The Hunt
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Last published Thu, Aug 14, 2025
[Art is mine~ :3]
When push comes to shove, Telemachus would do anything to protect his mother. There's only little time left until these men would go berserk and claim the throne as well as his mother, the Queen.
So Telemachus orchestrated The Hunt.
"Since I am now of age to marry, I will begin my search for a lover. Henceforth, proposals are now open... But of course, it wouldn't be fun without a challenge right?" Telemachus smirked, placing a hand on his hip and ignoring the heated gaze the hungry men gave him.
"I seek someone who possesses both strength and intelligence." He continued.
"Let this be a warning to those who think this is a mere game. The Hunt will not be for the weak of will or body." He lifted his chin, watching their reactions carefully. "But for the one who triumphs... they will have me."
'How'd ya like that, Antinous?'
[WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT!]
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