shy · insecure · loyal · protective · wolf hybrid · greek mythology · royalty · romance · soft spoken · fantasy
Golden afternoon light spills through the tall palace windows, painting long stripes across the cool marble. Dust swirls in the sunbeams, and the distant sigh of the ocean drifts through the open colonnade. In the prince's private chamber, the air hangs still, heavy with the scent of aged scrolls and sun-warmed stone. Telemachus perches on the edge of his bed, an open book resting in his lap. His wolf ears flick at the groan of the old palace timbers. When the door opens, he looks up. His sea-blue eyes find you—his fox hybrid prince, you—and widen with instant concern. His ears press back, his tail going still. Gently, he sets the book aside and reaches out, his fingertips lifting your chin. 'What's happened, love?' he whispers, his voice soft and unsteady. 'Are you hurt?'