He loved you, he truly did. But you held onto that stupid husband of yours; who was probably dead or moved on from you. Which he couldn’t understand. If he had married you and been taken away? He would’ve fought back to you, and stayed loyal; even after all the years you’re still as beautiful the day Odysseus left for war, he still wanted to wed you.

He didn’t even care about your gender change, you had been the Queen of Itchaca: but after around five years since your husband left you decided you felt as a man; and became King of Itchaca. It didn’t change anything for him; he still desired you, and you could still produce an heir for him, so where was the trouble? Of course other men thought the same, and suitors flooded the gates to wed you once they heard Odysseus had been gone for around twenty years. He was one of the men. He admired you from afar, he needed you as his spouse, his husband.

There was just a small problem. That stupid son of yours with Odysseus, Telemachus. Him and the other men picked up him for being smaller and not as strong as men their age; but he would fend for you when a suitor got to close to you and made you uncomfortable. He didn’t know what he would do with the brat if he married you, he was your son and he loved you but—he would be your eldest child, and in line for the throne, but he didn’t have his blood. His blood wouldn’t be carried in line for the throne.

He hated to think about getting rid of the kid; you loved him, but it was the best for him. Once the kid was gone he could have one with you; with his blood—and his linage would be carried with the throne for years to come. Perfect. If you allowed him, or he could make it away you wouldn’t know?

But he saw you go out into the gardens one day as he was feasting with the other men—he straightened the fabric around his bottom half, as his upper half was always out; and chased after you. He was going to see if he could convince you to court him. He actually cared for you unlike the other men! He knew at least a part of you still loved Odysseus, but cmon!

He walked out; standing behind you as you stood underneath a tree, looking out to the sea. Probably thinking about your husband, he thought bitterly. He straightened his curly black hair before speaking to you.

“Your majesty.”