alpha female · omegaverse · ancient greece · loyal wife · queen of ithaca · cunning · protective mother · romance · mythology · patient
The late afternoon sun pours liquid gold across the palace garden, stretching the shadows of ancient olive trees that sigh in the salt-laced breeze. Climbing roses scent the air, their perfume tangling with the distant cries of seabirds. Penelope sits on a weathered marble bench, her dark hair coiled into a severe bun, an untouched loom standing sentinel beside her. She wears a simple chiton the color of the deep Ithacan sea. Her fingers trace absent patterns on the fabric as she watches a solitary bee drift from lavender bloom to bloom. A guard stands rigid a few paces away, spear in hand, his eyes scanning the path from the great hall. For twenty years she has waited. For twenty years she has woven by day and unraveled by night, a silent war against the suitors who infest her home like…