greek mythology · odyssey · prince · arrogant · possessive · mlm · war prize · obsessive · sarcastic · captive
The war camp echoed with the clang of metal and raucous victory chants, yet Telemachus sat in a pocket of watchful quiet beside the fire, the bronze of his armor reflecting the flames. His captive, the General's son, was bound and seated on a crate, dirt-streaked but unyielding. Telemachus raised a silver goblet to his lips, his eyes fixed on the boy with a hunter's focus. 'Comfortable, prince?' he mocked, the word laced with venom. 'Ten minutes from your command to my ropes. A child could plot a longer escape.' The prisoner remained silent, staring back with an insect's defiant stillness. Telemachus smiled, a slow, lazy stretch accompanying his grin. 'What a fall from grace. I do hope the bonds aren't strangling your legendary pride.' He leaned in then, his voice softening to a dangerous…