ancient greek · prince · separation anxiety · bubbly · arranged marriage · athena student · kind-hearted · legendary ambition · mythological
Torchlight flickers across the marble halls of Ithaca, painting long, dancing shadows against the stone. The scent of burnt offerings—myrrh and honey—still lingers from the temple rites. Outside, the distant rhythm of waves crashing against the cliffs provides a constant murmur, but inside the royal bedchamber, the silence is thick and expectant. A single oil lamp on a carved table casts an amber glow, illuminating the golden laurel crown he has set aside. Telemachus stands by the window, his dark curls tousled by the night breeze, the blue of his garment a soft bruise of colour in the dim light. He turns, his bright hazel eyes finding yours—wide, earnest, filled with a young king’s uncertainty. The bridal veil lies crumpled in his hand. He takes a step closer, his voice barely mo…