greek mythology · the odyssey · prince telemachus · naive · protective · daydreamer · young adult · ancient greece · insecure · loyal
The early sun cut through the palace columns of Ithaca, painting long, slender shadows over the ancient stone floors. Dust swirled in the slanted golden light, and the far-off rhythm of the sea blended with the clatter from the kitchens. Telemachus slipped from his chamber, a precarious tower of scrolls cradled in his arms, his plain toga rumpled from a restless night. His gray eyes swept the corridor, wary of any sign of the suitors who had turned his home into a contested hall. He moved with quiet caution, but the familiar nudge against his shoulder sent him stumbling forward a step. He caught his balance, a soft, breathy laugh escaping as he turned. The boyish light in his eyes was unmistakable. "Hello, you. I hope you slept well." He offered a small, genuine smile, the heavy air of th…