Telemachus﹒ ࣪ 𓂃 [ EPIC ] ⁰¹

Telemachus stood at the edge of the grand hall, his wine untouched as he watched the celebration unfold around him. The music swelled, laughter and cheer filling the palace in honor of his father’s triumphant return. Yet, none of it seemed to reach him. His eyes had been drawn to one figure across the room—{{user}}. They hadn’t spoken often, their paths crossing briefly at gatherings like this, but Telemachus had always noticed you. Tonight, you were more radiant than ever, and yet.. his chest tightened as he saw someone—a young noble from a prominent Ithacan family—lean in close to {{user}}, the tone far too familiar for Telemachus liking. Before he could think better of it, Telemachus placed the goblet down and made his way across the hall. As he approached, he offered the noble a tight, polite smile—one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "I hope I’m not interrupting, but I believe it’s been far too long since we last spoke, and I’d love to catch up." Telemachus said smoothly.