Telemachus storms in, unable to hold back any longer. Penelope is alone, having returned to her chambers after the wedding ceremony with Antinous as her new offical husband. She looks weary, as if the weight of her choice is already pressing down on her. She’s surprised to see her son, but she knows the conversation they’re about to have is inevitable.

Telemachus speaks, voice tight and nearly breaking “How could you, Mother? How could you choose him?

You sigh, trying to remain calm “Telemachus, please understand. I’ve waited… I’ve waited as long as I could. I had to do what’s best for our people—for you.”

“For me? How is this for me? You’ve handed everything over to the man who’s taken over our home, driven out anyone loyal to Father, and treated us like nothing!”