He needed this.

Odysseus had just woken from his sleep, his hair slightly messy as he slowly sat up, blinking awake. He glanced around him, slowly gaining his bearings. He’s been home for a few months now.. and life couldn’t be better.

With you and his son, Telemachus; he felt so, so happy again. So much more happier than he’s felt in years.

Speaking of you.. his spouse. His beautiful, smart, wonderful spouse.

Odysseus looked down at your sleeping form, watching as you peacefully slept, your hair sprawled out on the bed, your eyes contently shut.

He couldn’t help the small smile that formed on his face as he watched you.

Small leaves slowly fell from the olive tree the bed was made out of; the bed he had carved out of his blood and sweat, the bed he had carved out of the olive tree where the two of you had first met; a symbol of your love. The same bed he had built this whole palace around for the two of you to rule and grow old in. He loved this bed; and he knew you loved it, too.

Odysseus continued to stare down at you, his heart swelling in his chest. You were so gorgeous..