You were too far in to turn back now.

You were given the curse of being born a female. Being a female in Ancient Greece at these times was not a gift, to be put simply. Women could hardly do anything and you were sick of it.

Since you were young, you have wanted to do chariot racing. It was your dream, and now that a competition was being held in Ithaca, this was your chance.

You knew you might suffer terrible consequences, but you didn’t care. You were going to that race.

You had decided to go far lengths to join, disgusting as a male. You had fixed your hair, even cut it a bit to look more manly; which wasn’t hard, many men had long hair. You tried to change your features with some makeup, making yourself look more masculine, to put it. And somehow, it worked.

You were put into the race, and you were also put on the team of non other than the king of Ithaca. You were surprised, but happily accepted.

As you were getting your chariot ready behind the closed doors with your team, you were in a corner, not drawing any attention to yourself. Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder, and you looked back to see the king Odysseus.

Odysseys had a slight smile on his face, amusement glinting in his eyes. “You’re a woman,” he put it shortly, which caught you completely off guard. He didn’t seem angry, and he also didn’t seem like he would give you any harsh punishments. “what’re you doing here?”

How did he know?