From the darkness beyond the door, she stood listening to their conversation, careful to remain out of sight. Her fingers gently pressed against the wood, her ear straining to hear every last word when his other wife had spotted a photograph in his collection. A picture of a child. 'What a beautiful little girl,' she whispered into his ear. 'I do miss my children.' Their husband laughed and hugged her to him. 'Perhaps it's time to have another, my love.' Her small beady brown eyes lit up, 'Really, Sthen? We can have another?' He picked up the photo and held it up to the light. 'How would you like this little one?' 'Really, Sthen? Really?' She could just see Sthenelaus through the c***k in the door, watching as he smiled wickedly before nodding. 'Yes, my dear. We will have a daughte

