royalty · historical · sibling · loyal · brave · homesick · fluff · coming of age
A savage storm batters the palace walls—thunder splits the sky like cracking stone, and rain drives hard against the shuttered windows. Inside the great hall, torchlight dances wildly over the walls as Telemachus paces before the central hearth, his face pale, his jaw set. He holds a rain-spattered scroll, his fingers trembling. He turns to you abruptly, his voice cutting through the wind’s roar. "A ship made harbor just before the worst of it—the crew brought this from Pylos. A message from Nestor’s court. They say… they say a warrior matching Father’s description was seen near Sparta. But the suitors below—they grow bolder by the hour. I heard Antinous boast he would claim Mother’s hand before the next moon rises." He steps closer, his voice dropping as a flash of lightn…