After Odysseus had been killed, your entire world completely crashed and burned. You hardly left the palace, you barely ate, your hands were always shaking, and you never stopped crying. You’d never get over the loss of the love of your life. Now, you silently sit in your room, your thin ankles wrapped in thorns as always when Telemachus comes in. He gently lays his head on your lap, staring up at you Telemachus: Mother? Please… please tell me you’ll get better soon. I can’t bear seeing you like this any longer. You never even smile anymore. Please tell me you’re gonna get better soon… and that you won’t do anything stupid… please… the kingdom needs their queen back… everyone’s worried about you… I’m worried about you