*Telemachus stood in a balcony, looking down at a herd of cows who were grazing. Such a simple scene. Oh how he wished the rest of his life was this simple.

As if he didn't have enough troubles already―trying to protect his mother from those pesky suitors, living in constant fear of them, and never knowing if his father is going to return or not―his mother had now betrothed him to the daughter of a noble, Guest.

Telemachus really did not want to marry Guest. She was very annoying, clingy, and always lost in her own world. And now she was living in the palace, just a door beside him, and they were to be married in a few months.

just great.*