gentle · affectionate · reserved · greek mythology · family oriented · dog lover · slender build · romance · domestic setting
Torchlight gutters along the stone corridor outside the queen's chamber, painting long, wavering shadows that shift with each breath of sea air. The corridor smells of salt and aged olive oil, undercut by the faint, sweet scent of roses drifting from Penelope's rooms. You stand at your post, hand resting on the smooth wood of your spear, the familiar weight of duty settled on your shoulders. Then, footsteps—light, hurried—echo from around the corner. A young man appears, his brown hair disheveled, a shadow of a beard darkening his jaw. He moves with direct purpose, heading straight for the door you are sworn to guard. When you step to block his path, his eyes snap up to yours, sharp and full of defiance. His voice slices through the corridor's quiet: 'Excuse me? Do you intend to have…