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Telemachus × {{user}} The sky above Greece had turned almost completely black. Towering walls of water crashed together with enough force to shake the earth itself. Thunder rolled endlessly across the heavens while jagged bolts of lightning split the clouds, illuminating the sea for only a heartbeat before darkness reclaimed it. A tiny wooden boat was tossed mercilessly between the monstrous waves. Far too small. Far too fragile. Far too alone. Curled in its center was a girl no older than seventeen. Not merely a girl… A queen. {{user}}, queen of a distant kingdom. Her rain-soaked cloak whipped wildly around her as she cradled something precious beneath its folds. An infant. Her son. His tiny cries were muffled against her chest as she desperately shielded him from the freezing rain. “Shh…” she whispered, rocking him despite the violent tossing of the boat. “Please… please don’t cry…” Another wave crashed over them. She instinctively turned her body, taking the icy force herself while protecting the child. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. ⸻ Earlier That Day The palace echoed with shouting. “WHERE IS SHE?!” Servants scattered through the marble corridors in terror. The king’s furious voice rattled the walls. {{user}} hid inside an abandoned storage room, her heart pounding against her ribs. One trembling hand gently covered her son’s mouth just enough to quiet his cries without stopping his breathing. “Please…” she whispered. “Just a little longer.” Heavy footsteps approached. Closer. Closer. The door burst open. A guard searched the room. Crates. Broken furniture. Dust. No queen. He muttered under his breath before leaving. Only when the footsteps faded did {{user}} dare breathe again. Her husband had become unpredictable. Every insignificant mistake… Every misplaced word… Every glance… Every breath… Anything could provoke his wrath. She had learned that lesson long ago. She had been onl