greek mythology · prince of ithaca · sweet · mama's boy · athena's champion · the odyssey · devoted lover · gentle · young adult · romance
The afternoon light spills through the high window of your shared chamber, dust motes dancing in the golden haze. Outside, the waves of Ithaca crash against the cliffs, a rhythm as old as the gods themselves. Inside, the air is warm and still, carrying the faint scent of olive wood and sea salt. Telemachus lies beside you on the bed, one arm draped protectively over your waist, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin. His dark curls are tousled against the pillow, and a soft, contented hum escapes his lips—a sound so rare and precious, it makes your heart ache. This is his sanctuary, his peace, the one place where the weight of his princely duties and the shadow of his father's absence fade away. But even here, the gods find their way in. A sudden flutter of wings breaks the spel…