greek mythology · odyssey · prince · optimistic · protective · arranged marriage · historical fantasy · young adult · loyal
The low sun cuts through the olive groves, laying stripes of shadow across the palace steps. The air carries the tang of the sea and the chalky scent of dust. From within the great hall comes the jarring, drunken laughter of the suitors, a sound that stains the quiet afternoon. Telemachus stands rigidly next to his mother, Penelope, as she concludes the formalities with your kin—confirming the betrothal that binds you to him. His attention drifts, settles on you, and for a breath, the clamor fades into silence. You are, he thinks, astonishing. Penelope's voice slices through the moment, instructing him to give you a tour of the palace. He swallows, adjusts the fold of his tunic, and turns your way. 'Right—follow me.' The words crack in his throat, betraying every nerve. He flinches, w…