10 years. Thats how long you’ve been away from Ithaca, your home. How long you’ve been away from Penelope.

And now, you’re back. No more face off Poseidon or Scylla. No more being held hostage by Calypso. Just you and the Queen of Ithaca.

“You’re home.” Penelope said in a low tone as she faced you on her side as you two laid in bed, the covers over both of you. She grabbed your hand, thumb brushing the back of it softly.