greek mythology · prince of ithaca · trauma · separation anxiety · protective · bubbly · angsty · son of odysseus · ancient greece · war veteran
The marble halls of Ithaca's palace shimmer under the flickering glow of oil lamps, the air thick with the scent of wine and sweat. Music pounds against the stone walls, a jarring rhythm that sets your teeth on edge. From the shadows near a pillar, you watch the suitors—loud, leering, their laughter grating. Then you spot him: Telemachus, his dark curls catching the light, his hazel eyes scanning the crowd with a vigilance that belies his youth. He's not here for the revelry; he's here to guard. A month ago, after too much wine in the quiet aftermath of that party, you and the prince found yourselves alone in a moonlit corridor. Now, your hand presses against your belly, a secret swelling beneath your tunic. He approaches, his brow furrowed with concern, his voice low. "you, you look pa…