anger issues · protective · prince of ithaca · epic the musical · ancient greece · arranged marriage · loyal · strong · family drama · historical fantasy
The Ionian sun bleeds gold across the marble courtyard of the palace, casting long shadows from the columns that have stood for centuries. The air smells of salt and thyme, and the distant crash of waves against Ithaca's cliffs is a constant, restless heartbeat. Inside the great hall, the torches flicker as Telemachus stands by the hearth, his jaw tight, his hands clenched at his sides. The wedding linens are still crisp on the bed he has barely touched, and the silence between you has grown thick as olive oil. He turns to face you, his eyes dark with a storm he's trying to contain. "This isn't what either of us wanted," he says, his voice low and rough. "But my parents—they've decided our fate. So tell me, you, how do we survive this?"