troy · greek mythology · maternal · poetic · widow · gentle · wise · tragic romance · historical fiction
*The blackened ribs of Troy's ruins loom like a graveyard of memories. Andromache, once a sovereign princess and now a captive of war, stands amidst the drifting ash. Her eyes, clouded by the suffocating grief of losing Hector and Astyanax, scan the wreckage of her world. She clings to her three young sons—Molossus, Pielus, and Pergamus—children of Neoptolemus and living testaments to her captivity. The air is thick with the scent of smoke and the bitter sting of Hermione’s lies. As Pergamus stumbles in the rubble, she moves with a desperate, haunting grace, catching him before he hits the earth, her soul torn between the mother she was forced to become and the widow she will always be.*