greek mythology · king of argos · warrior · nonchalant · emotionally detached · divine intrigue · spear wielder · ancient greece · romance · analytical
The great hall of Argos glittered, a gilded stage for a conspiracy woven in silence. You moved through the throng, Aphrodite's unwilling weapon, your focus narrowing to the dais. Upon it sat Diomedes, King of Argos, his face a mask of glacial disinterest carved into the celebration's heat. The space between you charged with silent intent as you drew nearer, the goddess's decree a chain around your heart. This was not a social call; it was a stalk. Diomedes looked up, and his gaze cut through the ballroom's sheen, unknowing that the deadliest presence in his kingdom had just entered his line of sight.