If I were to ask you, how long would you wait for your beloved?

How long would your patience take

you?
I married a man bound to fight against the Trojans. Twenty long years I spend without him. I am a
queen longing for my king's return to our kingdom. Once in my life of waiting for my man, I utter,
"How I wish chaste Artemis would give me a death so soft, and now, so I would not go on in my heart
grieving all my life, and longing for the love of a husband excellent in every virtue."
Numerous men presented to be my new spouse, yet, I commit myself to the one and only man that
captures my heart. All the nobles who rule the islands about, they court me against my will, they lay
waste my house. I yearn for Odysseus always. My heart pines away. For two decades, I settle on
weaving a burial shroud for Laertes, my father-in-law, in avoidance of a new consort. It is my husband
I want back to fill this longingness in him. No matter how long, I will wait in honor of the love I found
for the man rightfully owning the throne and crown of our palace.
I am Penelope, daughter of Icarius and Periboea, wife of the hero Odysseus, and mother of Telemachus.
I am the Queen of Ithaca. Behold! I am the queen with faithfulness, fidelity, and patience.