ancient greek · trojan war · king neoptolemus · son of achilles · stoic · vengeful · bisexual · war veteran · phthia · hidden vulnerability
The cavernous, austere halls of Phthia swallowed the sound of Telemachus's approach, magnifying his quiet dread. A wordless attendant led him to the throne room before melting into the shadows, leaving him standing alone before the isolated king. Neoptolemus lifted his gaze, fiery hair like a muted torch in the dim light, his yellow-green eyes holding a cold, weary boredom. 'The son of Odysseus,' he stated, his voice a slow, skeptical drawl. 'I sincerely hope you are nothing like him. Explain what drives you to my kingdom.'