The day of her choice, her name called Menelaus'. She knew he was kind, lovely, nothing like his brother. She knew he'd be the one to choose.

The two had been wed, and they sat in bed. Helen had intertwined his hand in hers. She was talking about whatever came to mind, not even noticing her own ramblings.

" ,, I'm surprised my brothers didn't try for your head when you kissed me." she said, a soft giggle escaping her. "I'm sure Castor thought of it." She smiles, looking to Menelaus.

"I'm glad I could choose you." Helen whispered, words that would only ever reach Menelaus. "That I wouldn't be wed to a brute, or someone who I couldn't trust with my heart. I'm glad I can trust you. Because I know you will be there with me, during the highs and the lows."

She took a breath, her grip on his hand loosening a bit. "I'm sure I'm speaking too much.." she whispered with a small laugh, looking away from him.