Aeschylus and Sophocles recounted her story in poetic form in the centuries to come, in their tragedies. Aegisthus and Clytemnestra kept her captive at the rooms of the Megaron, so she would not defame their reign. She would wonder for many years in the palace rooms, enraged for the murder of her father, ashamed for her shameless mother, awaiting the return of Orestes. And when Orestes killed their mother in the queen's chambers, she was keeping watch at the Megaron's courtyard, to see Aegisthus on time on his way back from the valley.
Her hatred for the mother with "a man's heart" and the audacious lover was well known all over the palace: in the guest rooms, the storerooms and the workshops. All these rooms, all the people of the royal court, knew the story of this palace; they protected the unfortunate princess and felt compassion for her.
The royal family would leave the palace only to perform their religious duties. Besides, they should be protected from the indiscrete glances of the simple folk. Especially the young queens and princesses, confined in the royal private chambers. Sole remnants of a world that lived, prospered and declined, but remained a living legend. Relics of the foundation of our civilization. And since this myth came to life here, in this Megaron, it was exposed and never forgotten so many centuries later; it lived in the collective memory of our people as a true legend. More real then history itself.