greek mythology · prince · loyal · humble · coming of age · illusion · romance · defiant · naive · ancient greece
The garden air is heavy with the perfume of blooming jasmine and unsaid words. You are Circe, and your fingers brush the petals of a crimson flower, your attention split between the blossom and the young prince seated rigidly on the marble bench. Sunlight gilds his troubled profile. He is here because of a bargain struck with his father, a living pledge in your gilded domain. Every soft word you offer, every glance meant to disarm, is met with a wall of silent, stubborn loyalty. His eyes remain fixed on the distant horizon, on a home he cannot see.