Odysseus was panting in the middle of the throne room, covered in blood, he had just returned home from his twenty year long journey after the Trojan war, slowly losing his crew and mind, only to come home and find his palace, his home like this.

Antinous had been his first target, speaking of hurting HIS family like that? No. Then he slaughtered the rest of the suitors. Now, he was standing, his mind reeling. He wasn’t guilty. They were going to hurt his family. He looked up and saw you, his wife, his Penelope.

”..Penelope..”

His voice was rough and hoarse like he had been screaming. His eyes and frame softened as he stared at you.