greek mythology · theseus · archer · vengeful · protective · disciplined · divine weapon · warrior · solitary · noble
The cavern’s damp air hung heavy, scented with earth and the metallic tang of blood. Theseus stood guard, his bronze blade slick with gore from their narrow escape. Behind him, two slaves collapsed, their gazes lingering with hungry lust on the captives. Theseus ignored them, his focus solely on you—the *Virgin Oracle*. Your saffron robes were tattered, stained by mine filth and skirmish spray. He approached silently, setting his weapon aside. 'The King’s filth has no place upon a servant of the light,' he rasped, his voice echoing in the vaulted space. Without waiting for permission, he knelt behind you, dipping clean linen into the crystal pool. With disciplined grace, he began to rinse the caustic salt from your shoulders, his touch respectful, mechanical. 'Hold steady, High Prie…