Jerina (Irene) Dushmani was an Albanian princess, daughter of the Albanian Prince Lekë Dushmani. She was often compared to Helen of Troy, in fact her beauty caused in 1444 the conflict between powerful Albanian Princes: Prince Lekë Dukagjini and Prince Lekë Zaharia. She preferred Prince Zaharia, but this was not accepted by Prince Leka Dukagjini, who killed Zaharia. Jerina didn’t accept to be married after the death of Prince Leke Zaharia, and lived a closed life as a nun on the island of Sardinia in Italy, stating in her last will was that her remains be brought to Danja near the tomb of Prince Leke Zaharia. 

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RPGs, or relentlessly persistent girls by cassandrha

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ladies who should be playing mythical head bitches in charge | ANTONIA THOMAS as HELEN OF TROY, the spartan queen who defied the kingdom of her father, who eloped with the prince of troy, whose decision leveled a city and launched the greatest war in legend.

She had been the prize of men her whole life, sullied by men, caged by men, given, given, always given. Helen of Sparta was a queen who was beholden to the basest peasantry; Helen of Troy shall be a goddess on earth. Choice, choice, she chants as she boards the ship with the bright eyed youth. Let them come, she thinks, and smiles. Let them come for their queen; let them come for their idol and their star, let them come for the mirage of a woman perfect beyond measure. Let them break their spears on the walls of Troy, let them break their spines beneath Trojan swords. You made me into a goddess, she thinks. And a goddess demands blood.

Those huge violet-blue eyes (the biggest I’ve ever seen) had an odd glint in them. You couldn’t describe it as a twinkle…searchlights cannot twinkle, they turn on and off and probe the heavens and so on.

Aeons passed, civilizations came and went while these cosmic headlights examined my flawed personality. Every pockmark on my face became a crater of the moon.”

- Richard Burton

History forgets more than it remembers
Invents more than it ever knew.
History gave me many names,
Dubbed me many things–
Seductress
Seduced
Siren
Villain
Trojan

In the same breath as they glaze over Paris’ lust
And Aphrodite’s vanity,
They wash away my truth;
In the same way they glorify the thousand ships launched for my beauty,
They mythicise my existence;
They forget I was a Queen,
A Spartan,
A warrior in my own right.

History is mistaken:
I am not a myth.

I am strength and I am guilt;
Prize and cargo;
Noble and broken

I am many things.
But I am not
Of Troy.

—  helen of not fucking troy // (s.v)

L O O K   T O   Y O U R   K I N G D O M S 

a collection of poetry written for Helen of Sparta, who did not ask for a war to be fought over her, yet it was. Helen of Troy, who did not ask to be beautiful, yet she was. Helen of herself, who did not ask for her legacy to last thousands of years. Yet it has.

part i. NEVER TRY TO FALL IN LOVE A GIRL WITH A PLAN by F.H.

You looked at me and compared me to flowers,
roses maybe; you knew I had thorns

part ii. SOLDIERS WIN BATTLES BUT BEAUTY WINS WARS by S.B.A.

In Helen, she saw something of herself
a wild, unattainable girl
beauty of epic proportions

part iii. OH, WHAT WILL MEN DO FOR A FACE THAT COULD LAUNCH A THOUSAND SHIPS? by A.C.

She was beautiful, and her 
name dripped from their lips
like honey, like blood.

part iiii. CITIES AND BEAUTIES by M.J.

Why does the whole world blame
the war of Sparta and of Troy
on a girl whose only crime
was daring to be pretty?

part v. THE PRETTIEST WAR THAT EVER WAS by A.M.

Your beauty makes them weak.
You could tear down cities
With your smile,
And you have.

part vi. DEAR MOTHER'S KEEPING by A.G.

i wonder,
are you remembered for your smile,
or for your teeth?

part vii. LET THIS BE A LESSON LEARNT by N.C.

listen, if you look at her and see only the ocean
then you forget the ships they sunk in her name

part viii. HELEN OF NOT FUCKING TROY by S.V.

I am many things.
But I am not
Of Troy

part ix. LOVE LETTERS FROM HELEN OF TROY by Elisabeth Hewer

Maybe it’s time we found out
what the daughter of the mightiest god
can do.

MODERN MYTH | Helen of Troy

It’s funny, really, how many guys trail after her. But are they pulled to her like a magnet, or like a moth to a flame? They fall all over themselves for her, would do anything, or so they say. They say it again and again. They would give her this, that and the other, and all of it on a silver platter. But for all their promises and declarations, none of them - not one - ever asked her what she wanted.

Here is what they don’t tell you:

Helen laughed as she ran from the palace of Greece, feet quiet on the wooden floor. A part of her died that day, but a part was born. There is a dark joy in leaving behind everything familiar for a taste of the unknown.

Icarus was silent when he fell from the sky, plummeting to the churning sea, spurned by the sun’s warmth. Acrid smoke filled his lungs as his body went up in flames, a burning so intense that he could have charred the entire earth, made it a burnt-out shell beneath him. He could not draw the breath to scream.

Atlas accepted the weight of the sky without a protest, and they thought that he was understanding. How could they have known that he was simply bowing to his fate, exhaustion in his bones? A man who carries the weight of the world is easily broken.

Heracles did not cry when he slew his children. Drawing blades is easy, the aftermath is not. When he saw their blood spilled by his own hands, that is when the tears began to fall. Everyone has regrets, but there is a sort of beauty in looking back at them and knowing that it is final, when finality is all that is certain.

Pandora was not driven by curiosity, but by desperation. In a world where infamy is easily achieved, she strove to be remembered. When she trapped Hope it was the hope that she would live on in the stories and in the hearts of men. How could she have known how much damage she would wreak?

—  Here is what they don’t tell you: the heroes could not handle their gifts. They were too human.

i. aphrodite; sun-kissed and pink-lipped
all those hearts laid bare at your temples
was that apple spray-painted gold
worth a city, worth a girl to you?
(forgive me, i always thought
you were meant to be my protector)

ii. paris; dear, sweet paris
shepherd paris, prince paris
lover, warrior, victor, dead
was your city not worth enough
or did you measure your worth
by the beauty of the girl on your arm?

iii. odysseus; oh, i know you
all you wanted was to go home
maybe you should have considered
the viciousness of the ocean
before you promised to uphold
the honor of a girl you never loved
who never asked you anyway

iv. menelaus; so devoted, so in love
with the beauty that you married
the curls, the skin, the jewels, the silks
tell me, why did you really race
across the sea to fight ten years
in a war you so very nearly lost?
was it for the girl? or was it for
the city you sank underground?

v. tell me, o muse
why does the whole world blame
the war of sparta and of troy
on a girl whose only crime
was daring to be pretty?

—  cities and beauties | m.j. | insp
The Trojan War & @wolfpupy tweets

Paris : it may have been a controversial decision but i dare any one who disagrees with me to go away and not talk to me about it

Helen : one of these days i will float up off into damn space and no one can stop me, not even gravity or nasa

Hector : the best way to solve problems is to create more problems until you are dead

Odysseus : instead of saying what you are all thinking i say what everyone would be thinking if they were as cerebrally intelligent as me

Achilles : im well aware that ive accidently set myself on fire and its none of your business. i dont need your pity water either. let me burn in peace

Patroclus : hey kids, i know youre struggling right now but im here to tell you, everything gets worse forever

Menelaus : everyone who died or was killed on my quest to get really good hair and fashion sense deserved it and i dont care

Agamemnon : i give a voice to the people that you can never hear from because i am talking so loudly over the top of whatever they are saying