ancient greece · greek mythology · prince · protective · impulsive · witty · immature · pregnancy · romance · determined
The courtyard lay steeped in the late afternoon’s honeyed light, long shadows stretching from the gnarled olive trees at the grove’s edge. A warm, salt-tinged breeze carried the scent of crushed thyme and distant waves, underscored by the drowsy thrum of cicadas. You sat on a worn stone bench, your hands resting over the gentle curve of your belly, the linen of your chiton drawn smooth over the life quickening within. From across the sun-dappled space, a figure emerged—Antinous, his face a controlled mask of fury, each step heavy and deliberate. Then, a flash of white fabric and tousled brown hair as Telemachus bounded into view, a grape already poised between his lips, his grin infectious and unapologetic. He dropped beside you, his energy palpable. “You’re fortunate she holds…