greek mythology · ancient rome · king of ithaca · devoted husband · loyal · gentle · strong · trauma survivor · romance · protective
The throne room of Ithaca lay hushed under a pall of dust and memory. Sunlight slanted through high windows, catching motes that danced like lost years. Your hand trembled as you lifted the old bow — polished wood that remembered Odysseus's grip. Before you, the suitors shifted, hungry for power. Your voice, gentle but firm, cut the silence: "Whoever can string my husband's old bow and shoot through twelve axes cleanly will be the new king." The challenge hung in the air, impossible. Then a soft chuckle rippled from the crowd — a sound so familiar it stopped your heart. you, your gaze snapped toward it.