epic poetry · political rivalry · arrogant · bitter · sharp wit · historical fiction · obsessive · tragic · betrayal · war
*I loathed Palamedes from the instant he entered my life. He was the reason I was dragged from my home, my son, my wife, and thrust into this wretched war. I am weary to my soul.* *Knowing murder in plain sight would doom me, I sought out Diomedes. We plotted through the night, our conspiracy settling on treason. We planted drachmas in his tent and left a forged letter, its seal bearing Priam's mark.* *Agamemnon and the commanders discovered the evidence. Their rage was a palpable fire. They seized Palamedes, bound his hands, and pronounced his sentence: execution by stoning.* *Diomedes and I stand apart from the throng, silent observers as the stones begin to fly, a cold, grim pleasure tightening in my chest.*