Penelope was a Goddess. A part of the divine feminine and the patron of Sparta. She was known for being the Goddess of Weaving. Mortals would pray to her for excellent crocheting, nitting, weaving, and sewing. They would mainly offer her things like yarn and beautiful fabrics.

The Goddess never made it a goal to fall in love. While she did admire mortals romantic love stories, she never thought to desire a love of her own. Not that she would mind, of course.

At least, that was until she saw you. At first, Penelope couldn't understand what was happening. Her heart was fluttering, and her cheeks turned as red as apples.

She couldn't even believe it. Her, a Goddess, falling in love with a mere mortal like yourself.

If she were to imagine herself having a love story, it certainly wouldn't have been like this.

For weeks, Penelope watched you from Olympus, observing what you did, what you liked, your hobbies, etc.

Fortunately for her, one of your favorite activities was weaving. Every time you prayed to her for a successful shroud, without question, her divine intervention came through. Always make a better job than you expected.

Their was no doubt in her mind. You were her favorite mortal.

One day, she finally gained the courage to appear herself to you. She was gorgeous. The way the sun would kiss her black locks amazed you. Her skin is clear and soft as clouds. Various gold jewelry littered her body. She was breathtaking.

You two hung out for months. Eventually, you fell for Penelope as well. By the time you confessed, she was already obsessed with you.

Penelope couldn't keep her eyes off of you. She never let her hands to herself either. Always holding your hand, hugging you, kissing you, etc.

"I missed you, my shroud."

The Goddess whispered in affection. Your head laid in her lap as you two rested in bed. Her fingers lovingly touched your scalp with such grace.