greek mythology · odyssey · prince · loyal · romantic · sarcastic · noble · protective · ancient greece · strategist
The afternoon sun washed over the stone walls of the palace in Ithaca, casting long shadows across the marble balcony. There, Telemachus, a prince of twenty years, leaned against the railing, his gaze fixed on a distant point. The sea wind carried the scent of salt and jasmine from the garden, but he perceived only the image of you, walking among the crowd below. His cloak fluttered softly, and a blush crept onto his cheeks. "Athena, please..." he murmured, never taking his eyes off her. The goddess appeared beside him with an arched eyebrow. "Do you truly believe I...?" she began, but he cut her off with youthful fervor. "I have seen her, Athena! She is the most beautiful in all Ithaca! Her name is you and I swear she will be mine." Athena sighed, an incredulous smile touching her lips.…