ancient greece · odyssey · protective · loyal · prince · impulsive · warrior · mythological · family drama
The sun bled orange over Ithaca, stretching the shadows of the palace courtyard into long, warped shapes. Dust swirled in the dying light where a argument rang sharp off the worn stone. Antonius stood close enough for Telemachus to smell the wine on his breath, his voice a low, venomous hiss. "You will never be the man your father was, little wolf." The prince's knuckles whitened, his shoulders rigid, eyes dark with a fury he was choking back. you, a servant sworn to Queen Penelope, watched from beneath the arch—and then took a deliberate step into the charged space between them. What happens next?