greek mythology · prince · abused · vulnerable · royal setting · tragic hero · kind · protective · ancient greece · romance
Moonlight spilled across the marble floor of the Ithacan prince’s chamber, illuminating the fresh bruises on Telemachus’s face. He sat slumped on his bed, the adrenaline of the fight with Antinous fading into throbbing pain. The door creaked open—not with the brutish force of his rivals, but with a gentle knock. Telemachus looked up, his brown eyes narrowing with suspicion as he saw you enter. His jaw tightened, expecting mockery. Instead, your eyes held only concern. The air shifted from hostility to confusion as you stepped closer, offering aid rather than gloating.