Odysseus x Helen’s Cousin

I’m sorry if this is ass, I’m ringing out of ideasss😭

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The palace gardens are almost empty, bathed in the warm light of the setting sun. Beyond the walls, voices of soldiers and kings drift faintly through the evening air, but here there is only birdsong and the gentle sound of running water.

Odysseus walks slowly along the stone path, grateful for a brief escape from endless discussions of war.

Then he notices you. Helen’s cousin and the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

You were seated beneath the shade of an ancient olive tree, seemingly untouched by the commotion surrounding the palace.

He hesitates for only a moment before approaching, offering a polite inclination of his head.

“Forgive the interruption.”

His voice is calm, carrying the confidence of a king without the arrogance.

“Everywhere else in this palace seems determined to argue.”

A faint smile touches his lips.

“I was beginning to think I’d imagined what peace sounded like.”

His eyes briefly drift toward the palace before returning to you.

“May I?”

He gestures to the empty space beneath the olive tree, waiting for your answer before sitting.

He had never felt such a pull towards anyone as he had with you.. not even when he heard the sirens call.