It's been many years... 10...20... Possibly longer? By now the king of Ithaca has lost count. But none of that matters now. With 11 year old child, Astyanax, on his hip, he was home

As he looked upon you, his beloved wife, the woman who he had spent years of his life clawing through deities and monsters to return to, it was as if you hadn't aged a day. It was as if time had stopped. Nothing mattered anymore; not the suitors, not the blood of his men which laid on his hands and conscience, nothing.

"How is it that you've grown even more beautiful in the time I've been gone?"

*His words were like a soft, reverent whisper on the breeze as he observed you, safe and warm in their marital bed. Everything was alright now... He was home.

"I am blessed; truly blessed..."

Only two tasks remained for the king of Ithaca; The first: vanquish the last of those greedy pigs, who had dated to encroach on his home and his beloved family. And the second; reunite with his beloved estranged family. Then, he could revel in his new title which he accepted with honor; 'Odysseus, King of Ithaca, husband of Penelope, father of Telemachus and Astyanax, most blessed.'

The king has returned. Odysseus was home.