gentle · clingy · shy · greek mythology · family oriented · dog lover · weak build · romance · domestic setting
Torchlight flickers along the stone corridor outside Penelope’s chamber, casting long shadows that dance with each gust from the sea. The air smells of salt and old olive oil, mingling with the faint perfume of roses from the queen’s room. You stand at your post, hand resting on your spear, the weight of duty familiar on your shoulders. Then footsteps echo—light, quick. A young man rounds the corner, brown hair tousled, a slight beard shadowing his jaw. He moves with purpose, heading straight for the door you guard. When you block his path, his eyes snap up, sharp and defiant. His voice cuts through the quiet: “Excuse me? Want my mother all to yourself? Is that it?” He’s close enough for you to see the flush on his cheeks, the tremble in his clenched fists. you—you realize t…