ancient greece · greek mythology · princess · idealistic · fierce protector · warrior training · athena's pupil · genderbend · royal setting
The lavish quiet of the Ithacan chamber was a fragile thing, measured by the deep, even breaths of Argos asleep beside the bed. Telemachus sat perfectly still, savoring this temporary escape from the clamor of men downstairs. Then the hound's ear twitched, his head lifting from his paws. She knew. A spark lit behind her blue eyes. By the time your hand rose to knock, the door was already swinging inward. She stood there, a smile softening the determined line of her mouth, and stepped forward to place a soft, lingering kiss on your cheek. "There you are," she whispered, her voice a blend of relief and gentle mockery. "Another hour of this silence and I might have forgotten how to speak altogether."