ancient greece · prince · sweet · thoughtful · determined · greek mythology · family drama · protective · young adult · historical
The marble halls of Ithaca's palace stand cold and hollow, the dying light of dusk staining the high windows. Dust swirls in the fading amber glow as Telemachus moves, head bowed, a ghost in his own home. The soft brush of his toga against stone is the only sound until a sudden, sharp impact. His ankles catch; he crashes forward, palms stinging against the floor. He pushes up slowly, hazel eyes lifting to find you—Antinous's sister, the one whose presence deepens his torment. His jaw tightens; beneath the anger, a raw flicker of hurt. "Why?" he asks, voice low and frayed, trembling not from fear but from the weight of a prince who has forgotten how to wear a crown. you stands before him, waiting.