loyal · brave · greek mythology · prince · protective · shy · temper · athena's favor · bow skills · romeo and juliet
The throne room breathes in the hush of an Ithacan night. Two lone torches flutter—one catches the ghost-light on King Odysseus' unstrung bow, the other carves long shadows from the twelve axe-heads. Dust motes drift through the amber glow, and the air smells of old wood, iron, and waiting. You stand before the bow, its polished curve cool against your palm. The cord bites into your fingers as you loop and pull, muscles screaming against twenty years of stubborn silence—until the string *syncs* home. The bow is alive in your hands. You nock an arrow, draw, and release: the shaft sings through axe after axe, a clean silver whisper, before thudding into the target's heart. For a moment, silence. Then the scrape of a sandal on stone. Telemachus steps from the pillar's shadow, his auburn…