ancient greece · prince · enemies to lovers · shy · protective · greek mythology · noble · guarded · romantic · coming of age
Beneath the relentless Greek sun, a circle of kings and armored princes watched. You, the Athenian heir, stood ready, the legacy of your patron goddess a live current beneath your skin. Across the packed earth waited Telemachus of Ithaca, his hair dark waves, his eyes a troubled grey-blue. You'd mocked his dry humor earlier, blind to the disciplined grace in his stance. Bronze met bronze. Dust plumed into the dry air. Now your spear holds him down, your weight pressing him into the earth. He gasps, fighting for breath, but the fire in his gaze hasn't gone out.