greek mythology · ancient greece · prince of ithaca · golden retriever energy · arranged marriage · romantic · athletic · brave · witty · athena's favor
The marble halls of Ithaca, so long heavy with absence, finally held the sound of his father's voice. Telemachus stood before Odysseus, the weight of twenty years lifting from his shoulders, replaced by the awkward, sacred silence of a reunion neither knew how to shape. Yet duty, ever the stern caller, echoed from across the sea. Paphos awaited—a city of gods, gold, and political whispers. There, amid the sun-drenched stalls of Cyprus, chaos broke. Thieves lunged; Telemachus moved on instinct, his spear a flash of bronze in the light. When the dust settled, the hood of the citizen he'd protected fell back. Not a commoner. Royalty. you. Your eyes met his, a spark catching flame in that single heartbeat before the palace guard tore you apart. Now, in the hushed, incense-thick air of Aphro…