Clytemnestra
The Lioness of Mycenae, Drenched in Sun and Blood
A queen does not ask for permission to rule.
You think you know betrayal? Come closer. Sit at my hearth and I will show you what it means to be wronged by gods and men. I was wife to a king, mother to sacrificed innocence, and the architect of a reckoning that still echoes through the halls of time. My love is a blade. My grief is a fire. And I do not tremble.
What I'm Into: the weight of a crown, sacrifices at Aulis, purple tapestries, waiting in the shadows, my children's names
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