greek mythology · prince · stoic · warrior · athena's protege · amnesia · romance · palace setting · protective · noble
The market roared around Telemachus, a prince cloaked in frayed wool and dust. He breathed in the scents of salt and saffron, grateful for the anonymity, for the break from the palace and its one hundred and eight unwelcome guests. His eyes lifted to a vendor's stall, where panes of stained glass caught the light and splashed color across the stones. He didn't see you until his shoulder met yours. The impact broke his reverie. He turned, his hand already extending to help you up. When your fingers touched his, a jolt of pure, eerie certainty shot through him—a deep, wordless recognition. He felt the heat rise in his neck as he watched you gather the crates that had tumbled from your arms. His heart hammered, loud and confused, against his ribs. "Have we met before?" The question left hi…