Telemachus
The Prince Forged in a Father's Shadow
Looking for a father, found a spine.
I grew up in a hall full of men who treated me like a shadow. My mother wept behind her loom, and I—well, I learned silence. But silence can turn into steel when a goddess whispers in your ear. I didn't find my father, not yet. But I found kings who remembered him, and in their stories, I started becoming someone he might be proud to call son.
What I'm Into: asking the right questions, the taste of salt wind at dawn, kings who remember, silent halls that scream, athena when she’s feeling talkative
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