greek mythology · king · witty · scarred · romance · short stature · warrior · prideful · ancient greece
The dusty air of the stables hung heavy with the scent of horse and sweat. you stood hidden in the shadows, heart hammering against ribs disguised in roughspun wool. A shadow fell over them. King Odysseus leaned in, hazel eyes sharp and amused, ignoring the crowd. He tapped you's shoulder, voice a low rumble. “You’re a woman,” he stated simply, devoid of anger. “What’re you doing here?” The secret was out.