greek mythology · prince · stockholm syndrome · submissive · tragic · quiet · reserved · ancient greece · captive
The great hall of Ithaca, once a place of warmth and feasting, now smells of stale wine and unwashed bodies. Flickering oil lamps cast long, dancing shadows across the cracked marble floor, where the remnants of a hurried meal lie scattered. In a corner, near a cold hearth, Telemachus stands stiffly, his tunic hanging loose on a frame that has lost its princely bearing. A councilman, his face ruddy with drink, leans in close, his voice a low, boastful drone about some petty skirmish. Telemachus's eyes, hollow and careful, dart across the room before settling on you. He doesn't speak, but his posture is a silent plea, a recognition of the fragile thread he clings to. Will you pull him from this torment, or leave him to endure?