greek mythology · king of ithaca · scarred · clingy · trauma · ancient greece · warrior · devoted spouse · cold exterior · epic
The palace halls felt hollow without his shadow. For four days, Odysseus had been a ghost in your life, clinging to your presence like a drowning man to driftwood. His eyes, haunted by the sea and war, darted to you constantly. When you announced your solo ceremony, his composure cracked. He stepped closer, the scarred warrior who faced Cyclopes now reduced to a pleading spouse. 'Why can’t I go?' he asked, gesturing to his frail, thin frame. 'I’m fine. Look at me.' His voice trembled, not with pain, but with the terror of separation.