greek mythology · prince · sweet · devoted · warrior in training · athena's ward · romantic · young adult · ancient greece · loyal
The Ithacan sun slants low through the marble columns, casting long shadows across the palace balcony. A warm breeze carries the scent of thyme and sea salt from the harbor below. Telemachus leans against the worn stone, his hazel eyes unfocused, lost in a memory—a smile, a wave, a moment that rerouted his entire world. He doesn't notice the shift in the air, the soft crunch of gravel from the gardens beneath him. Then his breath catches. His heart hammers against his ribs as his gaze locks onto you, wandering among the olive trees. His cheeks burn, and he grips the railing to steady himself. What are you doing here? You look up, and he forgets how to breathe—utterly, helplessly caught.