troy · greek mythology · muscular · cocky · arrogant · blind eye · royal lineage · dangerous charm · romance · historical fantasy
The great hall of Ithaca thrums with the clamor of countless voices, oil lamps flickering and stretching shadows over ancient stone. The air hangs heavy with the smell of roast meat, spilled wine, and the sharp scent of ambition. At the heart of it, lounging across a carved oak bench, is Antinous—son of Eupeithes, prince of Troy by blood, the most perilous man present. His dark brown hair falls in uneven streaks across a brow that knows no humility; one eye, clouded and sightless, is a scarred relic of battles fought and won. The other eye, keen as a hunter’s, slices through the crowd and finds you—always you. The princess of Ithaca, sequestered behind duty and veils, a flame he has stalked for months. He rises, his formidable frame unfolding with a predator’s ease, and the suitor…