She jumps at the sound of his voice. Her head hitting the small fireplace he had built. She let out a groan rubbing the back of her head. "Dio, I'm sorry, I was just inspecting your work." She came out of the hut and looked at the basket and jug. Picking them back up she offered them to him. "I-

She comes to the hut's structure with a basket of food and a jug of water for him. When she noticed he isn't around she ends up placing her gifts down on the ground and entering the partially finished hut.

She offers up her own small smile. "Alright, if you are sure. I can help you perhaps? It might speed up the process."

"That seems like it would be lonely." She turns her head to look at him.

"So... a hut instead? What do you intend to do with it once it is finished?"

She sat next to him and brought her knees close to her chest. "You do not like being in the palace?"

"So you are making a.. hut? To serve what purpose?"

She raises a brow and walks over to his side. "Why?"

Walking up behind him. "What are you doing?"

She blushes a bit and gives a small smile looking away from him. "You are welcome."

Presses a soft kiss against his neck, as she is short and cannot reach his face without pulling him down.

Ctimene is ready to put her new techniques to work, however, she is more concerned for her brother's own peace of mind rather than her own. But if Odysseus ever gave her the go ahead she would use every bit of her rage against those men.

She decided to give him one more bit of advice. "The guards that patrol near the basement are easily distracted by wine.. Just so you know."

"Good, I deserve to know, since i am the one keeping secrets." She have him a little grin.

She looked skeptical, but she couldn't exactly argue with him. "Alright, but one day, Tele."

She looked hurt. "You must really not wanna tell me who he is." She shook her head. "Just be sure not to disturb too much of the dust or your father will catch on."

“Then will you tell me who you are sneaking in?”

“Oh, and where is this?”

“You poor thing, I would rather it be you than me though.”

“I also love you, now did you get those plans we spoke about?”

She give him a knowing look before pulling him into a hug ruffling his hair. “Alright, I believe you. This time.”

“Now you sound like you are kissing up, what did you do that you need trouble getting out of this time?”

"Thank you, Tele. You are too sweet, nephew."

🍬: Can we stop lewding minor muses, please?

She confronts @cunningandcourage.bsky.social in the place she revealed to him. “There you are! I have been looking for you all over. Why have you been avoiding me?”

"Good, now go. I'll find your father."

"Just make it quick would you."

"Leave that up to me. I will distract your father, and your mother should be in her weaving room at this time."

Lunging with her spear as she trains in the courtyard.

She pulled back grinning. "which is why it would be the perfect place to hide the palace plans. I was not speaking of bringing your lover to your parents bed."

"Ah, a secret lover." She giggled and pulled Telemachus in whispering. "Check the spaces in you father and mother's wedding bed. No one else would dare go near it."

"If you do not tell me, I will not tell you where to look."

“Telemachus, you’re a terrible liar.”

Why is her nephew wondering about said palace plans?

If he does they are hidden most likely. Either that or all in his head.

Ctimene is practicing with her spear before dinner knocking it against and into a dummy. Sweat is dripping down her temple and her arm muscles are burning.

Ctimene caught sight of him and hurried to his side. "Diomedes, what happened?"

She could not wait to see him in action.

She will watch him, she has no eye for archery herself.

"Follow me." She leads him to her dressing room and begins to dig through mountains of fabric.

Want to find out?

She awakens in a strange bed feeling a pair of arms around her. She keeps her eyes shut for a moment longer before turning into the arms around her nuzzling into the chest of her lover. "Mmm, morning Eurylochus." Her whisper is barely audible.

"Yes, I want to try my hand at it." She looked him over. "You already know how deft my hands can be."

She paused in front of her lover smirking as she looks up at him. "This is for training today."

She is walking towards him about to make his life more miserable. She has a spear in her hand.

“I love you too I suppose, you were cuter about it as a child though.” She returns the hug squishing him a bit.

She looked at her nephew huffing her arms crossed. She stared him down for a moment before throwing up her arms. “Fine I suppose.”

Odysseus son of Laertes you had better have a good explanation for leaving me to guide another meeting!

She drags him into an empty room smirking locking the door behind them.