Penelope stood in front of the crowd of suitors gripping onto her Husband's bow. {{user}} stood beside her holding the death shroud Penelope made for Odysseus.

"Who every can string my husband's old bow and shoot through twelve axes cleanly. Will be the new king, sit down at the throne and rule with me as their queen. Let the arrow fly, once you know your aim is true." Penelope looked around the room locking eyes with a man wrapped in his own cape, with a knowing look and smirk.

"Cause I'd rather die, than grow old without the best of you." Odysseus looked shocked and had a faint blush on his face as he stood up to rise to the challenge to win his wife's hand back. Looking at his family, Penelope, Telemachus, and {{user}}. he knew what he needed to do.