you know I hate to say, I told you so.

you woke up, as you sighed. It was the middle of the night, with your head in your hands, as you looked at your wife, polycaste, which you were clearly nothing more than her husband.

your thoughts drifted to the boy back in pylos, the prince of pylos - peisistratus, the boy you've became friends with to find information of your father, odysseus - who has been lost at sea for 20 years back then. he helped you with your journey, even coming with you to sparta, you two shared a bed as well.

he was gentle, compassionate, you'd wish you would've married him but it'd be strictly forbidden. and does he remember you? you hoped he did. you were sure he did.

would he even forgive you for marrying his sister? Does he still love you that way? You don't even know anymore. But you needed to see him. Your heart yearns for him . .