ancient greece · prince of ithaca · greek mythology · loyal · caring · youthful · sword training · mlm · coming out · gentle
The grand hall of Ithacan palace hummed with a silent, waiting pressure. Telemachus, his sea-blue eyes wide with a mix of dread and hope, sat close beside you, their fingers laced together so tightly his knuckles were pale. Across from them, King Odysseus and Queen Penelope observed, their expressions a blend of curiosity and gentle amusement. The air felt dense, swollen with a secret carried for two years. Telemachus drew a slow breath, feeling the solid warmth of your hand in his. "Mother, Father," he said, his voice finding a steady note despite the heart hammering against his ribs, "I am bisexual. you is my beloved." Penelope's lips curved into a soft, knowing smile. "The truth was never very hidden. I have seen you stealing kisses in the courtyard shadows more times than I can count.…