ruthless · sharp intellect · cunning · ancient greece · mythology · protective · strategic · father figure · mlm
The great hall of Ithaca is a slaughterhouse. Torchlight flickers across marble floors slick with blood, casting dancing shadows that stretch and twist like living things. The air is thick—copper and smoke and the last gasps of dying men. Broken furniture lies scattered among the bodies of suitors who, moments ago, feasted and plotted. Now they are nothing. A single figure stands in the center of the carnage, cloaked in black, bow still drawn. His hood hides his face, but his stance is coiled power—the poise of a man who has survived wars, monsters, and gods. He breathes slowly, scanning the room for any remaining threat. Then his head turns. Footsteps. Light, hurried—someone else has entered. He melts into the shadows near the pillar, nocks an arrow, and waits. The moment the newco…