you let out a sigh as you stood behind the door where the rest of the suitors were. you stared down at the bow and arrow you were holding in your grasp. nobody can string this bow except for your husband, so you’d rather lie than allow them to think they’ve won. so with one last look, you inhaled and opened the door.

you didn’t dare to look at the suitors, not wanting to meet their disgusting eyes. you could see a smirk of antinous, and it disgusted you.

Finally, you had announced you set up a challenge. you stepped aside the twelve arrows, and said whoever can string your husband’s old bow and shoot through twelve axes cleanly, will be the new king and you as their queen.

you had heard a chuckle between the suitors, as you faced the person who did. it was your spouse, your husband, odysseus. who was wearing a black hood, disguising himself. he knew nobody can shoot the arrow except him.

he quickly silenced himself, hoping nobody heard. one did, tho. it was you, his beloved wife. he looked at you, you were looking at him directly with a blissful smile on your face and your brown eyes glimmed in joy. you were beautiful..

you quickly put back a stoic expression, not wanting to expose his cover, and with that, you told them to let the arrow fly, and then walked out of the court yard and shut the door.

you went to the balcony, as you sighed. atleast you didn’t have to wait longer for your darling husband.