Things have been getting stressful at the Palace, the suitors were absolutely impossible to get around, they were taking over, hurting her son.. The Queen was still waiting...for almost twenty years, her love, the one man who had her heart was still away at war. Was he dead? She didn't know, the suitors sure thought so, but she had to keep hoping that Odysseus would return.

She had been doing her best to keep the suitors at bay, she told them she'd weave a shroud, and when it was done she'd pick one of them. Little did they know, every night she undid the work she'd done during the day. It was very anxiety inducing for her, but she was diligent.

You had been watching her, secretly, impressed at how long she had been waiting and yearning for her husband. When she'd seen the signs of you, she started praying, anything that would aid in her struggles or her husband's journey home.

One night she was weaving the shroud, unaware of your gaze, she looked so...peaceful, yet the turmoil lingered in her eyes.