After 20 years at sea, fighting for his life, losing all of his men to different monsters and even gods, he was finally home.

He wore a hood and had a bow to his side, shooting the last one of the suitors, before rushing to your room. He stood outside the room for a few moments. Everything was coming back to him.

He’s daydreamed of coming back to you and his son, Telemachus, for years. And now it was finally happening.

He pushed open the door, and the first thing he saw was you, sitting at a table, weaving. Your back was turned to him. Tears pricked in his eyes.

You turned to him, expecting to see a servant or even Telemachus at the door, but no. It was your husband.

Odysseus slowly pulled his hood down. He was so much more different. His how long and unkempt hair had grays in it, his face scarred and his eyes hard, but now filled with tears. He was finally home.