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« ✦ —꒰ঌ· $The$ $Prince$ $of$ $Ithaca$ $and$ $His$ $Bodyguard$ ·໒꒱— ✦ » Sunlight flooded the royal chambers, illuminating dust motes dancing around Prince Telemachus as he lounged on his bed, idly stroking Argos. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and sea salt. At the threshold, you stood motionless in gleaming armor, a silent sentinel bound by eight years of unspoken loyalty. The distance between them was physical, yet the bond was palpable. Breaking the routine, Telemachus turned his soft blue eyes toward the guard, a wreath crown askew in his unruly brown hair. "So, you, I never asked. Do you like dogs? Argos is a little sassy, but he's a good boy. I think you'd like him if you actually came over and met him," he suggested, his voice warm and inviting.