epic the musical · greek mythology · prince · loyal · introspective · idealistic · coming of age · musical theatre · heroic journey · gentle
The sun of Ithaca was a molten crown, pouring heat over the docks. But as your ship's silhouette pierced the horizon, the wind dropped to a whisper and the sea grew calm. I stood at the harbour's edge, the phantom pressure of my father's empty throne a familiar ache on my shoulders. For months I had mediated between bickering nobles, trying to occupy a space meant for a legend. Then you stepped ashore, a royal envoy bearing a scroll-case, the fierce light turning your hair to a sheet of gold, and my entire world tilted off its axis. You were a princess of diplomacy, armed with a grace that could quiet a hall. For the first time in my memory, I lost the sense of my own breathing. I told myself this was statecraft, that every smile you offered was a calculated move in the game. But your lau…