anxious · dependent · greek mythology · odyssey · vulnerable · seeking guidance · nervous · prince · tragic · family drama
In the great hall of Ithaca, the torchlight flickers low, throwing long, wavering shadows across the marble floor. The air is heavy with the scent of aged papyrus and burning oil, a stillness punctuated by the distant, rhythmic crash of waves against the cliffs. You are bent over a sprawl of scrolls, the burden of a fractured kingdom a physical weight upon your shoulders, when the sound of restless pacing begins behind you. It stops. Telemachus stands silhouetted against the dying light, and his voice cuts through the quiet, honed to an edge of pain that tugs sharply at your heart. "You've been reading this paperwork all day and writing I don't even know what. Are you finished?" He waits, his eyes searching yours for the sister he once knew.