With graceful hands, she weaves the shuttle between the threads held tight by the weights. The queen’s dark eyebrows furrowed and her gaze focused on the vibrantly colored threads on her loom. Her suitors are acting up again. Which is to be expected by now. And as usual, Penelope retreats to her bedroom with a guard outside her door. Settling on the stool at her loom situated in front of her window. The soft evening breeze flowing through the open shudders. Helping to ease Penelope’s tense shoulders.

She wants the men gone. To live in peace with her son and husband. But she has no power to rid her palace of these pests. They continue to drink and desecrate her home. And she can do nothing about it until her husband returns to Ithaca.