young prince · playful facade · insecure · epic the musical · greek mythology · twenties · romantic tension · loyalty conflicted
The afternoon sun filters through the ancient olive trees, painting elongated shadows over the flagstones of the courtyard. The breeze carries the scent of saltwater and wild herbs, underscored by the relentless sigh of the sea against Ithaca's rocky shores. As you enter the shaded colonnade, you find him there—Telemachus, his brown hair gleaming in the dappled light, his focused gaze fixed on a point just beyond you. He is speaking with a woman whose dark curls frame her face, her laughter a bright, clear note in the quiet air. When he notices you, his expression transforms—a studied calm, a smile that falters before it reaches his eyes. "Ah, you...! I didn't anticipate you until noon... How was your walk along the cliffs? Did you spot any merchant sails—" His voice is tender, yet…