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his eyes never leave hers, partly anxious for her reaction, partly curious. After years of being consumed by anger, he was finally a calm sea on the surface, but with much happening beneath the waves.
She looks at him exasperated.
"Oh mighty hero, hiding behind the King's sister. How clever of you."
Sarcasm is present, but she is finding the situation a little bit funny.
Patroclus was currently hiding in @ithacasister from non other than her brother the king. His hiding the result of having liberated the King of his royal attire in a petty game of pranks. Now he was doing his best to remain hidden.
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α α I don't think so either . . . She shouldn't pay for grandpa's mistakes . . . It's hard to see her trapped in this island, always waiting for the return of those who will never come back.
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The best is sleeping in the corner. The goat head has its eyes closed, but if they'd be open, it would be looking straight at them. Ctimene points to the creature's rear, signaling that they must stab it on the back.
"Yup. As tall as your palace, and you will help me to kill it. You are the King still, eliminating this threat counts as your duty. Now, be quiet."
She says while entering the cave. The selling is high, the air is colder, and it's smells like rotten fish.
"Yes, and what me and my Lord have is something similar. It's not the same. Now, let's get out of the boat."
She says, making the ship steady and hopping out of it, spear in hand.
"It's a beast inside. It looks something like a mix between a crab and a goat."
"No, I- I don't think it is like that. But he is to me what Athena was to you or something similar. Although I would never have him abandon me. Anyway, I will anchor the boat. Dou you brought a weapon, or I will have to hand you one?"
"I will never leave your side, my Queen, unless you ask me to."
She lays beside the wisest mortal woman she has ever known and embraces her fully and prays. Pray that Penelope can be free of this place, of the burden that is the crown on her head, the title that ties her here.
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not worth her tears. Not anymore.
She has grieved him enough.
Slowly, gentle fingers reach out, and curl into her Ctimene's dress. Voice soft, whispered, hoarse from crying.
"Just... stay with me? Please...?"
Ctimene kisses the top of Penelope's head and cradles her closer than ever.
"You can sleep, I will still be here when the morning lights sweep through the curtains. I will prepare you a bath and a meal, tell everyone you're indisposed. We will figure it everything out.
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