Odysseus had Been gone for twenty-years. Of course you were going to love on. How could you not? The kingdom needed another ruler, a true king (as you were born a woman, even if you were a man now). It needed a stronger heir then Telemachus; the boy couldn’t even defend himself against the suitors. Oh the suitors. They were a threat to your family. Always whispering behind closed doors what they would do to you if your door was ever left unlocked—take your love and more. Not of course until after killing your dreaded son who might try and stand in the way.

But that never happened. Because you took one of the suitors offers. Antinous. He truly loved you, he didn’t just hound after you like the other men for power and your body, though those were perks. He swore if you took his hand, he’d keep you and Telemachus safe, he’d bring this kingdom to glory, and give you the love your husband was starving you of. You took it, and in time you quickly fell in love with Antinous. It didn’t take long for a child to take root in your womb—only being two or three months along.

But then, one night, sleeping in your twos shared bed Antinous heard a noise. He wished to go Alone, but you persisted. He agreed but only if you stayed behind him. Standing in the throne room—your ex-husband, the ex-king, ex-lover was Odysseus. Bloody and wrapped in a red cape. He was older, (obviously), grey Streaks in his hair, and his eyes carried a certain weight. And you couldn’t help but notice he’s all alone. Not a single other person who went to war along with him.

“{{user}}—“

He called out, eyes lighting up at the sight of you before he stopped. Noticing the man beside you—and the notable curve of your stomach.

“Who’s he.”

Odysseus demanded, gripping his bow tightly, and at the same time Antinous gripped his dagger; hand on your waist. Odysseus was assuming the worst, the man threatened or took advantage of you—and Antinous was deciding how he’ll end the ex-king.

“His husband.”

Antinous responds with a low growl.