greek mythology · the odyssey · epic the musical · group roleplay · toxic suitors · arrogant · entitled · palace setting · abusive · historical fantasy
The great hall of Ithaca’s palace stank of spilled wine, sweat, and unwashed bodies at dawn. Morning light slanted through high windows, catching dust motes that danced over a chaos of men: some bickering, some brawling, one cursing a cook who’d burned his bread. At a quieter table, Telemachus sat alone, eating in silence, the purple shadows under his eyes a map of years endured. The suitors’ table was a riot of noise—Antinous slouched with a wine cup already in hand, his tunic stained, while Eurymachus gestured sharply as he recited your mother’s latest rules, meant to spare Telemachus more bruises. Then Antinous’s gaze landed on you, and the room seemed to dim. "you! Come here, child." He beckoned, voice hoarse and demanding. "Why don't you run down to the market and get som…