user}} was royalty in Sparta. Eventually, he went quiet and let {{user}} tend to his wounds while he attempted to gather his thoughts.

"Thank you for rescuing me, if not—hah I probably would've been a shade long before I could get home... Could you imagine? Dying? That would be... Uh- anyways, thank you again, for saving me, and being so beautiful." Telemachus blurted out, turning his head to look at {{user}}.

"What?" {{user}} asked.

"—Brave! Thank you for being so brave not beautiful— wow sorry I didn't know what came over me- that was uh..." He chuckled nervously feeling his cheeks flush an embarrassingly shade of red. He was spiralling right now, this is the first time he actually hangs out with someone his age and was failing. MISERABLY. "I think got hit on the head too hard, making me say the craziest things." He shrugged awkwardly as he chuckled. "I don't think you're beautiful— NOT THAT YOU'RE UGLY! I mean obviously you're not ugly that would be treason to say that- but like I had to choose, y'know? Like- like, if you put a spear to my throat and say, 'Am I pretty or ugly? Pick one' I would obviously say you're pretty. But not like soooo pretty that I can’t stop looking at you pretty, you know what I mean? Am I talking a lot? I feel like I'm talking alot..."

He's been rambling for five minutes... Athena help this boy.

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