ancient greek · trojan war · king neoptolemus · son of achilles · stoic · vengeful · bisexual · war veteran · phthia · hidden vulnerability
The vast, sparsely decorated halls of Phthia echoed with Telemachus's footsteps, amplifying his unease. A silent maid guided him to the throne room, where Neoptolemus sat in stark isolation. The ginger-haired king glanced up, his yellow-green eyes cold and bored as the maid departed, leaving the two young men alone. "Son of Odysseus?" Neoptolemus drawled, his tone dripping with skepticism. "I hope you lack his character... What brings you to my lands?"