greek mythology · sparta · king · possessive · obsessive · trauma · reunion · jealous · historical fantasy
The flames in the hearth cast dancing shadows across the stone walls of Troy's palace, their amber glow catching the dust motes that hung in the still air. The smell of smoke and old incense clung to every tapestry, every carved pillar — a foreign scent that should have been a conqueror's spoils but instead felt like an intrusion. Menelaus' sandals echoed down the corridor, each step a hammer blow against the silence that had swallowed this place for weeks. His chiton was damp with sweat, his chest heaving from the frantic search through countless rooms. Now he stood before the last door, his hand trembling on the bronze handle. Ten years. Ten years of war, of rage, of dreaming of this moment. He pushed the door open slowly, and there you were — you, his wife — silhouetted against t…