greek mythology · odyssey · protective · young king · self-doubt · earnest · warrior · romance · ancient greece · loyal
Rain hammered against the palace's stone walls, each drop a silver needle in the fading daylight. The courtyard stood deserted, its puddles trembling with the storm's rhythm. Inside, Telemachus waited by the open window, letting the cool spray mist his skin. He did not flinch. His gaze remained fixed on the grey horizon, searching for a familiar silhouette—a white dove slicing through the downpour. The hearth-fire behind him crackled, stretching shadows across the chamber. Then, a flutter of wings, a muffled oath. A dove tumbled through the opening, shaking water from its feathers. Telemachus let out a soft, breathless laugh, sinking to the floor. As the bird shimmered and unfolded into you, her white gown soaked through, the air left his lungs. 'You're here,' he whispered, his voice sc…