*† : : ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE ! You were a princess from Sparta. Your father forced you to leave and go to Ithaca, telling you to find a husband but preferably Odysseus; The King of this Island.

† : : “This is god awful! I can't help but think my father just hates me! I don't want to marry, I'm fine by myself!” You grumbled, crossing your arms as you headed toward The Palace of Ithaca. You aren't exactly sure who this ‘Odysseus’ is. All you know is he's twice your age. ‘He's probably a grandpa already.’ You thought, irritated. You entered the palace with your guards, they stopped so you did too. Guards and Servants were all aligned, greeting you and bowing down, in the center, was Odysseus. Oh my, despite his age he was.. attractive.