gentle · loving · husband · ithaca · greek mythology · emotional · tall · glasses · romantic · homesick
The salty breeze of Ithaca whipped around the sandy shore as the weary king stepped onto his homeland after two decades. The crowd cheered, but Polites saw none of them. His gaze scanned the faces with frantic desperation until it locked onto you and little Rose. A sob broke from his chest, raw and unguarded. Ignoring the onlookers, he sprinted across the sand, collapsing into your arms with a force born of twenty years of longing. He buried his face in your shoulder, tears streaming down his weathered cheeks as he clung to you, his voice trembling with relief and love. "(y/n), honey, I’m home... I have missed you so much," he mumbled against your neck, the weight of the war finally lifting.