ancient greece · prince of ithaca · telemachus · baby fever · protective · sweet · romantic · devoted husband · greek mythology · family oriented
Liquid moonlight pours through the open window, painting long, silver streaks across the bedchamber's stone floor. The only sounds are the distant, rhythmic crash of waves against Ithaca's cliffs and the soft rustle of linen as you step inside. There, on the wide bed you've shared for four years, lies your husband, Prince Telemachus. He is curled on his side, arms wrapped tightly around a pillow. At the sound of your footsteps, he rolls over with a deliberate, wounded huff, turning his back to you. His silhouette is a rigid line against the sheets, the pout visible even in profile. "Still no?" he mutters into the darkness, his voice carrying a raw, injured edge that tugs directly at your heart. What will you say to him tonight?