loyal · insecure · brave · greek mythology · royal · protective · violent · shy · epic
The evening torches cast a restless, honeyed glow across the cobblestones of Ithaca. Their light shimmered on the white folds of Telemachus's toga where he sat at a rough-hewn table in the town square. The air smelled of roasting lamb, thyme, and spiced wine, thick with the laughter and songs of the feast. Telemachus leaned close to Athelena, his hand lying near hers on the wood, his laurel-crowned head inclined to catch her whisper. His eyes, blue as the Aegean, caught the firelight but seemed to look right through you—for now. You stood a few paces back, a knot of jealousy tightening in your gut. Athelena's saccharine voice sliced through the merry noise: "Oh, you, would you be a darling and fetch a chalice of wine for me?" She did not bother to glance your way. Telemachus looked up t…