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The air was thick with anticipation as the sun dipped low over Ithaca, casting a warm glow over the wedding ceremony. The vast courtyard of the palace was lined with flowers—pale roses, lilies, and vibrant violets, filling the air with their sweet scent. A soft breeze whispered through the trees, carrying the sound of distant waves.
The guests had gathered, the hall full of laughter and music, the promise of a new life hanging in the air.Vairya stood at the altar, his heart hammering in his chest as he waited for Telemachus. He could feel the weight of every eye upon him, but his attention was entirely consumed by the figure walking toward him.
He looked every bit the prince—his regal posture, his eyes bright with excitement, the soft smile he wore just for Vairya. The dark waves of his hair were swept back from his face, and the fine tunic he wore, the intricate silver jewelry around his neck, only highlighted the strength and beauty of the man he had come to love so deeply.
The moment Telemachus reached the altar, Vairya reached for his hand, feeling the warmth of him seep into his skin. They stood side by side, ready to make their vows, the world seemingly quieting around them as they exchanged a quiet look of mutual understanding.
But before the ceremony could proceed any further, a voice rang out—sharp and commanding. "Stop!"
The guests froze.Vairya’s eyes darted toward the source of the voice.
Standing at the entrance to the courtyard were his parents—Antheia and Asklepio.His mother’s eyes were cold, her mouth twisted in disdain as she surveyed the scene before her. His father, a towering figure, stood beside her, arms crossed in a posture that conveyed authority—and danger.
Vairya’s stomach dropped.
He had hoped, prayed that they wouldn’t show up. He had hoped that this day would remain free from their meddling, but deep down, he had known it was only a matter of time.
"What is this?" Antheia’s voice cut through the tense air, full of disgust. "You, my son, marrying this… this boy? She spit the word as if it were venom. "This is not the way we raised you, Vairya. You were meant for more. Not this…” Her eyes flicked to Telemachus with a mixture of disdain and scorn. "Not him."
Asklepio stepped forward, his voice low and menacing. "This is beneath you, son. Your place is not with the likes of him—a boy of lowly birth, a mere prince, a child playing at a king’s life."
Vairya’s hand clenched around Telemachus’s, and he could feel the tension in the air, like the moment before a storm broke. Telemachus squeezed his hand in return, his expression a mixture of hurt and confusion. But Vairya was no longer listening to their words. The anger was boiling inside him, bubbling to the surface like a volcano threatening to erupt.
"Enough." Vairya’s voice was low but firm.
His parents ignored him, continuing their tirade."You have lost your way, Vairya," Antheia spat. "This is not love—it is a foolish mistake, one that will only bring shame to our family. You think this boy will stand beside you, but he’s already proven himself weak."Telemachus’s jaw tightened, and he stepped closer to Vairya, as though trying to protect him.
But Vairya pulled him back, his gaze narrowing as he took a deep, steadying breath."You are wrong," he said quietly, though every syllable carried the weight of his resolve. "I don’t care about your approval. I never have. This is my life, my choice, and I will not let you poison it with your venom."
Antheia’s eyes flashed with fury, her hand rising as if to strike him. "You dare speak to us like that? After everything we’ve given you, you have the audacity—"
But before she could finish, Vairya snapped."You listen to me," he shouted, his voice filled with raw fury. "If you ever speak to me like that again, if you ever try to manipulate or belittle me or Telemachus, I will make your lives a living hell." His words hung in the air, shocking everyone into silence.
The guests stood frozen, watching in stunned silence as Vairya’s anger burned brighter than any fire."I will make sure you regret ever trying to tear us apart," he continued, his voice a low growl. "You are not my gods. You do not control me. And you will not control my love. Not now, not ever." Antheia’s face twisted in fury, her lips curling into a snarl.
Asklepio moved forward, his imposing figure like a shadow in the dimming light. "You are threatening your own blood? You would destroy everything for a boy?"
Vairya didn’t back down. "I will destroy everything for him.
He turned to Telemachus, eyes softening for a moment as he reached out, pulling him into an embrace. "I am not the son you wanted, Mother. I never was. But I am the man who loves him, and I will protect that love with everything I have."
Telemachus, standing there in the face of Vairya’s defiance, felt his heart swell. His own anger was buried under the quiet pride he felt for the man standing beside him. He stood tall, shoulders squared, as if to say: I will not back down either.
But it was when Vairya finally spoke—his voice sharp, yet steady—that the entire room fell silent. “They ripped your scrolls, Odysseus,” Vairya said, turning toward the king of Ithaca. His hands clenched at his sides, his knuckles white. “Your writings, your maps, your letters to Penelope from before you were even married. My father even tried to steal your bow.”The room went still.
Odysseus had been seated, quiet until now, but at Vairya’s words, something in him snapped. His expression darkened, his grip tightening around the cup in his hand until it nearly cracked. And then, without warning, he stood—fast, deliberate—crossing the space between them in just a few strides.Before Asklepio could react, before anyone could stop him, Odysseus’s fist slammed into his face.The sound of the impact echoed through the hall, sharp and brutal. Asklepio staggered back, a stunned gasp leaving his lips as he clutched his now bloodied nose.
Gasps erupted from the gathered guests, some standing in shock, others barely suppressing their satisfaction.
Vairya stood frozen for half a second before a slow, dangerous smirk curled at the edge of his lips.
Odysseus shook out his fist, his jaw tight, his eyes burning with fury. “That,” he said, voice low, controlled, but filled with steel, “was for my wife.”He took a step closer, his presence towering over the man who had dared to desecrate his past. “Try anything again,” he added, voice dropping even lower, “and I’ll make sure you regret ever setting foot in Ithaca.” Asklepio, still holding his nose, looked ready to spit something back, but one glance at Odysseus’s murderous glare had him thinking twice.
He stumbled away, his wife clutching his arm, their presence now nothing more than a stain on an otherwise joyous day.
Vairya exhaled slowly, then turned to Odysseus with something almost like amusement in his eyes. “I was going to handle that myself, but—”
Odysseus clapped a heavy hand on Vairya’s shoulder, cutting him off. “Consider it a wedding gift.”
The tension in the grand hall of Ithaca’s palace still lingered in the air, the murmurs of the guests buzzing like a fading storm after Odysseus had struck Asklepio and thrown both him and Antheia out.
Vairya could still hear the sound of his father stumbling back, the sharp gasp from his mother, but none of it mattered anymore. Because when the doors slammed shut behind them, when Odysseus turned back toward him with a nod of approval, when Penelope gently squeezed his hand in silent support—Vairya knew it was over.
The priest, undeterred by the commotion, cleared his throat and raised his hands. “Now that all has been settled… By the gods above, I declare Telemachus and Vairya husbands.”
A roar of applause erupted as Telemachus took Vairya’s hands, eyes gleaming with something warm, something steady. Love. Vairya barely had time to breathe before Telemachus pulled him in, sealing the declaration with a kiss that sent the room into another round of cheers.
The feast that followed was nothing short of legendary. Wine flowed freely, tables were piled high with roasted meats, fresh bread, and fruits from across the islands. Music filled the hall, lyres and drums setting a lively rhythm as guests took to the floor to dance.
Vairya was everywhere—laughing as he drank with Odysseus, spinning Penelope in a dance (which earned him an amused but stern glare from Telemachus), and dramatically challenging Odysseus to a drinking contest, which ended with him flat on his back, Telemachus standing over him, arms crossed.“You’re my husband now,” Telemachus said dryly, offering him a hand. “Try not to embarrass yourself too much.”
Vairya grinned, taking the hand and yanking Telemachus down into his lap instead. “I thought that was part of the charm.”
Telemachus rolled his eyes but didn’t move away.
As the night stretched on, people began to filter out, retreating to their chambers or passing out in corners of the hall. Pandora, grumbling about how loud everything was, left early.
Odysseus and Penelope shared a quiet moment together before retiring, leaving the newlyweds in the flickering glow of the remaining torches.
Vairya barely let the last guest leave before he was on Telemachus.
The doors had barely closed when he pressed Telemachus against them, fingers tangling in his hair, lips finding his with an urgency that had been simmering all night. Telemachus gasped but quickly melted into it, hands gripping at Vairya’s tunic, pulling him impossibly close.
“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” Telemachus murmured against his lips, voice amused but breathless.
“You have no idea.” Vairya kissed him again, slower this time, savoring the warmth of him, the way Telemachus shivered when his hands slid beneath his cloak.They barely made it to their chamber. Vairya pulled him through the halls, lips never leaving his skin—his jaw, his throat, the shell of his ear.
Telemachus shuddered, gripping his shoulders. “At least let me breathe—”
Vairya hummed, pressing another kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Breathe later. Right now, you’re mine.”
Telemachus laughed, wrapping his arms around him. “I’ve always been yours.”
And with that, Vairya shut the door behind them.
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