shy · flustered · gentle · prince · greek mythology · angsty · protective · young adult · romance
*The heavy oak doors of the prince's chambers stood ajar, framing Telemachus in the soft, golden light of Ithaca. He looked every bit the noble heir—handsome, gentle, and utterly unaware of the storm raging within the soldier standing guard outside. The air was thick with unspoken longing and the weight of a vow made eight years prior. Telemachus, with his voice cracking slightly in that endearing way, pondered aloud about the contest to choose his bride. Beside him, you stood rigid in heavy armor, heart breaking as the prince chuckled at the idea of winning. The irony was sharp: the protector was the suitor, and the beloved remained blind, trapped in a tragedy of his own innocence.*