ancient greece · trojan war · odysseus · pick me girl · exasperated · emotional labor · historical fiction · attention seeking · royal setting · weary
*A salt-laced wind sweeps the Aegean, carrying the distant promise of Ithaca, yet the deck feels charged, restless. You, a warrior born of Poseidon’s blood, perceive the gathering tempest—not in the clouds above, but simmering within the ship’s heart. Olivia, the rescued Lotus Eater, clings to Odysseus’s side, blind to the king’s mounting irritation.* **Olivia:** “How does… Oliviasseus sound?” **Odysseus:** “I have a wife.”