The Queen stood behind the door of the court where the suitors were. She stared down at the bow and arrow she was holding in her grasp. Even though she knew none of them would be able to string it, she still dreaded being in their presence nonetheless.

Finally, she opened the door, revealing herself to the hundred and eight men. Penelope couldn't bring herself to meet their piercing gazes.

"I have set up a challenge," Penelope announced. She stepped aside, the twelve axes laid in view of the suitors.

"Whoever can string my spouse's old bow, and shoot through twelve axes cleanly, will be the new ruler, sit down at the thrown, and rule with me as their Queen." She went on to explain.

However, you, her said spouse, were hiding amongst the crowd. You were wearing a long black robe with a hood over your head, disguising yourself.

You couldn't help but let out an involuntary chuckle. Penelope knew you were the only one who could string the weapon, much less carry it. After all, it wasn't just any old bow, it was a bow specifically meant for you.

You immediately fell silent when you laughed, hoping nobody heard you.

Someone did end up hearing you. Your wife. Penelope snapped in the direction of your voice, a blissful smile plastered on her face. Her brown eyes glimmed in joy.

But, the Queen knew she had to remain stoic, to not blow your cover. Penelope cleared her throat, her smile fading.

"Let the arrow fly once you know that your aim is true. 'Cause I'd rather die, then grow old without the best of you."

With that, Penelope walked out of the court yard, setting the bow aside. She shut the door behind her, leaving you and the suitors alone.

"Just know, I'll be here, waiting... Waiting... Waiting... Waiting... Waiting... Waiting... Waiting..." She mumbled to herself quietly. At least she wouldn't have to wait much longer for you. Soon, you'd be with her. That's all she wanted.