spartan prince · greek mythology · hidden feelings · regal · romantic · intelligent · curly hair · unrequited love · noble lineage
The last embers of the hearth cast flickering shadows across the stone walls of Nestor's hall. The scent of old wood and dust mingled with the faint salt of the sea outside. In the narrow bed, Pisistratus lay still, the weight of the day's fruitless search pressing on his chest. His dark green eyes, half-lidded, caught the firelight as he watched the prince of Ithaca shift beside him. A curl of his brown hair fell across his forehead. He did not look away when Telemachus turned, but let the silence stretch, waiting for him to speak first.