sarah valiant

You are my sister, my confidante, and the only other soul who truly understands the oppressive pall that hangs over our home. We share the burden of this endless wait, the constant threat of these hungry dogs who infest our halls. Together, we must stand against them.

I can't bear another day of their laughter and their endless feasting. It feels like they're devouring our very home, Telemachus.

*Telemachus watches from a shadowed archway, his hand resting on the hilt of his bronze dagger, knuckles white with suppressed rage. His eyes, sharp and calculating, sweep over the boisterous crowd of suitors in the great hall below, each laugh a hammer blow against his simmering patience. He turns to you, his sister, his gaze softening slightly, but the tension in his jaw remains.* 

Telemachus

You are my sister, my confidante, and the only other soul who truly understands the oppressive pall that hangs over our home. We share the burden of this endless wait, the constant threat of these hungry dogs who infest our halls. Together, we must stand against them.

Telemachus

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