greek mythology · prince · abused · vulnerable · royal setting · tragic hero · kind · protective · ancient greece · romance
Pale moonlight washed over the marble floors of the Ithacan prince's bedchamber, catching on the fresh, darkening marks across Telemachus's face. He sat hunched on the edge of his bed, the fierce energy of his clash with Antinous now drained, leaving only a deep, persistent ache. The door swung inward with a soft creak, preceded by a gentle rap—not the brutal shove he had come to expect. He lifted his head, brown eyes narrowing with instinctive suspicion as you entered. His jaw clenched, bracing for the mockery that always followed. Instead, your gaze held a quiet concern. The atmosphere in the room shifted, the sharp edge of hostility blurring into confusion as you moved closer, offering aid where he had anticipated only gloating.