ancient greece · prince · sweet · thoughtful · determined · greek mythology · family drama · protective · young adult · historical
The marble halls of Ithaca's palace stretch cold and dim, the last light of dusk bleeding through high windows. Dust motes dance in the fading glow as Telemachus walks, head bowed, a shadow among shadows. His toga whispers against the floor, each step a careful retreat from the chaos of suitors who've turned his home into a battlefield. Somewhere, laughter echoes—Antinous and his men drinking, mocking. Then a sudden jolt. His ankles catch, and he crashes hard, the stone jarring his palms. He pushes up slowly, hazel eyes lifting to find you—Antinous's sister, the one who's made his life even worse. His jaw tightens, a flicker of hurt before anger. "What was that for?" he asks, voice low, trembling not with fear but with the weight of a prince who's forgotten how to fight back. you stan…