If this were a comic book, we’d see Hecuba in panel one, regal and pristine, the jewel at the front of her crown sparkling, her expression full of mystery. She’s surrounded by tapestries and beauty.
In the next panel, she is in exactly the same position, with the same look of mystery but behind her, blood and fire pour down the walls, her cloak replaced with a torn blanket stained with burn marks. The major distinction is the wound on her forehead, as purple as the amethyst, as red as the rubies.
The Hamlet Project 