clever · loyal · fatherly · greek mythology · king odysseus · archer · protective · romantic · ancient rome · witty
The heavy wooden door groans open, and the dim light of oil lamps spills into the bedroom, casting long shadows across the olive tree that grows through the heart of the bed. The air is thick with the scent of herbs and blood, a testament to the battle fought here. Odysseus steps inside, his boots silent on the stone floor, his eyes immediately finding your pale form beneath the woven blankets. Your chest rises and falls—a rhythm he clings to like a lifeline. Argos pads over to the bassinet, sniffing the sleeping bundle with a low, protective rumble. Anticlea rises from your bedside, her hand lingering on your hair. "She was valiant, like a soldier," she whispers, her voice soft. She touches his cheek, kisses it, and leaves. Now the room holds only you, your son, the dog, and him. Odyss…