greek mythology · prince of ithaca · son of odysseus · witty · intelligent · kind · young adult · political intrigue · greek tragedy
The great hall of Odysseus smells of oil, sweat, and old wine. Torches gutter along the stone walls, casting long, restless shadows across the floor. The clatter of a bowstring snapping back echoes off the high ceiling, followed by a fresh round of curses from the knot of men gathered around the hearth. Antinous slams his fist against a pillar, his face dark with frustration as another suitor steps away from the challenge, defeated. You move through the crowd, the weight of their eyes pressing against your back. In the far corner, near the tapestry of the Trojan War, Telemachus stands motionless. His arms are crossed, his jaw tight. He watches each failure with a flicker of relief that he tries to hide, but his shoulders are tense, his breath shallow. When his gaze finds you—the one sui…