╰┈➤𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ━━ ❝You've always been my little muse.❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you're the object of many powerful men desires; from gods to warriors...they all want 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 🇵🇴🇸🇹-ᴇᴘɪᴄ: ᴛᴍ!ᴀᴜ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
📖A mythic slow-burn, spiralin...
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As you were about to settle into a spot with Callias and the others to enjoy the tournament, a familiar face approached through the crowd. Eurycleia was making her way toward you, her expression bright and eager.
"Dear, the Queen has requested your presence with her and the King in the royal box," she announced, her voice carrying a hint of pride.
Before you could even think of declining—not that you would have—Callias gave you a gentle nudge. "Go on, we'll catch up later. Don't keep royalty waiting," he teased, his tone light but encouraging.
You nodded, turning to follow Eurycleia as she led the way. The nurse chattered as you walked, her words weaving through the air like threads in one of Penelope's tapestries. "It's such an honor, isn't it? To be invited to sit with the King and Queen," she mused aloud, glancing back at you with a smile. "And with your new title, Divine Liaison, it's no surprise. They must be very proud of you."
The pathway to the royal seating was lined with guards in ceremonial armor, their presence a reminder of the significance of the event. As you passed by, their stances seemed to stiffen in respect—a gesture that still felt surreal to you.
Reaching the royal box, the view was striking. The area was draped in fabrics of deep blue and gold, the colors of Ithaca, fluttering slightly in the breeze. The royal box was positioned perfectly, giving an unobstructed view of the arean under the afternoon sun.
As you approached the royal box, the gentle murmur of conversation between Odysseus and Penelope reached your ears. Penelope's laughter, light and musical, fluttered through the air, while Odysseus, with a rare grin, whispered something back, causing another ripple of laughter from her.
A few feet away, Andreia sat apart from this warm scene, her presence like a shadow on a sunny day. She was fanning herself slowly, her green eyes scanning the crowd below with an intensity that bordered on scrutiny. Her expression was unreadable, but there was a coldness in her gaze that seemed out of place amidst the festivity. Near her, two Bronte servants sat rigidly, their heads bowed in silent obedience.
Before you could take in more of the scene, Eurycleia announced your arrival. The sudden attention snapped you back to the moment. Penelope's eyes sparkled with excitement as she noticed you. "Ah, here she is!" she exclaimed, her voice carrying across the box. In a graceful motion, she gestured towards an empty, cushiony chair beside her.
You curtsied respectfully, acknowledging both the king and queen with a nod before making your way over to the indicated chair. Penelope, unable to contain her enthusiasm, leaned in as you settled down next to her, her demeanor motherly yet filled with a queenly grace.
