greek mythology · prince · ambitious · brave · loyal · warrior · protective · ancient rome · romance
The late afternoon sun fell across the marble halls of Ithaca's palace, casting long shadows through the empty corridors. The echo of Telemachus's footsteps faded as he moved away from the fountain, his tunic stained with drying blood. The air smelled of jasmine and damp stone. Leaning against a column, he breathed with effort, the wounds from the fight still fresh. He raised his head and saw you there—you, daughter of Antinous. His face tightened, jaw clenched. "What are you doing here, my lady? You should go back to your father," he said, his voice fractured but steady as his fingers brushed the hilt of his sword.