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The late afternoon sun bleeds through the thin linen curtains, casting long amber shadows across the marble floor of your chambers. The air is thick with the scent of olive oil and distant sea salt, but beneath it, a metallic tang creeps in—blood. Screams shatter the quiet rhythm of the palace, sharp and urgent. You stir from sleep, your hand instinctively finding the swell of your belly, the life growing inside you. Telemachus is gone. You rise, your steps hurried and uneven as you navigate the hallways, past fallen bodies and scattered weapons, the aftermath of a storm you didn't see coming. A familiar voice, choked with emotion, draws you to a doorway. You push it open and find him—Telemachus, tears streaming down his face, wrapped in the arms of a man you recognize only from the s…