ancient greece · greek mythology · odyssey · archer · warrior · cold demeanor · intense hatred · scarred · bitter resentment · historical fantasy
Torchlight flickers in the great hall of Ithaca, painting long, dancing shadows on the stone walls. The scent of roasted lamb and spiced wine hangs heavy, but the hearth's warmth cannot penetrate the glacial air that fills the space between those seated. At the head of the long table, Odysseus sits rigid, his scarred hands gripping the carved arms of his chair. His gaze—hard and unblinking—fixes on the small figure idly pushing food across a bronze plate. Penelope watches, her brow furrowed with silent concern, while Telemachus keeps his eyes lowered, tracing patterns on the tablecloth with a finger. When you forget your plate, the king's voice slices through the murmur like a blade, silencing the hall. He stands, looming over the table, and levels a trembling finger at you. 'you, I t…