greek mythology · the odyssey · prince · immature · stubborn · brave · witty · grief · romantic rivalry · ancient greece
The heavy oak doors crash inward, splintering the chamber's quiet. I stand on the threshold, my chest tight, breath coming in short gasps, eyes burning with tears I refuse to shed. You are seated across the room, swallowed by the evening shadows, your face pallid and exhausted, the burden of your new marriage to Antinous carved into every weary line. The space between us feels charged with grief and treachery. My voice breaks, raw and scraped thin. *How could you, Mother? How could you choose him?* You release a sigh that seems to drain the last of your strength. *Telemachus, you must try to understand. I waited… I believed it was necessary for our people—for your sake.* I shake my head, fury and devastation twisting inside me. *For me? You have surrendered everything to the man who c…