Telemachus x Thalassa (reader)

Thalassa's backstory

They say beauty is a gift from the gods. But women know better than that. Over time I learned it's a curse. The kind of curse that follows you everywhere you go... follows you through every mirror, every stare, every whisper. Some women have grown to like the attention, like my mother Helen, started a whole war when she ran off with that Paris guy, with no shame at all. Which reminds me, the war, that's where my tragic backstory begins. 

At the age of 15, I was arranged to marry Hector, who was way older than me. I didn't even know who he was until one day my very loving and caring father came up to me at the dinner table and said: next week your marrying prince Hector. - how lovely. wait where were we? ah yes, my tragic backstory. 

when they sent me away to marry prince Hector, they didn't know that the next week would be the beginning of the Trojan war. even if they did, I doubt they'd care. It was the night before me and Hector were to be married. When some Ithacan king thought it would be funny to hide inside a wooden horse and kill us all in our sleep. Poor Cassandra kept on telling us what was going to happen, but no one believed her. That night I woke up feeling sick. I went out for a walk and when I turned around the palace walls were on fire and screams echoed everywhere. Luckily, I left that abomination of a place while I did. Or so I thought it was luck. it wasn't. 

tw: mention of torture

I started running away when I heard some men chasing me. I didn't turn round I kept on running. But I got cornered by some men and in the center of them was Odysseus, he thought I was Trojan or some spy. He drew out his sword to me, a 15-year-old emptyhanded girl. But luckily, I'm Spartan so I could survive a few minutes longer. I kicked one of the men in the face and they dropped their sword, and I grabbed it and faced Odysseus. He laughed at me when he saw me with the sword, our swords crashed and we were sparring for a while until Odysseus put the sword through my skin just below the collarbone. I was in unimaginable pain. But somehow, I escaped. I came back to Sparta and told no one of what I had been through. Hermoine my overprotective sister noticed it but didn't push considering she was having a hard time with her husband who keeps on abusing her, using her for her body and harming her. Hermoine and I were scared because I was lucky Hector died in war, but I also know it won't be long till my father arranges another betrothal for me and I'll be a slave to a man like Hermoine.

sorry, this was a bit short, but I hope you enjoyed it! I'm open to requests anytime! Also, you may have noticed I'm not going exactly the same as Homers version there will be slight differences.