#Damocrateia

[spineless-lobster]

Trying to look up pat’s mom and finding out that he actually has five moms one of which is achilles’ older half-sister which is devastating to me not just because they’re cousins but because that means whatever twisted alternate universe troy (2004) takes place in is right

[blue-lotus333]

Mothers of Patroclus

+ How I personally see them, since theres barely any info abt them, imma take some creative liberties :p and yes, all of them are the wives of Menoetius. Idk why there’s so many different versions of Patroclus mother but..whatever

Philomela (probably the most popular woman to be seen as Patroclus’ mother). I imagine her to be a strict, disciplined and sensible woman.

Polymele, Daughter of peleus & half sister of Achilles. I imagine her to be very bubbly, generous and gentle (and mostly taking her appearance after her father ofc, also I can imagine her being VERY pissed at Achilles if she finds out that her son died bc of him)

Periopis, princess of Pherae & daughter of King Pheres. I imagine her to be compassionate & very kind

Sthenele, princess of Iolcus. I imagine her to be a bit dull, worn out and isolated.

Damocrateia, princess of Aegina, and a half-demigoddess half-Naiad daughter of Zeus & Aegina. I imagine her being charismatic, creative & expressive.

[boleynsrex]

Apollo stood tall and radiant, eyes scanning the throngs of courtiers – not, in costume, his subjects, though few among him would mistake this lofty, lusty, treasure-chest of a figure for anyone but their King. His jaw chiseled by the brandishing of a torch, wisps of curled, copper strands lit at the edge like strands of fire, he bore his namesake’s bow in his hand, itself sumptuously forged from gold and white string.  As William looked out to the crowd, his gaze steady and unwavering, his presence commanded the respect a new sovereign such as he so ardently desired; high hopes for an already triumphant evening glowing around him in a heavenly aura.  Yet though his lips and eyes were smiling, for a moment the King appeared drowned in reflection, lending credence to the rumours of Percy’s banishment – the gradual descent of his lips submerged into another goblet of wine. 

From William’s vantage upon the throne, draped in a velvet canopy and seated on high, he could see everything: the goggles of wonder and delight, unfocused figures pirouetting across the floor, the precious jewels shining brightly atop their heads, bathed in sweat as much as gems, a riot of colour and passion – as was the King’s pleasure.  William cast neither a shadow of grimness or wrath over the crowd, as his father had done; but rather filled the air with the eagerness of a young man, replenishing the wine in his veins before joining his subjects in their Grecian festivities.  His lips then quirked as he received Meg, bowing before the dais, affording him the quickest of glances at her chest as she dipped; her paper-thin gown leaving nothing to the imagination.  ‘Damocrateia, is it?’  He asked, then raising to his feet.  ‘I take it back.  You are Cyrene – I see that now.  A princess, and a fierce huntress.'

Extending his hand, he waited for Meg to place her palm over his before enclosing her thin wrist in his grasp, eyes flashing mischievously. ‘Tell me. Does that make me your prey?'

& @boleynsrex

Marguerite Welles was in full bloom.

The gaiety and splendor of the evening seemed to have opened her shell completely, launching the usually quite reserved and proper young lady into the depths of spontaneity, and numerous courtiers would remark that such joy suited her. Her costume, more revealing than she had ever dared (though still not able to hold a candle to those of more scandalous ladies at Hampton, English or French), transformed her from a lady in service to the princess to one in her own right, for Cyrene was beloved by her people for her tenacity and loyalty. Meg found every aspect of the evening enchanting, from the eyes focused solely on her as she performed to the sweets rotating through the crowd, from the laughter echoing off of the Great Hall's high ceilings to the sight of lovers embracing tenderly out in the open - for the Greeks did value lust and love as much as the French, did they not?

The king seemed equally enthralled by it all, interacting with members of his court with a grin that seemed to transform his entire countenance - and why should he not? Did this night not declare him the most enviable prince in Christendom, to have a palace filled to the brim with charm, elegance, and prosperity? Emboldened by a bit too much wine and excitement, Meg approached the king as he sat upon a throne decorated to befit a Greek god; she curtsied low, then rose and extended her hand, eyes dancing with merriment. "Will you do me the honor of a dance, Lord Apollo? I should think you must."

[teatitty]

“Patroclus and Achilles were cousins” really fucking depends on who you think the mother of Patroclus was because let me tell you there’s a lot of debate around that. We know for a fact his father is Menoetius, but his mom? Either Sthenele, Periopis, Polymele, Philomela or Damocrateia

All of the above were wives of Menoetius but there’s no Definitive Answer as to who was the mother of Patroclus. Periopis was the daughter of Peres, Polymele was Achilles’ half-sister and daughter of Peleus, Sthenele the daughter of Acastus, Damocrateia was the daughter of Aegina and Zeus and Philomela’s bloodline is completely unknown!

There is only a 1 in 5 chance that Achilles and Patroclus are related to eachother so like. If you want to go the classic “its greek myth everyone was doing incest back then” sure you absolutely can but there’s also...other options, like, Right Here that you can choose from instead. Just saying