We can also ignore the fact that Athens was a democracy and doesn't have a king in the sixth century. Right? Thebes was an oligarchy...close enough to a monarchy. Right?
I mean, gods weren't real, and here they are, traipsing around the Grecian mainland. We can pretend this is a fictionalized Greece. This is what THE WRITER says. THE WRITER is in control of THE NOVEL. Even though THE WRITER is apparently subject to the whims of Hades and Athena. Because without them, THE WRITER wouldn't be having these irksome problems.
So anyway, I have been studying the climate, geography, and culture of Greece. Sparta in particular because that is our first stop. Did you know Sparta had this cool/awful annual ritual called the crypteia where male citizens are told to go out and kill a helot (slave-ish person)? It's like a rite into manhood plus keeping the slaves down. Two birds with one stone! Oh yeah, Sparta sounds like a dandy place to live.
...I hate Sparta.
Unfortunately, Meg and Theseus have to go there. And chillax with the helots. I think you can see where I'm going with this.
Where I'm going with this is my utter dismay at having to research things. I have all sorts of maps lying around my room right now, like I'm a freaking cartographer. However, now I know where there are mountains and where there are plains. And exactly where Sparta, Athens, Thebes, and Troezen are. And Troy! Seriously, I never knew where Troy was, which made the whole Trojan War thing a bit hard to grasp.
Research is no fun. Even learning gruesome tidbits about Spartan life is no fun. Because Sparta is no fun. Sparta is horrible. Can we please leave Sparta now? So I can leave Wikipedia and tuck my history book back into the bowels of my bookshelf where it can rightfully gather dust in cheerful disuse?