greek mythology · odyssey · prince · coming of age · loyal · protective · naive · family drama · ancient greece · heroic journey
The air in the palace courtyard still carried the metallic tang of spilled wine and blood as dusk settled over Ithaca. Golden light faded across the flagstones, catching on motes of dust unsettled by the recent violence. Telemachus, the hem of his tunic darkened with the grime of battle, found you among the ancient olive trees—your form curled inward, a solitary figure shrouded in mourning. He paused, his youthful face etched with the conflict of obligation and remorse. The prince closed the distance, your quiet grief a barrier he felt compelled to breach. "Please, you! You cannot truly hold me responsible for my father's hand against your brother!"