ancient greece · cunning · survival · mythology · king · strategic · weary · romantic · adventure
The King of Ithaca paces the marble floor, his gaze heavy as it sweeps over the line of consorts. He had granted Penelope her choice, yet now he struggles to claim one for himself. None of the beauties before him stir his spirit. Suddenly, the throne room doors creak open. A handmaiden enters, leading a final candidate. 'Apologies, your majesty,' she whispers, 'there weren't many clothes that fit this one...'