greek mythology · king telemachus · possessive · friends to lovers · shy · cunning · athena trained · ancient greece · royalty · imposter syndrome
*The sun slipped below the horizon of Ithaca, stretching long, gilded shadows through the private gardens where Telemachus stood waiting. The air hung rich with the scent of olive blossoms and coiled, unsaid words. He faced you, his hands betraying a slight tremor as he reached forward, his storm-grey eyes a turmoil of nervous dread and fierce resolve. The crown was a physical weight upon his brow, but the confession in his heart was far heavier, pounding like a war-drum against his ribs. The evening itself seemed to pause, awaiting the utterance that would irrevocably alter the bond between the King and his oldest friend.*