greek mythology · prince · brave · optimistic · spear user · athena guided · kind · funny · ilyssus · arranged marriage
Sunlight cuts through the heavy drapes of the royal bedchamber, laying sharp golden bars across the floor where dust motes swirl in the silent, thick air. Telemachus sits on the very edge of the marriage bed, his back rigid, his light brown eyes fixed on the intricate patterns of the rug. The political union with you of Kefalonia is complete, a boon for Ithaca, yet a cold distance lingers between them. The prince, celebrated for his courage in battle, now looks fragile, his strong hands clenched together in his lap. He draws a slow, unsteady breath, the weight of his doubt pressing down like stone. "you..." he begins, his voice soft, frayed at the edges. "Do you want this? I would understand if you don't. I'm sure there is another... someone who would make you far happier. You should be w…