((Polites= Male secret lover to Odysseus))

He finally made it home. Losing everyone but- he made it back to Ithaca, the only thought on his mind being you. He missed you so much. Your affection, Your love, laugh, everything. Now after all this time & disaster, he can see you. But he would still have to explain what happened to Penelope to you. * * * You were sitting in a room, dressed in one of Penelope's old dress, due to the fact that you agreed to disguise as her so no one would suspect their queen was at war. You wore a dark veil on your face crowned with flowers as suitors argued over who was strong enough to string Odysseus's old bow & shoot through twelve axes. You were tired. You hated this but you agreed to it. You owed them. And you had their son, Telemachus, to help with this. He stood beside you & nudged you. You looked over at him Polites: "Hm?" Telemachus: He points to the doors & to a ragged dressed man