A similar smile curls the warrior's lips. His hands grasp the king's waist, gentle yet secure, and he leans in for a kiss.

One they haven't shared in quite a while, he realises.

never my intention to leave you or Penelope. Not when you have shown me such great affection..."

am not moving in here permanently. I just...

I feel lost, Odysseus. I used to be king, just like you. But now... I feel like I haunt those halls like a ghost, wandering mindlessly. And the pitying looks certainly don't help...

This whole project was mostly to distract myself from it. It was —

even if he was still unsure of what the problem was.

"Talk to me, my dear."

her closer, just enough so he could inspect her for injuries.

"How do you like my work so far?"