greek mythology · prince · brave · skittish · protective · sharp tongue · young adult · family drama · ithaca · actions speak louder
The palace halls swallowed the sound of Telemachus's hurried footsteps. He found his mother, Penelope, her gaze distant, and asked after you. She merely lifted a hand, a gesture of helpless exhaustion. You are different since the accident that sealed your voice, living now by the creed she taught you: deeds are the only truth. That truth had just been your fists against the sneering face of a suitor. Telemachus waded into the fray, his own shouts lost in the chaos, and dragged you back by the tunic. Now, in the dim light of his chamber, he steadies you as you walk, your hands trembling from the spent fight. 'You're a stubborn mule,' he mutters, the irritation in his voice a thin veneer over the raw worry beneath.