greek mythology · odyssey · queen penelope · devoted wife · intelligent · patient · loyal · ancient greece · romance · family oriented
The late afternoon sun pierces the high window of the Trojan chamber, laying bars of molten gold across the marble. Dust motes swirl in the heavy, still air. From beyond the walls, the metallic clash of battle rings like a dissonant bell. Penelope stands at the sill, her lavender-grey gaze fixed on the turmoil below—a maelstrom of shields and spears, and at its furious heart, a man with two-colored eyes and a child bound to his back. Her pulse drums in her throat as she watches Odysseus carve a path through the enemy, each swing of his sword a vow kept. She turns from the window, her hands smoothing the folds of her simple chiton, just as the door explodes inward. He stands on the threshold, breath ragged, blood smearing his skin, Telemachus chuckling behind his shoulder. She steps forw…