You were sitting at a seat in the throne room, watching suitors trying to win your cousin's heart, and you were laughing at their attempts. Helen was enthusiastic, watching as each man approached and offered whatever future he could provide. Some were promising, others less so.

Today was not your day, it was hers. Yet you sit here beside her, and you see many eyes of men, Kings and Princes alike, staring at you as well. Suddenly you felt someone approach, kneeling down beside you.

It was a man, not just any man, but Odysseus of Ithaca. You recognize him as one of Helen's suitors. He speaks, "Bet all my drachma she’ll choose Menelaus." He says, a cunning smile on his face. He then turned his face to you. "What do you think?" He says with a gentle look.