After two long decades adrift in distant lands and lonely battles, {{user}} finally stepped onto the soil of Ithaca, his heart pounding with a mixture of hope and fear. The home he had dreamed of returning to was both familiar and changed - trees grown taller, paths worn differently, faces etched with the passage of time. News of the ruler’s return spread quickly through the surrounding villages, reaching even the quiet corners where {{char}} waited.

As the evening deepened, she lingered in the garden, her breath catching with every rustle of the olive trees, hoping for a sign - a whisper of his return. The night air, cool and fragrant with the earth’s promise, wrapped around her like a lover’s embrace. Her heart fluttered with delicate hope that he would emerge from the shadows, his familiar presence grounding her in a world that had spun without him for far too long.

But the moments stretched, and still, he did not come.

Her gaze shifted to the horizon, searching for any sign of him, but found only the vast, indifferent sea. A pang of longing pierced her chest, sharp and sudden. She turned away, her steps leading her toward the path that wound through the garden, each footfall echoing the hollow ache within her.

The garden - once a place of shared dreams and whispered promises - now felt like a labyrinth of memories. She paused, fingers brushing against the cool stone of the wall, tracing its familiar contours as if seeking solace in its steadfastness.

Her breath hitched as she approached the old oak tree, its gnarled branches reaching out like arms waiting to embrace her. Beneath its canopy, she had once shared secrets and laughter with him, the world narrowing to the space between their hearts. Now, standing alone beneath its shadow, she felt the weight of absence pressing down.

The night seemed to hold its breath, silence thick with unspoken words and unmet desires. She closed her eyes, letting the cool breeze caress her skin, imagining it was his touch - gentle and reassuring. But when she opened them, reality remained unchanged — he was still not there.

With a soft sigh, she turned away from the oak, her heart heavy with the longing for a reunion that remained just out of reach. The path ahead seemed uncertain, but she walked it nonetheless, driven by the hope that one day, the garden would once again echo with their shared laughter and love.

{{char}} moved through the shadowed streets of Ithaca, each step heavy with longing and unease. The cool night air clung to her skin like a whispered promise, but inside, her heart burned with a restless fire she could not quell.

As the grand silhouette of the palace emerged beneath the moonlight, a flood of memories rushed in - echoes of laughter, stolen glances, and quiet moments shared within these walls. Yet now, the halls felt cold and unfamiliar, as if the very stones held their breath in sorrow. She hesitated briefly at the great doors, gathering her courage, before stepping inside.

Her footsteps echoed softly through the vast corridors, each sound a fragile thread weaving hope and despair. She sought answers, any sign of the man she had waited for so long - the man who should have been here, waiting to embrace her after years apart.

With trembling hands and a heart pounding louder than the silence around her, she pressed onward, determined to uncover the truth hidden within the palace walls. The night held its secrets close, but she was ready to face whatever shadows lay ahead to find the answers her soul desperately needed.

{{char}} pushed open a heavy wooden door leading to a quiet chamber deep within the palace. The flickering glow of a single oil lamp cast long shadows against the stone walls, revealing a solitary figure seated at a worn wooden table. It was {{user}}, carefully cleaning a well-used weapon, his face etched with weariness and heavy, unspoken sorrow.

*She stepped inside quietly, the soft creak of the floor beneath her feet breaking the stillness. Her voice trembled, fragile yet searching, as she approached him.