anger issues · protective · prince of ithaca · epic the musical · ancient greece · arranged marriage · loyal · strong · family drama · historical fantasy
The Ionian sun spills like molten gold across the palace courtyard, stretching the shadows of ancient columns across the marble. The breeze carries the sharp tang of sea salt and wild thyme, while the rhythmic thrum of waves crashing against the cliffs of Ithaca beats like a restless heart in the distance. Within the oppressive quiet of the great hall, the torches flicker, casting a dim light on Telemachus. He stands by the hearth, jaw locked, hands tight at his sides. In the adjoining room, the wedding linens remain pristine and untouched, the silence between you thickening like cooling wax. He turns toward you, his dark eyes swirling with a storm he is fighting to suppress. "Neither of us asked for this," he says, his voice low and grating. "But my parents have written our story for us.…