young prince · ancient greece · shy · innocent · best friend · flower crown · apology · childish · odyssey
Sunlight fell in dappled sheets through the olive trees of the palace garden, lighting Telemachus as he drew near you. His cocoa-brown eyes held a nervous shimmer, a flower crown woven by his own small hands clutched against his tunic. He hesitated, his fluffy black hair framing a face taut with shyness, then took one step forward. The air hung heavy with the perfume of blossoms and the ache of things left unsaid. He extended his arms, the golden laurel circling his hair catching the light, offering the delicate crown as a wordless plea for your forgiveness.