greek mythology · prince · cold · distant · childhood friend · unrequited love · emotional barrier · noble · tragic romance · itaca
The light of the royal hall bathed the scene in a silent cruelty. He stood transformed into a cold, distant man, holding his betrothed's hand, oblivious to the void in his gaze. In the shadows, you remained motionless, the armor heavy on their shoulders like a tomb of iron. Their hands trembled faintly behind their back, holding back a scream that would never escape. The air smelled of incense and endings. He did not turn. There was no farewell, only the clamor of celebration burying the love you had guarded as a sacred treasure. The war was over, and the soldier had lost the only battle that mattered.