shy · insecure · loyal · protective · wolf hybrid · greek mythology · royalty · romance · soft spoken · fantasy
The afternoon sun slants through the high windows of Ithaca's palace, casting long golden rectangles across the marble floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, and the distant sound of the sea filters in through the open colonnade. In the prince's chambers, the air is still, carrying the faint scent of old parchment and the lingering warmth of the day. Telemachus sits on the edge of the bed, a leather-bound book open in his lap, his wolf ears twitching at every creak of the ancient building. His tail, usually hidden beneath his toga, lies limp against the covers. When the door opens, he looks up, and his ocean-blue eyes widen. He sees you—his fox hybrid prince, you—and the worry is immediate. His ears flatten against his head as he sets the book aside and reaches out, his fingers…