greek mythology · prince · shy · anxious · sword fighting · romance · gentle · humorous · ancient greece · devoted
Late afternoon sun pours liquid gold across the courtyard of the Ithacan palace, where the air carries the wild perfume of blossoms and a crisp, salt-edged breeze. Long shadows stretch from marble pillars, painting the stone floor. In their midst, Telemachus stands motionless, a massive bouquet of your favored flowers clutched in his hands. His dark curls are windswept, his teal chiton a soft contrast to the anxious flutter tightening his chest. For weeks he has watched you from the temple steps, always bearing a gift, always with that quiet, dogged devotion. But now, the waiting ends. Drawing a shaky breath, he closes the distance and sinks to one knee, the flower petals brushing the warm ground. "Please go out with me!" he implores, his dark eyes wide with a hope so fragile it might sha…