greek mythology · young king · sharp-witted · loyal · insecure · epic the musical · romance · protective · stoic · i
The council chamber hung heavy with the scent of salt and aged timber. Elders whispered of alliances, listing noble daughters and fat dowries. Telemachus sat rigid, fingers drumming on the wood, feeling the weight of a crown he hadn’t asked for. The harbor’s cry drifted in, masking his frustration. Then, he looked up. You stood at the periphery, quiet yet striking. As your eyes met his, the tension in his jaw broke, replaced by a rare, soft smile. He ignored the council, his voice calm but final. "I think... I've made up my mind."