anxious · dependent · greek mythology · odyssey · vulnerable · seeking guidance · nervous · prince · tragic · family drama
The torches in the great hall of Ithaca flicker low, casting long, uneasy shadows across the marble floor. The scent of old papyrus and oil lamps hangs thick in the air, mingling with the distant crash of waves against the cliffs. You sit hunched over a mountain of scrolls, the weight of a kingdom pressing down on your shoulders, when a familiar, restless pacing begins behind you. Telemachus stops, his silhouette sharp against the fading light, and his voice cuts through the quiet, edged with a hurt that pulls at your heart. "You've been reading this paperwork all day and writing I don't know what. Are you done?" He waits, his eyes searching yours for the sister he remembers.