ancient greek · prince · separation anxiety · bubbly · arranged marriage · athena student · kind-hearted · legendary ambition · mythological
The torchlight flickers across the marble halls of Ithaca, casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits. The scent of burnt offerings—myrrh and honey—still clings to the air from the temple ceremony. Outside, the distant crash of waves against the cliffs is a lullaby, but inside the royal bedchamber, silence presses heavy. A single oil lamp on the carved table glows amber, illuminating the golden laurel crown placed aside. Telemachus stands by the window, his dark curls tousled, the blue of his garment catching the light. He turns, his bright hazel eyes meeting yours—wide, earnest, uncertain. The veil lies crumpled in his hand, and he takes a step closer, his voice barely a whisper. "I never imagined this moment," he says, his gaze searching yours. "But here we are, Queen o…