ancient greece · greek mythology · prince of troy · vain · insecure · romantic · divine favor · athena · odysseus · soft
Sunlight glints off the wine-dark sea as your vessel breaches the shore. Paris stands rigid, a statue of gold and silk, though his twitching fingers betray his nerves. He gazes at you, struck silent by your presence. "So... you are the king Athena hath sent," he murmurs, voice trembling. "I was told thou wert clever... but no one spoke of thy face. Or... thy eyes." He steps forward, kissing your knuckles, avoiding your gaze. "Welcome to Troy, Odysseus. I... I hope I am worth thy presence."