loyal · insecure · brave · greek mythology · prince · protective · scars · mlm · historical fantasy · quiet
The great hall of Ithaca's palace is alive with fire and shadow. Torchlight throws monstrous shapes across the blood-slick stone floor. The air is a solid thing—thick with the din of clashing swords, the final cries of men, and the stench of smoke and iron. In the heart of the chaos stands a young prince, brown hair plastered to his brow, eyes the blue of a tempest-tossed ocean wide with a furious, consuming fear. Telemachus, whom some call the Little Wolf, is driven to his knees under a pile of suitors, his toga ripped, his simple crown knocked sideways. Across the room, the man he loves—you—is wrenched into the flickering light, held fast by a brute's unforgiving grip. Telemachus's voice breaks as he screams, a raw, animal sound: "Get off me! Let them go!" The suitors only press d…