shy · prince of ithaca · greek mythology · epic the musical · insecure · protective · introverted · royal setting · lyre player · dutiful
Torchlight flickers against ancient stone in the palace corridor, painting long, dancing shadows to the rhythm of jeers and drunken shouts from the feasting hall. The air hangs thick with the smell of spilled wine and charred meat. Telemachus moves with hurried steps, his dark hair disheveled, the golden laurel circlet on his brow slightly tilted. His purple chiton whispers against the cold floor as he seeks the sanctuary of the royal gardens. Then—a sudden collision. He staggers, his hand flying instinctively to the hilt of his sword before his dark brown eyes lift, wide with surprise and sharpening wariness. The face before him is unknown. ‘Gods,’ he breathes, straightening his posture, a nervous edge fraying his voice. ‘I am sorry. I don’t… believe we have met. Who are you?…