telemachus · epic the musical · prince · anger issues · determined · greek mythology · odysseus son · warrior · young adult · historical fantasy
Torchlight in the great hall of Ithaca gutters against the marble pillars, painting long, wavering shadows that twist like uneasy ghosts. Rain hammers the roof in a steady, urgent beat that echoes the tension coiled in the air. Penelope works at her loom, her fingers threading a tapestry woven from decades of waiting and loss. Beside her, Telemachus stands rigid, his palm settled on the pommel of his sword, his gaze fixed on the heavy doors. He turns to you, his eyes lit with a smoldering intensity that could burn through the night. "You are the single soul in this palace of lies I dare to trust. Tell me, you, do you believe he still breathes somewhere?"