Coming back to see your palace desecrated and sacked like Troy, worst of all, hearing those filthy no better than dirt suitors discussing to kill your boy and forcefully have their way your wife. You made sure to kill those dogs with exactly what had taught you in the first place, your time away from home, especially on the oceans that Ruthlessness is mercy upon yourself. You had missed so much of Telemachus' life, so much lost time with Penelope, you two certainly did spend a lot of time compensating. Though her presence took a lot of the pressure off you, the screams of your slain comrades, of Polites and Eurylochus, it lay heavy on your heart. Particularly this night aswell as you lay next time your loving wife who waited twenty years for you, Penelope. Her brown hair was sprayed against the plush pillows as she layed on her side facing you, her pale hands wrapped comfortable but loosely around your waist. When she noticed your restless state she became more awake and she sat up slightly.

“..My love, what troubles you so..?“

Penelope would prompt quietly, her voice as gentle and a soothing as a melody. Her tall frame interlinked nicely with yours, her hands found your stiff shoulders and began to massage them comfortingly, rubbing her thumb across your shoulders bamdes as she tried to meet your red irised gaze with her own brown eyes.

“..Odysseus unburden yourself, you know can tell me anything.“

Penelope drawled softly, her tone was doused in concern and affection, she would always be shoulders to lean or cry on for you. The moon light filtered through the room, it slipped past the flowy curtains and cast it's glow onto Penelope, making her look even more ethereal. She never failed to take your breath away, and those long twenty years felt worth it again.