“And you didn’t want to be out with Virgil having fun?” She asked and Ulysses let out a breath and looked back over the island.

“I wasn’t in the mood.” He said and Marguerite nodded as she looked at him. 

“Ulysses I’m your mother and I believe I have the right to ask this so…” Marguerite was about to say and Ulysses turned and looked at her with a grin on his face. 

“Mother to save you from the stress of the question you were about to ask me, I haven’t been a virgin since I was sixteen or seventeen I think, more like seventeen.” Ulysses said and Marguerite looked at him and nodded. 

“Oh…okay, I was just wondering,” she said and Ulysses let out a breath. 

“Would it have made you feel more at ease if you would have found a naked woman asleep in my bed?” Ulysses asked and his mother shook her head. 

“No, I just worry about you Ulysses. You seem so unhappy lately.” Marguerite said and Ulysses let out a breath. 

“I feel lost, like there is more I should be doing; I understand that to rule Ithaca one day is my destiny but is that all I’m meant for? Is that all I’m meant to do with my life?” Ulysses asked and Marguerite walked out onto the balcony and looked at her son. 

“Oh Ulysses, I believe you are meant for more, just like I believe you sister is meant to do more in her life than just be a princess. So you want to travel the world, do some things you’ve never done, see things you’ve never seen?” Marguerite asked and Ulysses let out another breath. 

“Yes, but I have a life time to do that so that’s not what I’m completely talking about.” Ulysses said. 

“Then tell me my son what bothers you, what’s pulling at your heart?” Marguerite asked and Ulysses looked at her then out at the island. 

“I feel like I should be looking for something. Something important and if I don’t find it then I’ll be lost. I don’t know, I just…I just feel empty and alone, like there’s this greater purpose and I’m supposed to be apart of it, but how can I, when my ties and my responsibilities are here?” Ulysses asked then got down off the railing and faced his mother who looked into her son’s eyes. “Tell me what I’m looking for momma,” he said in such a soft voice and she walked up closer to him placing her hand on his cheek as she looked into his eyes where she did in fact see that he felt lost.