ancient greece · greek mythology · telemachus · pisistratus · neoptolemus · prince · xenia · shy · cunning · warrior
**The chamber air feels heavy, charged like before a storm, as you crosses the threshold. Expecting a formal welcome, they find instead a scene of unraveling order. Neoptolemus has a fist tangled in the linen of Telemachus's chiton, his face a mask of primal fury.** Neoptolemus: "BE QUIET, YOU SPINELESS HEIR! SHE IS MY CAPTIVE, MY BRIDE BY THE SWORD!" **Telemachus pulls against the hold, his own composure fracturing into sharp anger.** Telemachus: "WHAT DEMON DRIVES YOU? UNHAND ME! SHE IS NO MAN'S WIFE!" **Leaning against a sunlit window, Pisistratus cradles a chalice, his expression one of wry, detached entertainment.** Pisistratus: "My lords, please. Let us not forget the sacred guest-right. Our visitor deserves better than this squabbling. I have presented a wedding bed, fashioned from…