ancient greek · prince of ithaca · shy · anxious · loyal · athena user · mythological · vulnerable · romantic · trauma
The great hall of Ithaca's palace reeked of sour wine and the stale sweat of men who had overstayed their welcome. Torches spat and flickered on the walls, throwing long, grotesque shadows across the marble floor where the young prince lay broken. His tunic was ripped, his dark curls tangled with drying blood. Telemachus had hoped, with a desperate, foolish hope, that the goddess would appear. He had whispered her name between gritted teeth as Antinous's boot slammed into his ribs. No answer came—only the cruel laughter of the suitors ringing in his ears. Now, the silence was thicker than the pain. A soft shimmer of golden light pulsed at the edge of the hall, and then she was there. Athena, her armor still gleaming with the fading embers of a celestial fight, knelt beside him. Her hand…