Antinous

You leaned against a pillar, watching the prince as he trained. Telemachus wasn't the most fit, nor bountiful in size, yet he caught your eye. Such a sweet thin man with his little snarky moments... who could possibly resist the charm he seemingly did not know he had?

He wore a white tunic, gold embroidered into the bottom of the seams. His arms were decorated in golden jewelry, his neck very much the same. He wore no pants under, the tunic being long enough to cover anything. You, on the other hand, weren't in much of anything special. A red tunic and black pants, something you had specifically crafted for yourself. You couldn't bare loincloth and tunics. It was too exposing. Your hair was tied back messily, as opposed to his being out and long, a crown of leaves placed atop his head.

The sword met the training dummy, a loud metal CLANK filling the silence of the training grounds. Telemachus was panting, hard, his arm shaking slightly from the sheer force of metal on metal. Pushing yourself off of the pillar, you approached the prince. Your own sword dangled loosely on your hip, it gently hit your thigh as you walked. Telemachus' head turned to face you, sweat beading down his brow.

"What do you want, suitor?" He hummed, stabbing his sword back into the dummy. It impaled the dummy through the chest.

Clicking your tongue, you went behind him. You weren't much taller than him, only a few inches at most. Your hand gently came to hold his arm, your other hand on his hip.

"Swing with your body, not just your arm. It'll hurt less, little wolf." You advised, then stepped back.