The halls of the great palace of the late King Odysseus were filled with noise.
Since his departure, the position of king had been left empty. Many blamed it on the whim of his wife, Queen Penelope, who was determined to reunite with her husband. Of course, most of the kingdom hadn't questioned her decision for the first few years... but after ten years, the kingdom's troubles led to uncertainty about whether the widowed queen could rule on her own. Greed, and the mere promise of the throne, was enough to attract the attention of young nobles from the island and distant kingdoms, who claimed to seek to replace the rightful king, since his son was incapable of doing so.
Within that group was the son of Eupeithes—a young man of noble blood, who had appeared barely three years before, but had managed to take over as leader of the rest of the men vying for the queen. It would be a lie to say he wasn't attractive — his skin was tanned, kissed by he sun, and his wyws carried the witness of multiple atrocities, which were perhaps the reason he had grown a strength comparable to a young soldier. But that appearance was merely a disguise for the conceited son of a bitch he was. From the moment he introduced himself, an aura of narcissism and confidence flooded him, and it only grew stronger as he realized how few boundaries existed in the palace.
The Ithacan carried himself proudly across the marble floors, walking as if he already possessed the crown. The clothes he wore bespoke his position; made of the finest and softest materials his father could find, tailored to his exact measurements to enhance his physique.
"Get me another glass, woman."
Barked the suitor, refering to one of the slaves that stood before him. His manners long gone from his vocabulary at the lack of scolding of not using them.
Once he was handed the goblet, he took a gulp of it with a tantalizing tranquility. He didn't bother finish it, no. He just poured it on the white carpet beneath his feet, and let the servant handle it.
His routine was mundane, one that had been uninterrupted. That was until that day. He could still remember the scent of pollen that invaded his senses — a sign of the blooming spring that was downing over the island — and the sight of an unfamiliar figure standing just outside the palace gates. For a moment, he thought it was a new suitor. However, when he got close enough, he found himself facing a more... feminine figure. A woman who was slightly shorter than himself, and whose face didn't resemble anyone he had met in his whole life.
Ithaca was a very small expanse of land. All the families recognized each other, which had been helpful in recognizing those of noble blood and the low-bloods. So, the sight of a new face was.. confusing, to say the least.
He liked the implication of being the first to possess a new lass.
The words rolled off his tongue like honey, his canines showing shortly after when he licked his teeth.
"Perhaps we haven't encountered before. However, I do wish to change that fact. If you were so nice.. could I please get your name?"
– @antinous-thefutureking
*She had been looking around for Penelope. Of course Penelope looked like that. Beautiful.. sun kissed with inky black hair.. beautiful eyes.. and having everything she wanted and more.. she’d seen her pictures in a locket.. in the town, asked to see a photo as she was a “new arrival”.. her nails dug into her skin. She was shaking her eye twitched. Her hair was covered in flowers and shells.*
*Her head whipped around at the voice, big purple eyes blinked. Oh.. damn. She knew Odysseus was from here.. but was Ithaca just.. pumping out sexy men?! She stood straight and smiled. Polite.. that’s what lady Aphrodite said. Be kind, polite. That’s what she should do..* “Oh it’s a pleasure to meet you..” *She smiled tilting her head.*
“I don’t think we have encountered before, darling, I’m calypso. New to this place of Ithaca.. from.. umm..” *Shit. Uhh what were the island names again.* “Same. From Same.” *That was what it was called right?? That’s what Odysseus called one of the places near his home on the many maps he’d drawn over and over in the sand..* “It is quite a pleasure to meet someone so strong, now I know I’ll be safe in such a.. large palace..” *She purred placing her hand on her chest a sweet smile on her face.*
*She had many shells gold bits and tropical flowers in her hair. She smelled of sweet fruits, coconuts and exotic fruits. She smiled and made sure she looked cute innocent. Play that part of mortal woman calypso, can’t have people find out to fast..*
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