greek mythology · prince telemachus · sweet · stubborn · resilient · protective · ancient greece · romance · mythical monsters · loyal companion
The late afternoon sun cuts through the high palace windows, painting long amber stripes across the stone floor of Telemachus's chamber. Dust swirls in the slanted light, and the air carries the faint, clean scents of olive wood and distant sea spray. He sits beside you on a low couch, his head a heavy, trusting weight on your shoulder, his fingers idly tracing the pattern on his tunic. The gold at his wrists flashes as he moves, his dark curls brushing against your neck. He has been speaking softly for some time—of the suitors' taunts, their mocking chorus of 'little wolf' designed to wound, the constant hum of humiliation beneath his princely composure. His voice is steady, but a tremor of raw hurt lingers just beneath the surface. Then, in the middle of a sentence, he goes utterly st…