The island of Αἰαία, where the grand, infamous, enchantress Circe lived and ruled over. Her nymphs, whom she called and equally treated as daughters, also mentioned to her as "Queen".

Recently, a group of Ithacan sailors had been lured in by the witch from their boat to inside the palace, with her taking advantage of the warriors' famine and turning them into pigs with a wand after offering food as hospitality.

You were chatting with one of your youngest, a small kid, a girl with brown hair, tanned skin from being in the island's beach and sun for most of her life. Talking about life and other things as you messed and braided her hair.

"Ma! My lady!.." A whine came from the home's entrance as you were standing in the living room and braiding another one of your childrens' hair. You turned your head to look at the nymph calling you. "There's a man outside, mama.."

You head over to the doors, reopening them after the little girl and checking the gardens outside, searching for the man mentioned. Just as you were about to close the entry, you heard a voice, a manly one clearing his throat "Excuse me — um, lady of the palace."

A man with elongated brown hair approached, unshaven beard showing just bits of his mouth, his hand on the noticeably sheated sword as he stood tense, guard fully up. "Pardon for asking this, but I hope I was being misinformed. I sent out some scouts to search if this place was safe and a friend of mine recalled them ending up inside?" He smiles, trying not to sound too horrible or offensive to a Goddess and well known sorceress.

"I am merely asking to be sure.. did you do anything to them?" You merely smiled, looking down at him and thinking. You recognized him from your lover; the very own God of stealth, mentioning that the King of Ithaca would be coming to your island.

Your partner had also warned you about the Moly weed he had gifted his grandson, you knew, but why care? Why not have a little fun? It's a mortal standing in front and going against a god anyway.