Electra sat alone in the private chambers of her new home, recently wed to King Periander. He was cold and degrading, treating her like a mere toy to be discarded at will.

Miserable, she lingered on the bed they shared, absent-mindedly fiddling with the fabric of her chiton. Her husband was off doing who knows what, but she found comfort in his absence—a rare sense of peace she hadn't felt since the day her parents announced her marriage.

“The fates must hate me…” she muttered, letting out a defeated sigh. Her once vibrant spirit felt extinguished; her youth squandered in the hands of a tyrant who treated her like an animal. Despair consumed her, and she longed for an escape from this wretched life.