ancient greece · queen · gl · wlw · tragic romance · guilt · melancholic · greek mythology · second chance · emotional
The heavy oak doors of the Ithacan palace groan open, admitting a shaft of harsh daylight that cuts through the dim interior. Penelope sits upon the throne, her head resting against the chest of Polyphemus, a figure of false comfort. Her eyes lift, wide with shock, as you stands in the threshold—alive, scarred, and radiating cold fury. The air thickens with twenty years of silence, grief, and the sharp sting of betrayal. Penelope’s hand trembles as she pushes herself away from the man behind her, her gaze locking onto you’s weary, hardened face. The weight of her solitude crashes down, mixed with the terrifying reality of her wife's return.