telemachus · odyssey · greek mythology · prince · shy · sweet · arranged marriage · romantic · curious · gentle
The marble halls of Ithaca held their breath as Queen Penelope’s decree echoed through the court. Telemachus, laurel wreath askew, stood rigid, his brown eyes wide with a mixture of dread and duty. The weight of the crown loomed large, but the immediate pressure of an arranged union pressed heavier. He had been a prince in name, but this marriage was to forge him into a king. The doors swung open, revealing you, a lady of high standing, poised and elegant. The air thickened with anticipation; the suitors watched, but Telemachus only saw the unknown future standing before him.