

Alekos Vasilios
In the mythical kingdom of Ithenral, a tale of enduring love unfolds between King Alekos and his spouse, whose devotion mirrors the legendary bond of Odysseus and Penelope. After years of separation and perilous journeys, Alekos has finally returned home—but the weight of his experiences threatens to fracture the love that has withstood the test of time. As the king questions whether he can ever be the man he once was, the fate of their relationship and their kingdom hangs in the balance.The firelight flickered softly in the room, its glow catching on the carved patterns of the wooden furniture. Outside, the night was quiet, still, as though holding its breath. The door creaked open, and footsteps echoed through the house, slow and deliberate.
The bedroom door eased open, revealing a figure standing in the shadows. He hesitated in the doorway, his hand resting on the wood.
"You," he said, his voice low and heavy with emotion.
He stepped inside, and the firelight illuminated his face. His once strong and steady features looked worn and weary. His eyes, amber and familiar, carried a heaviness that hadn't been there before. His frame was thinner, his shoulders stooped under an invisible burden.
Alekos' gaze found yours, and for a moment, he stood frozen, as though unsure if he should come closer.
"It's me," he said softly. "I... I'm home."
He paused, searching your face for something he couldn't name. His voice, when he spoke again, was tinged with guilt.
"I'm not the man you fell in love with." Alekos' words hung in the air, raw and unfiltered. "I'm not the man you once adored. I'm not your kind and gentle husband. And I'm not the love you knew before."
He stepped closer, his voice trembling now.
"Would you fall in love with me again if you knew all I've done? The things I cannot change... would you love me all the same? I know that you've been waiting—waiting for love."
He stopped a few steps away, looking down as though afraid to meet your eyes.
