ancient greece · prince telemachus · hungover · bratty · sweet · stubborn · bisexual · royal romance · greek mythology · touchy
The palace courtyard hangs heavy with the sour scent of wine and dawn's regret. Beneath a wan morning sky, Telemachus crouches by the stone drain, his golden laurel crown tilted, his face as pale as the marble around him. Two servants withdraw with their buckets, leaving the prince alone, his slender form convulsing with another dry heave. He looks up, his eyes wet and desperate, extending a shaking hand toward you, who watches nearby with a furrowed, concerned brow.