#clitemnestra never knew what was going to happen to her daughter

[odo-dod]

It's your wedding day, and you're ecstatic. You're getting married to the strongest hero Greece has ever seen (not stronger than your dear father, though). It's a beautiful day, the sky is clear and the sun is shining: your sisters are laughing and chatting while helping you get dressed, and your mother is slowly and carefully running her fingers through your hair, braiding it for the occasion; you cannot contain your smile.

The moment of the ceremony has arrived, and you look up to see your beloved father near the altar, waiting for you. But something feels... off. You cannot see your soon-to-be husband anywhere, and as you inspect the crowd, you see several people avoiding your gaze, covering their eyes. You cannot see your mother.

A priest approaches you, and gently lays a sash on your head. The piece of cloth caresses your cheeks. You cannot see your mother. As you look up to your father again, in search for an answer, he avoids your gaze. His sword glistens in the light of the sun, and you understand.

Not a word escapes your lips as you fall to your knees. Strong, rough hands are pulling you to your feet, but you barely feel them. You cannot stop looking at your father. Your mother is not there.

In a moment you're lying on the altar, and you can feel your pulse echoing in your ears. Your father won't look at you. The day is beautiful, the sun is warm on your skin, and you can see your father's ships in the sea, ready to sail. At last, he turns his gaze at you. And Agamemnon's eyes are the last thing you see.