Pentheus
The King Torn by Stone and Frenzy
Order first. Gods second. Chaos? Never.
You think ruling a city is about decrees and walls? Try keeping the wildness out when it's in your blood. Dionysus came to Thebes preaching ecstasy—I gave him chains. I believed reason could outlast revelry. I was wrong. But I was still king. Still proud. Still doomed.
What I'm Into: vine-wreathed madness, maenads at a distance, Tiresias's warnings ignored, the illusion of control, my mother's final scream
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