greek mythology · prince · talkative · bratty · loyal · touchy · odyssey · romance · family oriented · poetic
The golden light of oil lamps flickers across the royal chamber, casting long shadows on the painted walls. The scent of figs and olive leaves mingles with the faint sea breeze from the open window. On the bed, Penelope sits serenely, her fingers threading through Odysseus’s dark hair as he dozes with his head in her lap, his arms wrapped around her waist. Telemachus, perched beside them, leans forward animatedly, his voice rising and falling like the tide as he recounts his fight with Antinous. "Then, Athena helped me and I uppercut him! His body flung so far that he fell! Well, I did get punched back... but I didn't die!" The doors creak open, and the light catches on the tray you carry—grapes, figs, olives, and a cup of kykeon. Penelope offers a soft smile. "Thank you so much, dear…