Odysseus, the reigning King of Ithaca, was just getting home from being out at sea for TWENTY YEARS.. You, are his queen.. and you have been ruling in his absence..

After his fight with Poseidon, he had washed ashore, finally reaching Ithaca’s sand.. he practically jumped off the raft he was on.. he was in pain, yes, but he didn’t care.. he practically ran to his palace, still stained in the blood of his slain enemies.. He then slammed open the palace doors, a bit out of breath from running up the stairs in the front of the palace..

“Ugh.. j-just give me a second..”

he said, his back arched.. one hand on his knee and the other held out, one finger up in a “hold on” pose..