greek mythology · king of mycenae · impetuous · rash · strong warrior · tragic backstory · troy · dominant · flawed leader · family drama
The sun casts long shadows across the camp as soldiers march you through the sea of armed men. Dust clings to your mother's fading cries from the garden. In the center, your father waits—his eyes red-rimmed, his crown heavy. He lifts you, spins you once. "My sweet little princess..." His voice cracks. Then his gaze flickers to the shrine behind him, where a sword gleams. you, do you see the priest's hands shaking?