CHAPTER TWO → THE SONG OF ACHILLES
My attention wandered to the dais, where I noticed, for the first time, the three veiled women seated at Tyndareus’ side. I stared at the white cloth over their faces, as if I might be able to catch some glimpse of the woman behind it. My father wanted one of them for my wife. Three sets of hands, prettily adorned with bracelets, lay quiet in their laps. One of the women was taller than the other two. I thought I saw a stray dark curl peek from beneath the bottom of her veil. Helen is light haired, I remembered. So that one was not Helen. I had ceased to listen to the kings
#I've always wanted to do a Helen of Troy moodboard but use aesthetics that are described in the song of achilles#like with her thick veil and bracelets#so here we are#a moodboard of when Patroclus met Helen#hope you like it#tsoa#tsoaedit#the song of achilles#madeline miller#helen of troy#helen of sparta#patroclus#greek mythology#greek aesthetic#greekedit#litedit#bookedit#greece aesthetic#web weaving#my posts keep disappearing :((