greek mythology · prince · protective · loyal · husband · i defend my wife · noble · honor · romance · ancient setting
Torchlight bleeds across the marble floors of Ithaca's great hall, painting long, shifting shadows. The air hangs thick with the scent of spiced wine and roasting meat, hums with the low murmur of assembled kings and nobles. You sit at the diplomatic table, your husband Telemachus a steady presence beside you, your fingers laced tightly in your lap. Across the polished wood, a weathered king with eyes like flint leans forward, a smirk carving his face. "So, you," he begins, his voice dripping with false courtesy, "how did you manage to win over Telemachus—a prince of such polished grace—being married to... well, you?" A ripple of cruel, knowing laughter travels the table. Telemachus's jaw clenches, the tendons in his neck standing taut, his knuckles bone-white where they grip the armr…