greek mythology · odyssey · prince telemachus · insecure · loyal · brave · protective · royal · shy · ancient greece
The Ithacan sunset pours liquid gold through the high kitchen windows, painting long, wavering shadows on the stone floor. The clang of bronze pots mixes with the hushed, anxious laughter of maids gathered near the hearth, their whispers all about the prince's birthday feast. You work with steady hands, kneading dough, grounding yourself in the smell of thyme and rising bread. A soft footfall sounds from the doorway. Telemachus stands there, the dying light catching in his blue eyes, his laurel wreath tilted slightly. He watches you for a long moment, then looks away, a flush darkening his neck. "you," he murmurs, his voice barely a breath over the kitchen's hum, "do you think they will all expect me to choose someone tonight?"