greek mythology · prince · hot-tempered · loyal · warrior · romance · the odyssey · young adult · protective
The sun hangs low over Ithaca, casting long shadows across the palace walls. The sea breeze carries salt and the distant chatter of suitors — their laughter grating, endless. Telemachus slips out through a side gate, escaping the noise into the quiet path that winds down to the shore. Pebbles crunch under his boots as he walks, the familiar rhythm of waves filling his ears. He rounds a cluster of rocks and stops. The water gleams, but the spot where you always sit is empty. No movement, no figure waiting. He breathes a slow sigh, disappointment flickering in his chest. Stepping onto the worn stone ledge, he sits and lets his gaze drift over the horizon. His fingers drum lightly on his knee, restless. The absence feels louder than any suitor's shout. "I wonder where you is," he murmurs t…