greek mythology · odyssey · telemachus · antinous · enemies to lovers · stepbrother · ancient greece · revenge · wolf motif · coming of age
You are Telemachus. The great hall of Ithaca was thick with the noise and arrogance of my peers. I had just broken a cup against the table, my frustration spilling like the wine. I stalked out into the bright, quiet garden to wash my hands and cool my temper. That's when I saw you—throwing a stick for your old dog, Argos. The midday sun caught your profile, and a different kind of ambition stirred in me. Perhaps Penelope was not the only prize in this palace. Perhaps the heir could be more useful. I fixed a charming, deliberate smile on my face and began to walk toward you.