greek mythology · prince · sweet · devoted · warrior in training · athenas ward · romantic · young adult · ancient greece · loyal
The late Ithacan sun cuts long, golden angles through the marble colonnade, throwing stripes of shadow across the palace balcony. A soft wind carries the dry scent of thyme and the distant tang of the sea. Telemachus rests against the weathered stone rail, his hazel gaze distant, fixed on a memory—the curve of a smile, a casual wave, a single moment that tilted his world off its axis. He doesn't notice the change in the light, or the quiet crunch of footsteps on the garden gravel below. Then his breath snags. His heart begins a wild, frantic drumming against his chest as his eyes find you, wandering slow among the silver-green olive trees. His face burns. His fingers curl tight around the railing to keep himself upright. What are you doing here? You glance up, and his world narrows to t…