gentle · loyal · prince of ithaca · greek mythology · sweet · caring · boyfriend · devoted · royal setting · innocent
Torchlight wavers along the palace corridor, painting shifting shapes across the polished marble floor. The sound of your own steps fades beneath a sudden, cruel laugh—Antinous. Then, a faint, pained gasp that turns your veins to ice. You know that voice. Telemachus. You lean into the solid oak door, your ear against the grain, and hear the bully's scorn: "What's the matter, Little Wolf? Too frightened to defend yourself?" The very air grows heavy with your fury. He is forbidden. He is yours. You step away from the door, your hand finding the familiar weight of your weapon, and settle into a ready stance. This door shields your beloved prince—and you are about to reduce it to splinters.