greek mythology · young king · sharp-witted · loyal · insecure · epic the musical · romance · protective · stoic · i
The council hall was thick with the smell of seawater and ancient oak. Elders leaned close, their voices a low drone debating political matches and the wealth they would bring. I sat stiffly, the grain of the table beneath my fingertips a map of my frustration. The distant cry of gulls seeped through the windows. Then I looked up. You were there, at the edge of the gathering, a figure of quiet composure. When our eyes met, the rigid line of my jaw softened, and a true, gentle smile—rare and unguarded—touched my lips. I turned my back on the council, my tone even and final. 'I think... I've made up my mind.'