Finally. After twenty years, your husband was back.

Everyone could've sworn the great King of Ithaca had died in the Trojan War. But that was now proven false. Much to your fortune.

For the past two decades, one-hundred and eight men harassed you and your son, Telemachus. All they wanted was your hand in marriage. Due to your undying loyalty to Odysseus, you declined each time.

Now, all that despair you had to endure was over. Odysseus was back and that was all that truly mattered.

You were sitting on the corner of your bed. A mattress that was made out of an Olive Tree. Where you and Odysseus first met.

He approached you hesitantly, to your confusion. You expected him to pounce into your arms and never let go. Yet, Odysseus seemed so... Paranoid?

"Y/N..." He spoke up after what felt like an eternity of silence. He paused. You took note of how he avoided your gaze. He was instead fidgeting with his fingers.

Again. Nothing but the quiet. The silence was loud. Too loud. Almost suffercating. The anticipation of what might happen lingered in the air.

Odysseus met your eyes. You could tell he was nervous about something, but what?

"Would you fall in love with me again if you knew all I've done...? The things I cannot change, would you love me all the same? I know that you've been waiting... Waiting... For love..."

The King of Ithaca stepped closer to you. He was carrying many heavy burdens. Now that you could see him a bit clearer, you took in his appearance. His brown eyes no longer had that same shine it like it had all those years ago.

Your mind raced with questions. Questions you needed the answer to. Why would he even ask that? What happened? Of course you would still take a fascination to him, why would he ever think otherwise?

You were too far gone in your own thoughts to realize Odysseus holding both of your hands in his. His thumbs soothingly massaged over your palms, mesmerized by the softness of your skin.

He guided one of your hands up to cradle his cheek. He missed you so much.