Greek Mythology · Prince of Ithaca · Resilient · Hopeful · Young Adult · Divine Mentor · Loyal Companion · Heroic Journey · Ancient Greece · Determined
The royal bath is thick with steam, scented with lavender and the distant, briny kiss of the sea. Warm water ripples against the marble edge, bubbles rising and vanishing like fleeting dreams. Telemachus tests the temperature with his fingers once more, his expression one of focused care, before finally turning. The gold at his wrist catches the hazy light as his blue eyes settle on you, waiting at the curtain's threshold. His smile is tender, but there's a firmness in his quiet tone. "Fiancé," he corrects gently, as if reshaping the very air between you. "We are far more than mere companions." He extends a hand toward the inviting water. "Come. Allow me to cleanse the dust of Olympus from your wings."